Icecream on the Streets
-Cuba x Estonia; Miguel x Eduard

1. Phone Call

Cuba sighed in frustration. Of all the places that he could have been taken to, Spain had the nerve to take him...to Spain. Honestly. Cuba thought he was going to visit Belgium. He had been drooling over the thought of having Belgian waffles with icecream, but NO, Spain tricked him.

"I will remember this, Antonio!" Cuba growled as he lounged on Spain's couch.

Spain had gone out to get some ingredients to make a "Spanish Delicacy" for his former colony. Cuba absolutely hated it when Spain gets caught up in his 'father-son' fantasies.

"Maybe I should call Matthew...He could save me...or atleast be my excuse to leave..." Cuba glanced at his phone on the table before him.

His eyes mischievously looked towards the front door then back to his cell. With an 'innocent' whistle, he slowly reached for his phone. Spain will be out for a couple more hours...Right? Cuba was merely inches away from his phone when it suddenly blasted a catchy Spanish tune. Cuba jumped back, nearly toppling over the back of the couch. As he attempted to get his heart under control, he snatched the phone off the table. He flipped it open to only raise a brow as he read: Estonia.

Cuba blinked. "When did Eduard get my number? Does he know Canada? Spain, maybe?" He hit the answer button and pressed it to his ear.

"Hola, Eduard!" Cuba greeted cheerfully.

Any non-Spain voice was a good voice in Cuba's book. Cuba heard a soft stumble of words before he clearly heard Estonia's voice.

"Tere, Miguel..." Estonia responded softly.

Cuba lounged back against the couch, propping his feet on the table. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh, well, ah...you see...I was hoping...erm..." Estonia coughed nervously.

Cuba blinked in confusion and curiousity. "Hoping for what?" Cuba grinned. "C'mon, Eduard! You can ask me anything!"

Cuba could hear a flustered squeak and a jumble of Estonian words that Cuba could neither make out nor understand. "Sorry, could you speak up?" An 'ah!' sound could be heard from the other end.

"Vabandust, my house...*mumble*..." Cuba pressed the phone closer to his ear.

"What was that?"

"Would you like to...*mumble*...my house?"

Cuba's brow furrowed. "Hum do?"

"Come to! Would you like to come to my house!" Estonia shouted in frustration.

Cuba was taken aback. He could hear the Estonian squeak and frantically mutter to himself, but Cuba was too busy feeling heat bubble up in his chest and cheeks and a grin overtaking his face.

"Eduard, get a bed ready; I'll be there as fast as a plane can take me!" Cuba did not bother to wait for Estonia's embarrassed response as he flew out the door, nearly knocking over an unexpecting Spain.

This was one of many drabbles that meant to all be on one page, but Phone Call ended up being longer than expected ^^; So this will be a multi-chapter stories (although I have not been good at keeping up with those...) The stories were not suppose to be necessarily "together", but they were linked in a way...I guess...I don't really know how I'm going to go about this...ANYWAY!

BTW, where Estonia got Cuba's number will be explained later ;P

By the way, I have a poll up on my profile about what pairing I should write about next. Vote if you want.