A/N: Crack plus card games plus Spain and Monaco equals this nonsense. Enjoy!
Monaco, proud and strong in her own ways, hated losing; however, she loved playing any kind of card game because the risk of losing made her salivate. One could call the adrenaline that pumped through her veins when she faced odds not in her favor something like an addiction. No matter what you'd call Monaco's feelings during a card game, all she knew was the awesome feeling of winning after beating the odds was her favorite feeling in the world.
She always wore a smug smile on her face when she talked about card games. Monaco firmly believed that the smug grins she wore were well deserved. After all, she was the best card game player she knew. Arrogant as it sounded, it was a fact.
"Would you like to play a game?" Spain asked her one particularly sunny day. Like everything he asked, the question was posed in a casual tone and came from out of the blue. Monaco couldn't resist a challenge to a game.
"Of course," Monaco purred, confident in her skills.
"May I choose the game?" She couldn't resist his politeness, making listening to his request all the more difficult.
"Sure you can. Just be aware of the possibility of your loss."
"Trust me, Monaco, I don't ever lose in the game I'm about to choose."
"The suspense is killing me. Would you like to reveal this fantastic game you never lose?" Monaco fidgeted, losing her cool. It was hard talking to someone with as much confidence as she projected.
"Twenty-One." She choked.
"…Are you positive?"
"Definitely. You can deal, if it makes you feel more comfortable in the situation." His grin made her shiver, and not in a good way.
Damn.
The shiver wasn't a good sign. She trudged on and dealt the cards with regained composure. Monaco mentally cursed when she spotted Spain's hand after she dealt. HE had a twenty. Her hand was probably going to not hold up very well compared to his. Spain smartly (she would only grudgingly admit this fact) decided not to risk getting a bust.
…And she was right, because she got a twelve. How could a number she normally loved so much betray her like this? Monaco could stay, and ensure her loss. But that would be quite a silly move on her part. She liked risks, so she figured taking one to up her likelihood for winning was a risk well taken.
King.
Fuck.
"I win~"
"Don't rub it in my face. Rematch?"
"I won fair and square, but if you insist…" This game would go better than the last, Monaco thought as she dealt the next hand with utter confidence.
She started this game a Queen and she'd end the same way.