"Hola, mi corazón," Spain greeted Belgium, shining as brightly, if not more brightly, as the sun.
She never knew the real meaning behind his flirty words that made her head spin. Not hating him for his overly friendly way of speaking, yet at the same time wishing he was more clear, she nicely replied, "Good morning," she didn't look up from her waffle maker, "I decided to make breakfast for everyone."
Placing his hands on her shoulders, he curiously looked at the waffle maker and then at the blonde country. He did nothing but stared at her, gently smiling and thinking his thoughts of whatever he was thinking. Belgium, feeling more than a little unnerved by his behavior snuck a glance over towards the grinning country. She looked away quickly, only to have Spain take one of his hands from her shoulder and lift her face and place his lips onto hers.
She backed away, shocked at the sudden contact, "What- What was that for?"
"You looked so linda," Spain smiled, "and I couldn't help but want to kiss you."
The quiet Belgium put a her fingers to her lips, blushing at her thought of wanting to remember the feeling Spain's lips on hers. Then a small beeping noise came from the waffle maker, "Ah!" and she snapped away from her daydream, "Would you like a waffle?" asked Belgium as she took a beautifully golden brown waffle from the mechanism.
Spain took the plate from her hands and then set it down on the countertop beside him. He gently took Belgium's right hand and said, "Yo no quiero la gofre," he bowed down to press his soft lips into her hand, and stared up at her to tell Belgium, "Quiero sus besos."
And before Belgium knew it, Spain had stood up to his full height, and had one hand on her waist and the other beneath her chin. Gasping from the surprise, Spain moved in, exploring her mouth and encouraging her to explore his.
Just as fast and suddenly as it had started, it ended the same.
"What are you doing to my sister, damn Spain!" Netherlands said, pulling the two apart, allowing Belgium not enough time to figure out what was going on and why Netherlands and Spain were fighting.
Belgium was about stop her brother from chasing after Spain, when Spain ran by her, stopping for a moment to quickly kiss her, whispering to her, "Quierré siempre sus besos, Belgium," before Netherlands could grab him, and Spain and Netherlands ran outside the house into the morning sunshine. Spain smiling as brightly, if not more brightly, as the sun.
"I will always want your kisses too," Belgium said, smiling at the tan brunette being chased by her brother, "I will always want your kisses, Spain."
I want to thank ButterCowLuvr and fer-yih for catching my bad grammar with Spanish, it had been a while since my last Spanish class when I wrote Quiero Sus Besos and wasn't completely sure if I had used the correct grammar and words. :)