Matador
"Oi, Antonio~," Carmelita asked one day when she and Spain were lying in bed.
"Si, mi amor?," the Spanish man replied, kissing Mexico's head softly.
"Why do you work as a matador? I mean, if you even have a bull as a pet…?"
Antonio snickered.
"Look who's talking~! The one who slices bulls as entertainment!"
"THAT IS MEXICAN PRIDE!"
"Tch~ As if~"
