"I love you. You're the most valuable thing in my life."

"I love you to. I'd do anything for you."

Eight years later...

"I don't love you anymore..."

"What?"

"I don't love you anymore, I love someone else."

"That's what she said before she stormed out and I haven't seen her in a few days. I did see her yesterday, though."

"What was she doing?"

"Tanning."

"What for?"

"I don't know."

The two men sat in silence. Then the Englishman spoke up.

"So what happened to cause the fight and her leave?"

"Um..."

The Spaniard sat there, lost for words. What was he supposed to say? They flat out broke up? He had dated Belgium for eight years and she suddenly, one day, fell out of love with him. He'd been deeply in love with her and now what? They were away from each other like it never happened. They didn't talk or even glance at each other if they were in the same room.

At the national meetings, they sat next to each other, but didn't say anything to each other. If someone asked, one of them would speak up and say they were in a small argument and was giving the other the silent treatment. They never let anyone on to what happened with them. But it wasn't hard to tell she was 'cheating' on him because some of the other countries had said they say her with the Netherlands once or twice and that was it.

"Do you know where she is now?"

"Uh, she got fried getting sun-tanned."

"Really? I didn't think that was possible." England gave a confused look.

"Uh, yeah it is. I was very shocked about it to."

"When did you find this out?"

"This... morning." Spain changed his look. He forced himself to summon a few tears to make it believable.

"Oh, I'm very sorry. My condolences ..." England reached over and put a hand on Spain's shoulder.

He nodded a murmured a thank you.

They sat quietly for awhile before Spain shifted his weight.

"Well, I better be going. I have to help plan for the funeral..."

"Yeah."

The two men stood and shook hands.

"If you need help let me know or if you just need to talk, just call, ok?"

Spain nodded again. He turned and headed for the door. Before he left, he turned back to the blonde.

"Don't tell anyone alright? I don't want people to know until I send out the invites."

"Alright. I won't. Your secret is safe with me." He gave a smile and waved.

Spain waved and headed out the door with a guilty smile.

"Why did I lie?"