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The next morning Spain awoke to the sounds of sizzling bacon. The aroma of the pork strips, almost pulled him out of bed it self. When he sat up he realized his back and neck were sore. The pain shot up his back and into his shoulders, causing him to flinch. The bed wasn't comfortable at all. He made an audible groan before standing slowly.

Once on his feet he stretched and yawned. Antonio could feel some of the tension in the fibers release as he reached for the ceiling. He then noticed his cloths had dried through the night and took note, his baldric and belt were taken off. Spain had forgotten to relieve himself of some of his wares but it seems Belgium had done it for him. What truly surprised him, she managed to do it without waking him. The Spaniard made a deep growl. He didn't like his servants touching his personal items without permission nor having a woman who threatened his manhood to be so close without his eyes being open.

Spain felt his temper rise. He hadn't been awake for more then three minutes and he was already ready to teach her a lesson. The nation balled his fists up tightly as he stepped through the make shift curtain into the rest of the cabin. The warmer air hit his cheeks, causing his cool skin to warm. The smell of fresh bacon and eggs waft under his nose. His stomach churned. It even made a horrific growling sound. Spain bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from drooling.

Belgium was standing across the open cabin, huddled over the wood stove. He saw his belongings hanging next to the wooden door. Light from the morning sun peered from a window on his right. The light casted down on the table, as if a message from God himself, to sit down and stay quiet. Spain made his way to the wooden chair and sat. Like a child ready to throw a tantrum, he curled his nose up a little and frowned. The man wasn't happy to see he had been fondled and didn't get to enjoy it. Antonio crossed his arms as the beauty across the room seemed not to even notice him. He took the moment of silence to think.

His olive green eyes glanced about to drink in his surroundings. He saw his boots had been clean and placed next to the door. The Spanish nation also noticed his belongings hanging over his boots from a carpenter's nail. Belgium had taken care of everything while he had slept. Maybe she was realizing her place, he thought hopefully.

He couldn't help but smile slightly as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. If she did, then he could gather her up and take her back. He'd be home by the end of the week, holding and doting on his little Romano. Spain ruffled his already messy, dark hair as he fell into deeper thought.

There was only one thing in this life he really missed and that was his son. The boy absolutely hated him and he couldn't figure out why but the man took him in anyways. Spain even went out of his way to do things for him, so his boss didn't bother the poor boy to much. He prayed every day that his king would leave him alone while he was forced away from home. "Tch", he clicked audibly with his tongue.

Spain felt horrible for leaving his little tomato to run about unsupervised. The boy was very lonely. He himself, knew it but didn't know how to fix it. Romano had ran off every staff member in Spain's kingdom with his sharp tongue and nasty attitude of his. Spain let out a deep sigh and placed his chin on the rough, palm of his hand. He propped himself up on his elbow as he watched the petite blond continue to cook in her green dress she had worn yesterday.

What to do about Lovi, he wondered. What to do with her...? He closed his eyes and let out a frustrated whimper. Then it occurred to him. His olive green eyes snapped open only to be met by a wooden plate being set down. His eyes shot upward, the sunlight lit up her emerald green orbs. They seemed to shimmer like the stars, he navigates by. Her golden blond hair brushed her freckled cheeks.

Spain was frozen. His mind seemed to stop and so did his heart. The nation had never seen anything or anyone so beautiful as the light washed over her features. A shadow casted over her nose as she tilted her head down. Antonio watched her carnation, pink lips purse slightly. His eyes traced down her jaw line to her tender, swan neck.

Belgium started to retract. She didn't know what was going through that man's head as he eyed her intensely. There was something different in his gaze. He wasn't staring at her like a piece of meat. It was as if the nation was soaking in her features. It made her feel truly uncomfortable; she had never been looked at like so.

Spain caught her delicate wrist with inhuman speed. Belgium startled but realized his grip wasn't painful at all, just firm. "Don't..." Spain swallowed, making a sound that seemed to make the female nation leery. "I...", Antonio struggled to find his words as he grew silent. His eyes shifting back and forth quickly. He was trying to read her facial features.

Belgium thought the man's skin was going to start glowing in the sunlight as she was trying to read him as well. His eyes soaked up the light as much as hers did. The bright green color of his orbs seemed like a bright, leafy green that reminded her of the spring time. The fresh leaves sprouting in contrast to his dark tanned skin. The woman related him to that of an oak tree. His palms were sold and rough, his eyes a fresh leafy green, and his skin the color of the bark.

"I...", he stumbled again. His grip tightened out of frustration. His eyes never left her features as they traveled up again to her eyes. "I... I have a son...", he merely whispered. Belgium realized this seemed more of a confession then a conversation. The female nation recognized the tone of voice, her brother would do the same as stubborn as he was. The man finally broke down and was going to spit out what's on his mind, she concluded.

