He was always so mean to you.
Antonio hummed at the thought, noticing that he was being regarded for that very sound. He couldn't help but smile up at that sandy blonde hovering over him, though. This man, Arthur, had always been so cruel, so vicious. They had a terrible past full of piracy, abuse and war, but here they were and the Spaniard just could not decide why. He always preferred Francis out of the other nations (beside his dear Romano) and taught his people French more intently than English despite the usefulness of the later in the world stage. Frankly, he couldn't justify just why he was seeking this particular person for companionship at the moment.
But here he was, his reckless passion sticking him into yet another strange situation. At least his former tormenter was civil now. It was pretty easy to push all of their past aside nowadays, even if he was still a little bothered about his Armada having been sank and still wanted Gibraltar back. Nice guys did seem to finish last, didn't they? So maybe it wasn't so easy to forget.
"Antonio..?"
The almost hesitant tone spoken in a idiosyncratic British accent pulled his attention back, "¿Sí?" Though, this only brought him to space out a little more once he'd answered. Since when had Arthur been so hesitant? It was so unlike him, or at least unlike what he used to be. Perhaps America had made him soft, and modern day had civilized him more than Antonio had once thought.
Arthur seemed a little bothered by the lack of focus, perhaps wondering why Antonio seemed to be zoning out as if he wanted be somewhere else. If it weren't for those tanned arms wrapped loosely around his waist, the British man would have pulled away and even considered leaving in general. If he wasn't wanted, he didn't want to stay. "What's wrong?"
"Nada. Lo siento, Arthur. I was just remembering some things." The Spaniard shook his head and grinned, now doing his best not to get distracted by his thoughts. After all, once his mind started wandering, Antonio was capable of not noticing just about anything - Francis tended to love and take advantage of this aspect about him even. However, it just seemed to be making Arthur want to go.
"O-oh. What kind of things?" His confidence had returned mid-sentence, a brow raising in question. His mind, too, was obviously working on this.
The Spanish man shrugged again and pulled Arthur closer, pressing his lips gently against the other's for a moment before pulling his head away a bit to speak. "Our past."
"I see…" This conversation was quickly going sour. Arthur hated when this was mentioned, because it always ended up in an argument about the fact that he should give Gibraltar back to Spain when Gibraltarians didn't even want to go back to having Spanish sovereignty. Actually, beside Gibraltar, there were so many other things in their past that Spain could possibly be thinking about that the Englishman couldn't even begin to surmise.
There was quiet laughter, perhaps just a chuckle. Observation would find Antonio smiling in almost a self-pitying way, "Ay, not the best. Maybe I shouldn't think too much about it, but I believe this is our first time."
It wasn't. The statement stung Arthur badly and he regretted his many encounters with Spain in his piracy days. He didn't regret this age, just… some things he had done during it. "Is it?"
There was that hesitation again.
"¡Sí! It is." This, Antonio insisted. In a way, it technically was. Any other time was simple seizing, nothing more and nothing less.