6. Empty Threat (Spain)
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Your brother was dead. And it was his ill-fated destiny to be killed by the only man you ever loved—Spain.
"[Name]—"
"SHUT UP!" you screamed at him, the tears streaming down your face. "I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT! GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU…YOU…MONSTER!"
He tried to hold your shoulders, but you roughly shoved him away, a ferocious rage burning in your eyes. You looked at him with utter hate. Hate, he saw, and…pain. Raw pain.
"Cariño—"
"STOP IT!" you continued to scream. "You killed him. I can't believe you killed him. My brother…"
Spain was being too hasty. He couldn't take the look in your eyes. That feeling of hurt and betrayal; it was something he would rather die than inflict you with.
"He was planning to kill you," he urged. "I saw his plans, [Name]. That man was going to turn around and stab you in the back! I did the only thing I could do—"
"Stop it," you said again. Spain winced at the heaviness of your agony as you stood in the middle of the room, like a pillar of misery about to come crumbling down. "You think—hic—I didn't already know that?" Your heart squeezed painfully. Right, you had known from the start. The late night outs, the lies he told you, the people that have been following you. You had known all along that your nation-brother was plotting to kill you. And despite your best efforts to stop it, nothing went right.
It was only a matter of time before something terrible happened.
Nothing mattered though. You still loved him, looked up to him so much. It was hard to believe someone so trustworthy was so evil.
Just as you were about to collapse, Spain suddenly appeared next to you, gently pressing your crying figure to his steady stature.
"Shhh," he whispered. "I'm so sorry, mi amor…please don't cry…"
Not caring if your running tears ruined his shirt, you whimpered, "I hate you, Spain. You killed him. I h-hate you so m-much. I'll kill you…" Sentences and words blended together, until all of your threats dribbled into incoherent crying.
It didn't matter what you said, however. Both of you could easily tell that your words were just empty threats.
All you could do was hold onto him as tightly as you could.
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