This chapter is entirely in Spain's point of view. Just warning you XD
Spain had his eyes closed, waiting for the strike.
However, when it didn't come, he opened one eye, wanting to know why Sparky had not yet hit him. And his eyes widened when he saw the scene that lay before him.
Sparky's electric blue eyes were slightly widened, her arms out and slightly buzzing. She seemed to be taken by surprise by something. But that wasn't what caught the Spaniard's attention.
No, what he was focused on was the brunette sprawled across the floor, eyes closed.
"Rosa!"
Sparky, recovering from her shock, laughed, "Foolish girl. So desperate to save the one person she hates the most. What a child."
Spain didn't react to her words. Instead, he sat up, winced, and gently scooped the Mexican into his arms.
"What did you do to her?" He demanded, his voice coming out slightly raspy from the electric shocks he had received.
Sparky shrugged innocently.
Spain bit his lip and looked back down at his former colony. Other than the slight rise and fall of her chest, there was no sign that she was alive.
"I didn't want to cast a spell on her," Sparky mused, "However... I can still do something to you, España." She sounded amused.
Right as the palm of her hand started glowing again, the door, which Sparky had closed, was slammed open, revealing Canada and America, their colonizers in tow.
Sparky glared at them before giving a fake smile, "Oh well. It's not like I need to do anything. I have seen enough. Goodbye, North Americans."
With that, she disappeared in a puff of blue dust.
Canada immediately ran over to Spain, "Maple, what happened to her?" He asked.
Spain hung his head, one hand brushing Mexico's brown curls, "It's my fault," He confessed, "Sparky was about to curse me, but she stepped in."
"A curse, huh..."
All eyes were on the Brit, who had just spoken.
England's eyes were only slightly open, his lips moving soundlessly.
"Um, Iggy?" America poked England's cheek.
The touch was enough to snap the blonde out of whatever trance he was in, green eyes glancing at his former charge.
"We only have a couple of hours left," Canada mumbled, his eyes wandering in different directions, "Should we try to get out of here?"
"Probably," America agreed.
Spain sighed, and he stood up, carefully scooping his former colony into his arms. She was a lot lighter than he expected, almost as if she hadn't eaten in several days.
He also noticed that France hadn't said anything in the past couple of minutes. He met eyes with his friend, and barely caught the faraway, almost dull look in those cerulean eyes.
Something happened to him in those hours of being in a cell, Spain decided. And whatever it was, it wasn't good.
Canada began to lead the way, through a series of twists and turns, with America hot on his tail. England was behind Spain, probably making sure none of the spirits were following them. France walked beside Spain, his eyes focused on the ground.
It gave Spain time to think. Sparky had mentioned that she "had seen enough", enough to allow them to leave. And... He had this strange feeling, almost as if the spirits were merely playing with them. After all, he felt like they could do much more than they did. It was as if they wanted the group to escape.
And speaking of escape...
"We're here."
Spain glanced up, sending a prayer of thanks when he saw the
deep blue skies, along with the black exterior of the hotel they were staying at.
A few mumbled excuses and elevator rides later, all six of them were gathered in England's room. Spain gently set Mexico down, seeing that she was still unconscious.
"What do we do now?" America asked, pacing the room. Ever since before they were sent to that place, his eyes were almost always focused, as if he were in deep thought. It was different, unusual, but oddly satisfying.
Canada, too, seemed changed, almost as if he wasn't afraid to speak his mind. Whenever he did speak, it was much louder than usual, with a lot more confidence.
Spain imagined that, if Mexico were to wake up, he would see not the country he had grown used to, but the colony he had found.
He realized that America and Canada were both looking at him, and that France was hovering over his shoulder, most likely worried.
"England... What should I do?" Spain asked, his focus never shifting.
"Well... This may sound cliche, but true love's kiss normally breaks any curse." Came the reply.
Spain bit his lip, "But Mexico doesn't love anybody!"
"But you love her, oui?" France spoke up.
"Well..."
Spain sighed, crossing his fingers as he leaned down. He hoped France was right...
And he kissed her.
Aaand another cliffhanger! I'm sorry guys... I'm also sorry about how short this chapter is. I have had so much to do... Luckily. school's out for me, so I should be able to update more...
Next chapter is sadly the last... But don't worry! This is only part one of a series. And, yes, I know it ended really quickly. There is a reason for that! The epilogue shouldn't take me forever to write like this one did... Peace!