A/N: Hello! This is one that I actually wrote a few months back for the Kink-meme, and I figured I should de-anon it on here :'D It's rather short, but I rather proud of it
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It was just a sentence.
It wasn't even yelled, or even spoken at a tone louder than if they'd been discussing something as harmless as the weather, rather than someone's life. Granted, when he thought back on it, he was fairly certain the man hadn't even known what his words had done-he was only human, after all, his slip was forgivable. Spain had always been a forgiving man as it was-except now he seemed to have found a situation where even his blind optimism couldn't help him hide from.
Because of those eleven words.
"I wish you would just disappear, you useless piece of shit."
The meeting had started like any other, or at least what Spain was used to. He got a call from his boss' secretary saying Mr. Velasquez would like to see him, and could he come in at noon? Spain had agreed, knowing he couldn't have refused even if he tried. He had been avoiding it, really, considering the current economic state of his country. It wasn't as if Spain hadn't noticed what was going on in his country-he may have seemed a complete idiot, but he wasn't really that stupid. He knew when things were going bad, but there came a point where even someone like them couldn't do anything to help. It's not like they could anyway-really, the meetings were just for show, to appease them. Because what could they do? If he could change it all with a word, he would, because feeling his people angry and starving and impoverished hurt him more than anything else.
His boss knew that he couldn't do anything, but he called him anyway, tapping out his cigar when the nation walked in. Spain was smiling like always, even if it was inexplicably strained. There had been riots all morning in Madrid, which manifested itself as a pounding headache and something akin to aching heartburn. But he still greeted the man with a cheery smile and a chipper "Hola, Señor Valasquez!"
The man just narrowed his beady eyes, harrumphing and crossing his arms around his rather thick middle as he stared down his nation's representative (which was a rather gutsy thing for him to do-had it been any other nation, he would have been put in his place. Spain distinctly remembered England having to be held back from shoving a pencil down one of his Prime Minister's throats when they chose to act shirty with him). But anyway, he was getting distracted-a habit of his, truthfully-and he could see the human's brown eyes narrowing even further.
"I suppose you've heard of the riots in the city?"
Spain just nodded, knowing better than to say anything. His tongue had a habit of getting him in deeper trouble than he was already in, so it was best to speak only when he needed to.
"Well, Señor Fernandez, things aren't going to well in your country. Do you know why that is?" The man raised his eyebrows and stared at him expectantly. Guess he needed a response this time. Damn.
"Because the economy isn't doing so hot?"
The man actually snorted at his use of casual language, spinning his chair so he was facing the window rather than Spain himself.
"If by that you mean slowly spiraling into deep depression then yes, Señor, I'd say you were correct. I bet that doesn't feel too pleasant, does it?"
Spain shook his head then, remembering the man's back was turned, said in a soft voice.
"No."
"I would imagine not. And yet here you are, the same grinning idiot as always." The man spun back around, and Spain winced at the sheer annoyance in his eyes. "Even Señor America is trying his hardest to fix his monetary issues, and yet all you've done is sit on your culata and watch as your people drive themselves to ruin. Now, that doesn't seem like a very smart idea, does it?"
Spain wanted to tell him that there wasn't much he could do, that the economy wasn't under his direct control, that believe him, if he could do something, anything…but no, he'd said it many times already, and yet the man still seemed to believe that Spain was some magic being, who could fix things just by saying so. And he hated it.
"Señor, I have already tried coming up with several solutions, but-"
"They've all been as useless as you." The man finished, standing up out of his chair, and Spain could see the anger in his eyes now. "If you maybe actually used that brain of yours, maybe we'd get somewhere. Maybe people wouldn't be losing their jobs left and right, and children wouldn't be living on the streets like we've regressed several centuries. But that would be too much to put on the almighty personification of our nation, would it not?" the man spat, and Spain winced as the next words reached his ears, the words that would beat against his skull for weeks and weeks after.
"I wish you would just disappear, you useless piece of shit."