Hermano España

"Hello Maria~!" Spain announced his presence by yelling out my least favorite name. "Hõla Spain, but can you please stop calling me Maria, I got a name change for a reason." I complained. "Oh, but why not? You let Lovi call you Maria!" " No I don't." " You sure don't put up much of a fight about it. If I knew any better, I'd say you still have a crush on him." I paused what I was doing before heavily blushing. "Never liked him. Not like that, anyway." "You keep telling yourself that, hermana, but I know the truth. Huh, you claimed independence at a pretty early age, sí?" I nodded, not really wanting to talk about it. But as fate would play it, that stupid flashback played in my mind

My little body was close to breaking. He may have won this battle, but not the war. Hermano Spain's axe was positioned, as a pained look in his eyes were present. "Wow. For someone who loves his sister so much, he doesn' t show much mercy." I spat, making him look more pained. " Hermana, in war, there is no mercy. I just can't lose another sibling. Why can't I keep a sibling!" He then lifted his foot of me and did the unthinkable. He cried. I was shocked to say the least. I thought a little over it. I ran over to him and hugged him. "Hermano, loosen your grip and stop being so overprotective. I love you, but I want my independence, so I have to get it one way or the other. I love you, kapatid na alkali. See you next battle."

I found myself tearing up a bit in Spain's arms. He petted my hair, and calmed me down a little. "Do you know the last time I saw you cry?" I shook my head in his chest. "When you were about three, and Romano stepped on one of your mangoes because you said mangoes were better than tomatos. I swear that was the cutest little couple I've ever seen!" I smiled and hit his chest. "No. It wasn't" I rolled my eyes. "Come, on. Let's go shopping!" "Whatever, Hermano."