AN: The chapters of this story are going to be fairly short, since I'm going to try and break it up to one country per chapter, but there should be a fair amount of them, so please don't give up on this story because the chapters are short! Also, reviews would be amazing! Also, I apologize for the lack of accent marks in Spain's speech, whenever I tried to put them into my word-processor it crashed. Reviews? :D
As Greece took a left turn down Europe Avenue, he yawned again. All this walking was making him sleepy and he just wanted to finish up for a while so that he could take a nap. As Heracles headed to the first house he saw, that happened to be Antonio's, he felt like he was forgetting something. He stroked his cat again, and shrugged. He was sure it would sort itself out. Heracles walked up the path to Spain's home, to the yellow door that contrasted nicely with the brick red house and looked around interestedly before knocking. Heracles was almost jealous of the Spaniard's lush green lawn and crowded sandstone birdbath. Greece was also impressed with the sheer amount of tomato plants that Antonio had crammed into his front yard.
After he knocked Greece was again left to wait on the doorstep for a few moments, though this time there was at least some warning before somebody opened the door. He heard thudding footsteps come to the door, and then a few seconds later, after the footsteps receded, he heard, "It's that damn sleepy cat bastard! Fuck! I'm outta here!" Then a crash that sounded like broken glass, and a, "Lovi--!" Before the door swung open and a Spain pulling on his shirt came into view. Antonio pretended to be surprised, "Oh, Senor Greece! Bienvenido, come in!" Greece stepped through the doorway into the warmth of Antonio's home and observed that there was a broken window in his kitchen. He smiled when he saw a small figure sprinting away from the house through the fields. "I apologize for any untidiness, you caught me in the middle of my siesta." Spain smiled sheepishly when he said this, and Heracles thought that he could detect a faint blush on the tan man's cheeks.
"No, no, it's fine." Greece said, pulling up a chair. He and Antonio chatted for a bit, about the weather, and football teams and the like. Eventually, though, Greece got to the point, "Say, Antonio, could you maybe lend me some money? I'm in the hole a bit right now. And cutting back at home just isn't going to do it for me completely." He stopped at Antonio's face. It was some weird combination of incredulity and shock and sadness and trying not to laugh. Then he gave in to the last one and guffawed a bit while Greece sat and stared questioningly at him.
"I'm sorry, Senor Greece, it's just that I'm in debt almost as much as you, if not more, from importing so much of Lovi's goods, and things. I shouldn't laugh, but I'm almost to the point that you are. I'll do my best to help you out if you really need the money though!" Greece smiled slightly and nodded, and they chatted for a while longer about trivial things before Antonio sent him off with a tomate in his hand. As Heracles was heading out the door he saw Spain pick up his phone and dial a number as if committed to memory. When the other person picked up he began apologizing profusely in Spanish. Heracles smiled and shut the door, hoping he hadn't caused too much trouble in Spain's life, he didn't need any more right now, from the sound of things.