Day 5: Spain's House

It's been a while since I've done this. I hate typing at my computer at home cause is cut off from the rest of the house, so I never really type there. I'm closing in on my laptop, as opposed to the family's ancient one, so that'll speed things up. Anyhoo, I always seem to type at hotels, so you guys got lucky in this instance.


"Where to next?"

"There's always Spain's."

"We met him yesterday."

"So?"

"…."

"That means yes. To Spain's we go!"


And so they went. Vera, Vienna, and Rujiena tagged along, for various reasons.

"Over here!" Loreto's voice called them over as they passed a street edged with hedges. Most everyone in the group looked around confused as to where they were supposed to go.

"This way." Mel called, spotting a small opening between hedges. They rounded the corner and saw a back patio where Loreto and Spain sat with a platter with various snacks, one of which was being selected by yet another nation. "G'day mates." She said with a wave. "How'd you see us through the hedges?"

"We didn't see you, we heard you." Loreto said, laughing.

"You're not exactly quiet." The unfamiliar nation commented.

"Oh hey, Vedonia." Rujiena said, catching up finally.

"Hey Rujia." She said with a nod in the small city's direction.

"Where's Vidonia?" Mel asked, confused.

She snorted. "No where. I'm Portugal, unless you don't know where that is."

Mel scowled. 'I know where that is."

"Vidonia, don't antagonize her." Spain said. He grinned and waved. "Hello there Mel, Zell, Vera, Vienna and Rujia."

A chorus of hellos followed, and suddenly Zell realized the liquid in the jug on the able was lemonade. She grabbed it and grinned.

The Austrians and Mel groaned, but Spain just grinned. "Go ahead." He turned to grab Loreto by the arm and pulled her into his lap, nuzzling her neck. She struggled for a bit but quickly gave up and blushed a deep red, leaning closer none the less. Spain laughed. "You look like a tomato."

"Shut up, asshole."

Everyone at the table chuckled at that.


They sat talking for a while, and eventually Loreto vacated Spain's lap for her own chair. Soon a voice could be heard from the front of the house.

"ROMANO! We came here all the way from your house because Spain invited us here, AND YOU ARE NOT GOING BACK NOW!" Malta shouted.

"SHUT UP, WILL YOU?" was Romano's answer.

"We can hear you!" Vienna yelled.

Silence. Malta and Romano appeared, Malta dragging the still cursing Romano.

"Hi everyone!" Malta called brightly.

"Let…Me…Go!" Romano yelled. He wrenched himself away from Malta and stood glaring at her for a while then glared at everyone then finally stood there, blatantly ignoring everyone.

"No Italy?" Vera asked.

"He's at the potato bastard's. Again." Romano grumbled.

"Ah, Romanito, just enjoy our company for a while." Spain said with a lazy smile.

"Don't call me that." Romano hissed.

"What ever you say, Romanito."

"What did I just say, bastard?"

"Spain!" Malta cried. "Don't antagonize him!"

"Awww," Spain said, still grinning. "I'm just having fun. Is that forbidden?" at which point, he tried to replicate the move he pulled on Loreto earlier on Romano, half succeeding. He managed to get him on his lap, but Romano quickly worked his way free. Romano, Mia, and Loreto simultaneously slapped him. A handprint appeared on each cheek and he rubbed the back of his head, still grinning.

Mel sipped her drink and commented "I didn't know it was possible for a person to be slapped by three people at the same time."

Vienna laughed, and shrugged. "Apparently."


After that initial madness, things calmed down. A bit. Spain took turns switching the center of his attention from Romano to Loreto constantly. Whenever he was talking to one, the other would be scowling fiercely. At some point, Mel asked, 'Crikey I'm confusing myself trying to figure this out. How are you lot related to each other?"

Loreto looked at her. "You can't figure it out? I'm Romano's little sister, and Mia's Spain's little sister."

"You Europeans have the most convoluted family relations."

"Con-vo-what?" Zell asked, confused.

"Twisted." Vienna explained.

Zell snorted. "That's an understatement."


Eventually they realized it was too late to make it back to Austria's at any reasonable time. Loreto had the obvious solution.

"You guys can stay here!"

So they did. Vienna went to notify Austria, Rujiena, Russia, and Mel for an entirely different reason. Everyone was dispersing anyway, so her absence didn't raise any question marks. She wandered the halls until she found a balcony a good distance away from everyone else. She pulled out her phone and dialed the number she subconsciously memorized.

"Ja, who izit?"

"Gil?" She tried to sound surprised, but suspected she only sounded excited.

"Mel? Is that you? Why are you calling? Are you coming over again?"

She smiled at the rapid fire questions. "Give a girl a chance to answer!" she demanded. 'Yes, it's me; do you know anyone else with an Australian accent? And No, I'm not coming over; I was trying to call Austria to tell him we're staying at Spain's for the night. Try not to be too disappointed though."

"Disappointed? Why would I be disappointed? Just be sure to lock your door, Spain's not one to think much of privacy."

"You could fake the disappointment, Gilbert. And only someone with a thoroughly dirty mind would think of that, and besides the point he seems to be pretty occupied with Loreto at the moment."

"Your mind doesn't seem that clean either. And my number isn't anything close to Roddy's." He paused, about to hang up when he remembered a question he had. "Hey, Mel, What's your human name?"

"Bit of a random question, mate." She commented, leaning on the balcony railing."It's Oaklee King."

"Oaklee? Well then, I think I'll talk to you later, Acorn." And he hung up.

"Waitwaitwait how in seven hells did you get my nickname out of that sentence?" She shouted into her buzzing phone, disbelieving. Her human friends back in Australia had taken months to come up with the nickname Acorn, based off the Oak part of Oaklee, but however he did so, Prussia had gotten it in about thirty seconds. She shook her head and headed inside.


End Day 5!

Upon typing this, before hitting spell check, I am hit with the realization I am hopeless at spelling. I keep spelling Spain Sapin. So if you see that, let me know. But as I tend to have the TV going in the background so I have an excuse. If a very small one. Ignore me, I'm rambling. But let's see, if you're still reading, I'll let you know that I've given up trying to figure out what language they're speaking. I'm guessing they're just speaking their native language and everyone understands them, but I have German staying German, and the same with French later so…. I have no clue. And I think I'm rambling again. Hmmmmm let's see how long people keep reading this. AFV is funny. I think a page took me half an hour to type a page, versus say ten minutes. Stupid distractions. So distracting.