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"And then he hit me in the face with the iron bust. I don't understand why!"

France sighed, as if Spain had said something either very disappointing or very obvious to him. Spain recounted in his head all of his words, but nothing came back to him as sounding very stupid. He assumed what France was about to say something which he would think was obvious, but would be really bad advice. At least, it was so most of the time for Spain. Maybe the advice worked all the time for the Frenchman, but Spain doubted it.

"You did insult him by saying he was the one who did it," France remarked smoothly, sipping from his wine glass. Spain shook his head.

"It was obvious! And I wasn't mad – I wasn't even going to make him put it back up!"

"You insulted him, my friend. Either you apologize, or your bed is going to be empty for a while."

Spain frowned, musing the thought over his coffee. That was a horrid thought! Romano was just too cuddly to keep out of his bed. He was practically immune to the barrage of insults that usually began the night, for the rest of the night was completely worth it. And the younger one never really meant all what he said.

"So even thought I meant nothing by it, I should apologize?"

"Oui, monsieur," France smiled, glancing at his watch. "Sorry I have to cut this short. England believes he has a vacation now, so I have to go make him work." He winked.

"Ah, yes." Spain was never against England's plans being foiled. It was hard to forgive the piracy.

"Tell me how it works out," France grinned, standing up.

Spain smiled. "Gladly."