Spain walked down the street. He was headed to the little shop on the corner to buy some tools to fix up his 1950 black Camaro. He was thinking about painting over the strips, but Belgium told him she liked them better on the car. Made it look sharper, sexier. Now he was debating on painting over the strips again.

As he walked into the small shop, he noticed an red hair Italian flirting with a blonde German. The blonde German ran the shop with his brother. His brother, an albino, was great friends with Spain, so he normally got discounts and just about anything small free.

He walked up to the desk as the German looked at him and blushed. The Italian turned around and gave a goofy grin.

"Ve~ Hi Spain. How are you?"

"I'm fine, thank you. How are you, Italy?"

"Wonderful!"

Spain smiled and looked over at Germany.

"Hey, big guy. Can I borrow some tools?"

"What for?"

"I'm fixing up my Camaro."

"oh, ja. In the back."

"Vee~ Bye Germany."

"Bye Italy."

The German waved to his friend as he turned to leave and then lead the Spaniard to the back of the shop.

"What tools are you looking for?"

"The engine isn't running right. So I'm going to take it apart."

"Ja. I see."

They were silent as Germany dug through some tools and pulled out some to hand to Spain.

After a while, Germany nodded and they headed out front. Spain gave his thanks and headed towards the door.

"Oh, Spain!"

He stopped and turned around.

"Si?"

"How are you and Belgium? I heard you guys got into a fight and she stormed off."

"Oh, yea. We're fine now though."

"Oh, das ist gut."

They stood in silence. Spain turned around again and headed for the door.

"Thank you Lord for not letting him ask where she is."

"Wo is she now?"

Spain froze at the door.

"Maldita sea."

"She's...went on a trip to see Netherlands and," he slowly turned around to look at Germany with an upset look, "the plane she was on went down."

"Oh, mein gott! I didn't hear about this!"

"I really didn't want anyone to know..."

"Oh, I'm very sorry!"

"It's alright, amigo."

"I'll take you out some night, ja?"

"Sure."

"How about Thursday?"

"Si. At the bar?"

"Ja."

"Ok. See you then." Spain pushed the door open as he left he heard Germany shouting.

"Mein Beileid!"