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~"