A Spaniard asks an Austrian at one party,
"Sire Edelstein, why are you not dancing? Is my party not enjoyable?"
The Austrian replies,
"It is not so, Sire. Just the strain of the corset around my waist."
The Spaniard raises an eyebrow and remarks,
"If that is so, may I inquire why you have downed five shots of liquor? I too understand how you are jealous of the youth, yet, is this not too much?"
To that, the Austrian bitterly states,
"Jealously consumes my soul, and I plan on letting it consume my soul until my dying day."
The Spaniard smiles.
"Death is too hard for me to comprehend. Shall we dance instead?"
A/N: I've fallen into SpaAus hell and I can't climb back up... It's been a while since I've published, and this is my first SpaAus, so I know it's going to be one of my worst works so far, and extremely OOC, but please bear with me!
There's less banter in Spain and Austria's relationship compared to France and England's, and I'm still trying to get used to the "sexual tension without arguing" concept... I personally portray Spain as sly and calculating, and this fanfic would focus on a sadistic Spain and a surprisingly naive but tsundere Austria who is unsuspectingly controlled by S Spain does.
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