Bel patted the back of his hand gently. This seemed to enable him to speak His stomach was in knots. His heart was a flutter. He wondered if this is what it was like fear rejection. Spain lowered his head. "I... have a son. His name is Lovino Vargas. He's essentially Italy's twin brother; another nation you may or may not have heard of." Antonio gulped as he couldn't read her expression. Belgium remained almost stoic like as she listened closely.

The Spaniard's eyes fell to the table as he released her wrist. The woman quietly pulled out the wooden chair across from him. Antonio took a deep jagged breath, he feared this woman would reject him. She had no reason to accept his offer but he had to try anyways for the sake of his little tomato. If it really came down to it and his manipulations didn't work, he'd force her but he'd rather have her going on her own free will.

"You see, he's rather spiteful and hates me. He's sharp tongued and verbally abuses the staff. I can't care for him, senora." Spain dipped his head in what seems to be shame and his eyes gazed at the plate set before him. "He's a handful and with my boss constantly telling me where to go, who to go to war with. I... I can't... I can't be there for him" he rasped out in frustration.

Belgium's face softened though she still didn't smile nor frown. Her lips remained pressed together, unmoved but her eyes gingerly laid on the man that seemed to almost crumple to his knees. "So you were in hopes to hurry up and swoop me up. You'd have me watch your son, while you and your comrades use my resources and water ways to feed your wars." Her voice was like a shot in the dark. It actually surprised him to hear the exact same words spoken to him by his own king, come from her lips.

Spain kept up the facade up. A huge part of him didn't want her to reject him, it actually really bothered him but another part of him didn't care. He just wanted her to watch Lovi for him. She was a nation and so were they. Belgium was also a woman and her place was suppose to be in the kitchen and with the children.

"I see I really don't have a choice in the matter", she said blatantly. Belgium was no fool. Her brother had taught her all there was to the outer world. He knew deep down he wouldn't be able to protect his baby sister for much longer so when he was home, he'd sit her down and discuss various situations regarding negotiations. Again she quietly thanked him.

In Bel's eyes Spain had unknowingly opened up that door. He wanted a babysitter for someone he held close to his heart and she knew she was going to be taken whether or not she approved. Belgium found the oppertunity to make the best of the situation. "I see Mr. Spain. I will do as you ask only if you agree to my terms." Spain's first instinct was to tell her she had no authority to make such demands but he bit his tongue. If it meant she'd go willingly then he'd listen and then decide to agree or to get into it with her.

He nodded for her to proceed. "I want to be treated fairly. I want recognition as a nation. I don't want my people to suffer. I persume you will tax me but I don't want anything above 10%. My people will not starve either. You are not allowed to take their food or reserves. If you promise to uphold these terms I shall watch your precious son."

Spain couldn't believe his ears. Who ever taught...? He growled as soon as the name Netherlands popped up in his head. Antonio squeezed the bridge of his nose and took in a deep breath. He knew he couldn't make those promises, Spain knew what his king had in store for her kingdom but he needed a way to keep her next to him. He knew exactly what he needed to do for he already had planned to ask her.

"No", he said bluntly. Her green eyes fluttered as she raised an eyebrow. "I'll make you my wife, if you're going to make such high demands. If I keep up my end of the bargain then I need some assurance you'll stay by my side." She was a little shocked he didn't trust her. "You act like you can't trust me", she blurted. "I can't", he spat back. "You ran, stole my dagger, and threatened my manhood! Then you ask me to trust you?"

Belgium wanted to tell him how can she trust a pirate but she bit her tongue. In all honesty he could disreguard her terms and chase her around the field again. She really didn't want a repeat of yesterday. "Fine", she snapped. "You'll get your marriage." Spain was ready to argue again but held his breath when she agreed. Antonio's heart did flips. His signature, goofy grin played on his lips. He had managed to get what he wanted and deep down he knew she was going be extremely angry when she hears her terms be denied but he didn't care. The Spaniard only cared about getting someone to watch over Lovi while he was away so he didn't have to worry.

"We'll marry when we reach my city", Spain exclaimed excitedly. "Geen", she said sternly. "We get married here. In my own homeland." Antonio wasn't going to argue. He realized now he could sweep Netherlands up as well. His loyalty to his sister would cause him to follow and not only that, he'd be bound by law and God. Netherlands wouldn't be able to deny his brother-in-law taxes either. Spain was smiling brightly on the inside and out.

The day just keeps getting better and better Antonio thought. Her selfishness for trying to protect her people cost not only her freedom but dragged her brother into it as well. This was far better then he imagined and to think, he was going to ask for her hand and marriage. The male nation just couldn't figure out how. She practically gave everything to him, without even thinking.

I'm a bastard, he thought to himself. But a lucky bastard, Spain continued. Belgium wasn't sharing the same enthusiasm her counter part was. Some how she had the sinking feeling, she had just made a deal with the Devil and now there was no way out of it...