AN: sooo extra chapter! I was reading a new history book I've recently bought, and it had a chapter about the siege of Cartagena de Indias. At the end, it told this anecdote and I just had to write this. I couldn't not do it. Hope you like it n_n

2005

"Hey, Spain," England said as soon as Spain picked up the phone. "How are you?"

"Perfectly fine until you called me and made me hear your stupid voice," Spain replied without missing a beat. "What do you want?"

"Uuuuh, I think spending all that time with Romano isn't good for you. What's with that mouth?"

"Who do you think he learnt all that vocabulary from, bastard? And what the hell do you want?"

"Ah, yes! See, I'm having a naval parade soon, and I was wondering if you'd like to send a ship to join it?"

"A parade?" Spain frowned. "What's the occasion?"

There was a short silence. England coughed.

"It's 2005. What happened two-hundred years ago?"

Two-hundred years ago? Spain scratched his ear, wondering. Two-hundred years ago was 1805. What happened in— oh.

"Trafalgar, huh?" he grunted. "Why exactly would I want to send a ship to commemorate that?"

"Well, you were a part of it," England answered. "I've asked France, too, and he said yes."

Spain sighed deeply. He considered it for a while. Then he had a very, very good idea.

"Okay, I'll be there," he said, smirking. "See you, asshole."

And he hung up.

It was the day of the parade. From the dock, England watched all the ships that were going to participate. It was so beautiful… His mind couldn't help but wander back to those centuries ago, when his navy had so drastically defeated the combined forces of France and Spain. It really had been a day to remember.

"Lord Eyebrows!" someone called from behind him.

Annoyed, he turned to see Spain walking— no, prancing towards him. Why was he so damn happy? Like him, he was wearing his military uniform, with a few (decorative) medals here and there… and he also spotted some sort of gold medallion hanging on his neck.

"What's up?" he greeted, deciding he wasn't going to let Spain ruin what was supposed to be a glorious day.

"Oh, not much," he answered, beaming. "I just wanted to make sure you saw my ship! It's a beautiful, beautiful frigate. She deserves a good place in the parade, eh? Make sure it's seen!"

"Sure, sure," England waved his hand, clearly not interested.

"Wanna come see it? I think you should come see it!"

Without giving him the chance to refuse, Spain grabbed his hand and dragged him all over to where his ship was anchored. Indifferent, England barely looked twice at it.

"Yes, yes, it's very beautiful," he sighed. "Now may I—?" he stopped mid-sentence, having finally gotten a good look at Spain's medallion.

It had been over a quarter of a millennium, but he still remembered clearly the coins he had forged in an overdose of arrogance. He remembered how he had stood before Spain and New Granada, so certain of his victory, and how he had teasingly tossed one of those coins at them.

Of course, the bastard had kept it all those years. Of course, he had turned it into something he could wear. Of course, he was wearing it precisely that day.

"What's with that face, England?" Spain chuckled mischievously. "Are you having bad memories?"

Slowly, very, very slowly, England turned his gaze away from the medallion and directed it to the Spanish ship. He couldn't see its name from where he was, but he had a bad suspicion.

"Yes," Spain grinned. "May I introduce to you my brand-new frigate, Blas de Lezo!"

Well played, you southern bastard. Well played, England thought.

He wasn't going to admit that out loud, of course. Nor was he going to let Spain get away with it that easily.

"… and then he threw me to the sea," Spain finished with a laugh.

He heard New Granada laughing at the other end of the line.

"Honestly, you deserved it. How would you feel if he showed up in your ports with a ship called Horatio Nelson?"

"Nah, I have a much better sense of humour than him," Spain replied, chuckling. "I would only hit him a little. And hey, he was asking for it! How about we make a parade in 2041 to commemorate Lezo and we invite England, huh?"

"We could do that, yes," New Granada sighed. "But how about we start by fulfilling his last will?"

"That's up to you! When you do it, let me know and I'll be there."

"Will you be late?"

"Probably."

"Try not to." He made a pause. "And come visit more often, you idiot."

AN: sometimes I'm amazed by how sons-of-bitches we can be :P
In Spain there must always be a ship named 'Blas de Lezo'; it's the biggest acknowledgement a sailor can get. The one mentioned here was an F-103 frigate that was fleeted in 2004 and is still active today.
Also, I know that Spain in Hetalia is the one of the most adorable puppy-like countries there are, but dude do we curse a lot. I kinda like the idea of Romano learning A LOT of vocabulary from Spain, particularly when he was mad at England and/or France :P
Anyway, hope you liked this extra chapter! One little extra review won't kill you! ;)