Antonio or better known as Spain, he has been visiting him a lot the last days.
It made him wonder why.
Most of the people tried to avoid him after he had beaten up some of the nordics brothers.
Spain seemed to enjoy being around him anyhow.
Just like all the other days he just turn away from the spanish guy.
There was no need for a conversation with him.
A hand softly grapped his arm, the only thing Spain got back was a glare.
"What do you even want from me?" growled Scotland.
A surprised look that soon turned to a smile was shown on Spain his face.
"I wanna be your friend"
"Friends? Why would you wanna be friends with me?"
Spain seemed to think for a moment.
"Do I need a reason?" was his answer after a few seconds.
His smile didn't seem to hide a lie.
The only thing that Scotland could do was look confused.
"Idiot!" full of anger Scotland turned away.
"...Fine whatever you want" he said with a lowered voice.
For a second he looked back at Spain.
Spain understood the hint and happily walked after Scotland...