Chapter 1 - Spain x Seborga
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"Go away you bastard!"
Spain frowned, giving a disheartened sigh. He didn't understand why Romano was so mean to him; all he had wanted was to ask if he and Veneziano wanted to go to lunch with him and Portugal. Instead, what he got was a smack on the head with an Italian magazine, and a few select curses. Sprain sighed; he just didn't see why Romano had to be so standoffish all the time!
Just as Spain turned to head to the door, planning on leaving the Meeting Room, a light voice spoke up from behind him
"Don't listen to him, Spagna, he's just being grumpy." A soft, Italian-accented voice reached his ears. "Mio fratello maggiore is always grumpy, though, isn't he?"
Turning around, Spain was met by a cheerful smile, hair redder than Veneziano's, and bright green eyes. It took a minute, maybe two, but Spain eventually recognized him as Seborga, an Italian micronation.
When he looked past Seborga, he saw a group of micronations whispering to each other and looking back and forth in their direction, and merely shrugged it off as 'kids being kids.' When Spain glanced to him again, Seborga's smile had faltered slightly, and Spain quickly realized he hadn't yet replied.
"Si. That's just how Lovi is." Spain smiled, and Seborga seemed to brighten up a bit. "Gracias, Seborga."
His gratitude was genuine. Spain did feel a bit grateful to Seborga for trying to cheer him up. Though he'd never talked much to the youngest Italian, he did know that the micronation was very friendly and a lot more extroverted than either of his brothers.
Seborga seemed to be in a daze for a couple of seconds before he blinked. To say he was shocked was an understatement. He hadn't really expected Spain to remember his name (no on ever did, with the exception of his friends and family).
As Seborga mulled this over, Spain watched him with a keen smile. He was curious, he had to admit, and wanted to learn more about Seborga. Well, he had nothing to lose, right?
"Say, Seborga, would you like to grab lunch with Portugal and I?"
Seborga blinked, his cheeks flushing. He glanced to the ground, then to the side, then back at Spain, his green eyes wide. "Sicuro! I-I mean, sure!"
Spain laughed at the Italian, reaching forward and ruffling his hair. Call him crazy, but he had a good feeling about Seborga.
If you have any requests for any specific ships or prompts then go ahead and leave them in the comments. I will go ahead and say, though, that there are a few ships I just won't do. Some ships I just can't stand to write about (like Spamano, DenNor, RusLiet, etc).
I'll start doing the requests after Chapter 7, since I've already wrote the first 7 chapters.