I'm sorry Spain fangirls it's really sad in the end. Although, the end won't make sense if you skip through the story, so read it all the way through please! DISFRUTAR (ENJOY)-
1746
It had been almost 6 years since your Spanish husband, Toni, went off to war to help Gilbert and Francis 'kick Roderich's ass'. At the start of the war, you and Toni wrote to each other all the time. But these last 6 months you hadn't received ANY letters from him. This concerned you a little. 'Is he dead? Missing? Does he love me anymore? Maybe he's just really busy...' were the thoughts that constantly ran through your mind.
One day you sat at home with your 8 year old (g/b), practicing your Spanish guitar- you wanted to impress Toni when he returned home. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. A Spanish soldier stood at your door. He held out a letter to you and said, "Me siento extrano" which means, "I'm sorry miss." "Gracias" you said and closed the door. You had a feeling you knew what the letter would say. You opened up the letter, and a few of Toni's small things fell out. The letter basically read:
"Dear Mrs. Carriedo,
We are sorry that your husband, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, has been found dead on July 22, 1746, during a battle between Prussia, France, and Spain against Austria. Included in this letter..."
That was all you read before you couldn't see past your tears. You sat down on your knees on the floor and screamed.
"What's wrong Madre?" you (d/s) asked. You looked up at (him/her).
"Come here mi amor" you said as (he/she) walked over to you and hugged you.
"Your Padre is...is...gone" you hesitantly said. You felt your (d/s) start to cry on your shoulder.
"Shhh. It's OK dear it's OK it'll be alright." you said, although inside you knew it wasn't. "It's up to you now, OK?" you said. Your (d/s) looked confused.
"What do you mean?"
You smiled at (him/her). "It's up to you to represent Spain now." You knew she was still too young, but when she was old enough, she would have the task that was (his/her) father's- to represent the country of Spain.
-Time Skip-
It had been 2 years since your beloved husband had died. You found out that Gilbert and Francis ganged up on him and killed him, because they didn't really like his battle tactics. So to get even with them, you gave Roderich the idea to ask Elizabeta for her help, Austria came back and ended up kicking Gilbert's and Francis' ass.
It has been two months since the war ended. Roderich invited you to come stay with him. You couldn't afford to make your house payments all on your own, and in return for you helping him, Roderich offered you a place to stay. You accepted of course.
1753
You have now lived with Roderich in Austria for 5 years. At one point he confessed his love towards you, but unfortunately for him, you didn't feel the same. Fortunately for you, there were no hard feelings.
You sat alone one day, all alone out in the sunny garden of Roderich's house. You felt two warm hands rub your shoulder. "Hola mi amor" the voice said. All you thought was, 'I'm being haunted!' But his touch just seemed so real.
"I'm home chica. I'm home."
"B-but your...dead." you said rather nervously.
"Holy guacamole (Name) who would ever give you THAT idea?" You sat there extremely shocked.
"I received the letter from the military" you said somewhat coldly.
"Oh that was probably Gilbert and France trying to scare you. They DID actually try to kill me, but I got away Amiga. They almost killed me too. But when I did get away, I knew I was safe. I hid in the woods in Austria for 7 years with an old married couple who took care of me and nursed me back to health. But now I'm back and now I have you mi amor." You turned around to look into his bright green eyes. "Te amo (Name)." he said bending down to meet your height. You jumped into his arms, knocking him back on the ground. "I love you too Toni." He cupped your cheeks and kissed you more passionately than ever before. You stayed that way for at LEAST 2 and a half hours.
You didn't know this, but Roderich and your (d/s) were sitting inside and could see both of you outside the window. "(k/n), your father has returned, vhy don't you go und see him?" asked Roderich. "Uncle Roderich, in case you didn't know I'm 15 years old now, and know when to give my parents space."
"But you haven't seen him in 13 years!" exclaimed Roderich
"Don't worry. And at least I don't have to represent Spain anymore. Beside, I don't think this will be their last dance...not yet."