"Mi, Bella, what happened?" His tender voice caused her ear to twitch. He watched the pink lobe perk up, slightly. "Just a night...", she mumbled back. "Wanna talk about?" Spain's thick Spanish accent, had her faintly smiling. His charm always had a way of coming out, just at the right moment.
"Geen...", she said softly, almost in a whisper. "Alright, Bella." Antonio, readjusted his arms to hold her more firmly. Bel's head tilted back and her leafy green orbs were slowly gaining their color back, causing an even bigger grin to form on his thin lips.
Bel propped her delicate chin on his chest and looked up at him. The puffiness remained around her eyes but her cheeks were slowly going back to a normal color. "Do you want to come in or stand here in the entry way for the remainder of the night?" Her voice still hoarse but she managed a whisper.
"I'd like to..." Spain caught himself before finishing the sentence with such a lame hit on line. This was Belgium, not some ordinary woman. "You would like to.., what?" Both nation locking eyes and both holding their breaths while she waited for him to say something.
"I'd like to come in", his voice coming out in a mere whisper itself. He backed her up, without letting go. Belgium seemed enchanted by his demeanor and his charm. Without surprise or a bat of an eye, she allowed him to lead her backwards. An action that she didn't think about but he did.
Bel trusted him, Spain made a vow at that moment. He'd never break her trust again. It took him centuries to get back to this point, the man would be damned if it would take him any longer.