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Why Spain became nervous each time she was wanted by someone else? She thinks that maybe is because of Jamaica's lost to the British pirates, but she isn't quite sure about it. She slowly caresses Spain brown hair while he is holding her between his arms. Right now he's humming a melody that has always calmed her in the desperate moments. He, somehow, is really worry about her because he holding her so close to his warm neck. The beating of his wounded heart can be heard quite easily.
"Mother Spain?" she clenches her hands on Spain shoulder and shivers. "Why you are doing this?"
"Umm" Spain mumbles and caresses her long brown hair. "What do you mean my dear?"
She press her lips together and gulps the words she was about to say. Her throat becomes dry and this sharp pain pierces her little beating heart. She can't say those things to Spain, after all is not every day he is nice with her. Her eyes slowly become heavy and her vision starts to fade.
"Are you sleepy?" Spain chuckles and slowly opens the door.
Soon enough Spain arrive to her room and cautious lays her sleeping body of the bed and kiss her forehead. He stands moving around her bed and stares at the starts.
"France! Get ready, it won't be easy!" Spain whispers. "For her I will give my life!"
The next day Spain was nowhere to be found and only few soldiers were around guarding her and Spain gold. Her mornings have always been busy, but today no much movement was done. The only thing she did was sit down on a rock and looked over her island, but suddenly a smoke over the distance grabs her attention.
"So bored!" America stretches his arms and yawns. "England stop reading or I shoot you!"
"Sure, go ahead!" England says with a bit of sarcasm on his voice. "You can't even move your hand oversized bastard!"
"Sir! Please! You have to take me there!" England feels two little hands curl on his. "You have to!"
"Why should I?" England kneels down. "Because you say so little lady?"
"Sure!" America stands and grabs the girl. "America demands action!"
The British man slaps himself mentally because of the American stupid move, but he ends up fallowing them. She told them what she was feeling; somehow they listened to every word she said. By each passing moment the smoke grew thicker and some people were running. The stench of burn blood was on the air as well as screaming and yells. With her eyes wide open she sees how France burns Spain flag smiling while Spain was lying on the ground.
"That wine loving bastard!" England whispers
"Mother Spain!" she jumps down from America's arms and runs and hold herself tight to Spain's neck. "No one will insult me or Spain!"
"Tell me how you are going to do that" France smirks. "I'm willing to hear it"
She slowly buries her face on Spain chest and her hands slowly reach Spain belt. The blood from Spain wounds rushed down her arms, but she didn't stop and pulls out Spain's gun and points at France.
"You are dead!" She yells. "Don't ever come back!"
She doesn't know what else to say because she has never fight before in her life. The wooden pistol trembles on her hands that were cover by Spain blood. In that Spain slowly gets up and grins at France.
"She doesn't know how to use a gun!" Spain shakes at the pain of his freshly open wounds. "She can aim at your heart, at your head…quite a girl"
Rage, frustration, rejects and pain mix together to form a brand new child. A child that wants to see all those that made her suffer drown on their own doing. A new nation was born and Spain was there to witness his daughter rebirth. A child that won't back down easily at any attack or threat; Spain is more than happy.
"The business was with you and me!" she chokes on her falling tears. "But, why did you have to burn this village? Innocent people are dead!"
"Aim at France!" all the soldiers including England and America that were blending on the background fallowed the Spaniard orders.
"I going to love this" England grins and looks at America. "I'm even willing to listen to this bloody bastard order"
"Ready?"
"Wait! Fine! I'm leaving!" France backs down to the port. "Sorry!"
"Will 'sorry' bring all the people you burn back to life?" Spain shouts. "Tell me jerk!"
"No, but-" France sees the treat of his life and orders his troop to retreat. When France was on the distance Spain slowly fell to the ground with pride on his face.
"Let me treat the wounds Mother Spain!" she slowly touches Spain face.
Months slowly pass and she was no longer a child, she was a teen willing to give her life for Spain and her brothers that still in their toddler age. She now knows how to move her soldiers on a battlefield, she knows how to point a gun and also which side of the blade goes on the enemies' body. Spain has taught her a lot of things, more things that she has ever imagined.
"Do you like art my dear?" Spain slowly grabs her delicate hand. "They are two boys that are willing to teach you"
"Mother Spain! What did the Holy Roman Empire told you?" she also bows down.
"To give you a name and since you are truly a sight to behold…I'm still in the process" he smiles.
What Spain doesn't know is that another European country knows about her daughter and also about France defeat. He gets this urge to meet in person the so called "Spain pride"
"Netherlands sir! We are ready to sail!"
"Right! Let me crack up and out we go!" Netherlands shouts to his sailors.
What will happen next?
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