"He's cute, isn't he?" Spain smiled, tapping her fingernails on the side of her cup- they were painted red and yellow, if she'd already started gloating about her football teams Germany would- do something, he wasn't sure what, but it would be passive-aggressive enough to make Austria proud.
"Who?"
"Veneziano. Isn't he just adorable?" Well, yes, he was- oh, Germany had not just thought that- although handsome was also applicable- oh, he had not just thought that.
"I guess he is. Sort of." Why was Germany blushing?
"Sort of?" Was it his imagination or did Spain look cunning? "Only sort of? With those big brown eyes—" well, they were… attractive enough- "—and all that hair, you just want to pet his head it's so fluffy—" Germany most certainly did not want to pet Veneziano's hair- "—and the way he smiles, it's just—" Spain did have a point, Veneziano's smile never failed to set off something weird and fluttery in Germany's chest and why was he blushing Goddammit-
"Okay okay okay he's cute I agree would you stop—"
Spain laughed. "Of course, Germany. But you have to admit, he's just adorable. Has been since he was a kid."
Germany wondered why he felt like agreeing to the last point as well, but instead tried to change the subject to something that wouldn't make his cheeks go quite this red. "Ah… how are your turtles?"
"Oh, they're doing fantastically, but there're just so many, I couldn't keep them all so I gave some to France and Portugal and Prussia and Romano and made them promise not to eat them."
"So that's where Prussia's new turtle came from."
"Is he taking good care of him?" Spain leaned forward, eyes intense. "He's not hungry or sad?"
Germany was rather taken aback. "… Karl's doing well."
"Good!" And Spain straightened up, smiling again. "Oh, by the way, I was talking to Veneziano the other day and he says you've made a lot of progress with this… dating thing."
"I… yes, he's told me so."
"He told me Seychelles told him you seemed a bit less awkward than America said! Also that he's glad you're making new friends. It really is time you get out more." Spain nodded, eyes closed, with a small smile on her face, and drummed her fingers on the cup again.
"… Is that so."
"Yep!" Spain looked at her wristwatch quickly. "Oh dear, I have to go talk to Belgium soon— do you know where she is?"
Germany nodded once, briskly. "With Netherlands, I think. I'm not entirely sure."
"Worth a try." Spain stood and shook Germany's hand. "Nice talking to you, Germany! I'll see you at the world meeting, all right?"
"Of course."
Grinning, Spain sauntered away from the coffee shop.
When Veneziano learned that Romano had received a turtle and he had not, he grumbled about the unfairness of it all, but smiled again and said how he hoped Romano would treat it kindly, that's how you should always treat animals and gifts, especially from Spain because she's pretty but one time I saw someone say something rude to her and she knocked him over so I really hope Romano is nice to his new turtle, but why didn't he tell me he got one, Germany?
Germany had to admit he didn't know, but the image of Spain beating people down was one that seemed extremely plausible to him.
