Oh screw it! I can't get Prussia to be himself; I might have made him OoC so deal with it!
The song Argentina sings would be translated at the end of the chapter; it took me longer to translate it than it did the whole chapter and I used Google translate for the first time in years
9. Spain's plan; part 1
One would thought that she would wait this kind of thing from her ex-protector but even her could be surprised by the things the Spanish man could come with. How did he manage to put his plan in set? She didn't know and didn't think it'll be a good idea to ask not wanting to hear the two hours long monologue that would probably came from said question, she did know him well enough like to know that
Besides, she wouldn't be playing along if it wasn't because this was Spain and he was like, well… Spain
So here she was somehow fully awake and cooking the breakfast for the six of them, since obviously the plan involved Prussia coming over, but getting to see him was from the things you would expect from Spain since after all it was all because she just felt so awkward whenever around the albino
But as the only good side was that he told her to cook Hot Cakes, so at least breakfast would taste good which would probably make her mood better. She thanked all the cooking lessons from Canada, and of course some tricks from RP, like how to flip the hot cake without screwing up
So the one who we all wanted to see in this scene was now coming into the house and was hit by the delicious smell; then he heard a soft voice humming
Like every time she did anything she liked doing she would hum something, this time she was humming a carnival that she liked a lot…
When Prussia was getting to the kitchen curious to know if she really was cooking what he thought, but was stopped when Spain appeared
"I wouldn't do that if I were you" said Spain
Prussia turned to see the Spanish who had a smile on his face
"She's a bit tedious while cooking" said Spain
However soon Italy appeared where they were
"Ve~ hi Prussia! You came just in time, Argentina is making hotcakes" said Italy
"Really?" asked Prussia
"Ve~" said Italy
"Well she told me that Canada taught her how to cook them and I wanted to know how they tasted so bad" said Spain (he's just going along his own plan)
In that moment the humming stopped on the kitchen and the three moved to the dining room pushed by Spain, they saw her putting down the last plate and Romano helping her with the rest
"Gracias por la ayuda" said Argentina
"Tch, no es nada" said Romano
She smiled at his reaction and then turned to the three that just appeared there, she smiled at them too blushing a little
"Oh, hi there" said Argentina
She knew about him coming thanks to Spain so she wasn't that surprised, yet this was kind of hard for the black-haired. As the first good thing in a while Germany walks in and him and Prussia get in a conversation so Argentina sat with Romano and Spain and grabbed the syrup; if you thought that Canada and Prussia where the only ones to put lots of syrup to their hotcakes you were wrong because Argentina did too since she really liked the sweet flavor it added; and good did it taste good! If anyone said that Argentina didn't know how to cook you'll know they'll be lying
You know they say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach? Well then what do you think was Spain's plan at the beginning? That's right… and he was kind of right anyway, because if someone gets to do one of your favorites meals with such taste, wouldn't you start thinking different of the person? He did at least which is what matters here anyway
He decided to stay for a while and Spain saw another opportunity, so far it seemed like thing were going in the right direction
"Hey Argentina, ¿why don't you sing us something?" asked Spain
"¿huh?" asked Argentina
"Ve~ the music you played the other day was really nice" said Italy
"Uh… thanks" said Argentina
"Come on argy, sing something for us" said Spain
"Uh, I don't know" said Argentina
"Says who was always singing when we went visit your land" said Romano
Argentina gave Romano the known 'I hate you so much' look as he grinned having found something to bother her
"Fine, I'll do it… but I can only sing in Spanish" said Argentina
"That's even better" said Spain
She cleared her throat and tried to think something quick so she came up with another tango that she liked
Se dice de mí, se dice que soy fiera que camino a lo malevo
Que soy chueca y que me muevo con aire compadrón
Que parezco Leguisamo, mi nariz es puntiaguda
La figura no me ayuda y mi boca es un buzón
Si charlo con Luis, con Pedro o con Juan
Hablando de mí los hombres están
Critican si ya la línea perdí
Se fijan si voy, si vengo o si fui
Se dicen muchas cosas más si el bulto no interesa
¿Por qué pierden la cabeza ocupándose de mí?
Yo sé que muchos me desprecian compañía
Y suspiran y se mueren cuando piensan en mi amor
Y más de uno se derrite si suspiro
Y se quedan, si los miro, resoplando como un Ford
Si fea soy, pongámosle,
Que de eso aun no me enteré.
En el amor yo solo sé
Que a más de un gil, dejé a pie.
Podrán decir, podrán hablar,
Y murmurar y rebuznar,
Mas la fealdad que dios me dio
Mucha mujer me la envidió.
Y no dirán que me engrupí
Porque modesta siempre fui...
¡Yo soy así!
Y ocultan de mí, ocultan que yo tengo unos ojos soñadores,
A demás otros primores que producen sensación
Si soy fiera sé que, en cambio, tengo un cutis de muñeca
Los que dicen que soy chueca
No me han visto en camisón.
Los hombres de mí critican la voz,
El modo de andar la pinta y la tos
Critican si ya la línea perdí
Se fijan si voy, si vengo o si fui
Se dicen muchas cosas más si el bulto no interesa,
¿Por qué pierden la cabeza ocupándose de mí?
Of corse Argentina could sing a tango right, it was her own music after all so one would wait for her to sing nice. And everything was going according to Spain's plan…
HERE'S THE TRANSLATION (Warning: it was made with Google translate)
They say about me, is said about me
It says I'm ugly; I walk to the outlaw,
I'm crooked and I move with an air Compadrón, /Neither google nor I can traslate this word/
I seem Leguisamo, my nose is pointy,
Figure does not help me and my mouth is a mailbox
If chat with Luis, with Peter or John,
Talking about me men are
Criticize if I've lost line,
Fixing if I go, if I come or left.
Many things are said,
But if the shape does not matter,
Why lose your head taking care of me?
I know many despise my company
And sigh and die when they think of my love.
And more than one melts if sigh
And stay, if I look, snorting like a Ford
If I'm ugly, let's just say
That's what I have not learned.
In love I just know that more than one fool I left on walk
You may say, can talk, and murmuring and braying,
But the ugliness that God gave me many women envied me
And do not say that I deceived because I was always modest...
That's how I am!
And hide from me conceal that I have
Dreamy eyes plus other beauties producing sensation.
If I know I'm ugly, however, I have a doll complexion,
Those who say I'm crooked have not seen me in a nightgown
Men of me criticize the voice, the gait, the pint and the cough
Criticize if I've lost line,
Fixing if I go, if I come or left.
Many things are said,
But if the shape does not matter,
Why lose your head taking care of me?
