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"I'll give Antonio a call to let him know you're coming,"Anne replied as her mother left to address a few worried neighbors in the hall,"I really hope he's ok though... He looked really scared." She glanced at the Spaniard as he whimpered quietly, clutching at his tank top and still shook in the Italian's hold.

Later on Jose started to wake again, hoping what had happened before was just another nightmare. Grey silver eyes opened some, shutting quickly when he heard voices. However when an all to familiar voice was recognized his eyes snapped open and he sat up quickly only to have his head spin a little, causing him to hold onto what he was laying on, which appeared to be a couch. He looked up when someone called his name and hurried up to him. He stiffined at first before recognizing who he beleived was his elder brother, quickly clinging to him with a wail. "Antonio! Wh-what's going on and... wh-where are we?"He asked, eyes darting around fearfuly of his unfamiliar suroundings.

"Shh, calm down Jose,"Spain soothed, holding the younger with a puzzled look,"We're at my house, there's nothing wrong... Are you alright?" He frowned some when the younger gave him a perplexed look.

"B-But... Is this where we're supposed to be staying now?"Jose asked, searching the green eyes infront of him,"And where's Marcia? They didn't get her did they?!"

"Shh, nothing's wrong with Marci, she's on her way now,"The elder replied before he could panic.

Jose cried out and clung to Spain, staring at the two Italian's with pure fear. "Wh-Why are they here?"He asked in a hoarse whisper.

"It's just Lovi and Sicily,"The Spaniard soothed, looking confused when the younger gave him an odd look at the slightly affectionate tone he used.

"S-Sicily..?"He asked," Why's his name Sicily?"

The Spaniard shrank away from the Italian, clinging to Spain as though he was his only life line. "N-No you're lying to me!"He replied, voice shaking,"I'm not Madrid and Antonio isn't Spain! W-we're from Spain! B-but we live in Sicily! E-Except..."he trailed off glancing up at the elder he was clinging to who just looked confused and worried.

"Except what...?"Spain asked gently, reaching up to brush the younger's bangs away,"You don't live in Sicily, you live in Madrid in your apartment."

"No I don't! Wh-we were moving you said... We had to leave..."

"I don't trust you,"Jose whispered, staring at the Italian with wide eyes, though there was no sympathy in them,"The Vargas are mean to us... They force us to pay money we don't have... I don't like them for that... upsetting mi familia..."

Spain started to ask what he meant when there was a knock on the door, causing the teen to cringe. The nation looked over sighing some in relief when he saw it was Cadiz. "Marci, can you take care of Jose por favor?"

"Of coarse, what's wrong bebe?"The woman soothed, going over and holding the teen as Spain pulled away, going over to the two Italians and allowing his sister to try and get a strait answer from him.

Spain rubbed Sicily's arm reassuringly, pecking his hair lightly before looking at Romano. "I'm worried about him.. But something's wrong,"He murmured, a slight frown on his face,"I still feel the connection as a city and nation, but it's off I guess you could say... I don't think that's Jose."

Spain shook his head, a puzzled look on his face. "It's hard to explain... but he almost feels like one of my people,"He explained, looking at them,"It's like a mix between the city/nation connection and that of our people."