A/N:
I find it absolutly hilarious ( not really) that each one of these is getting progressivly longer and I find it harder and harder to put all the details I want into a chapter.
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" You can't be real… I must be going crazy…" the normally easy going Spaniard looked at his reflection desperately before turning away closing his eyes and shaking his head violently. " I should go out I should talk to people again, that is why this is happening!" he opened his eyes but he found himself staring at a picture of him and Lovino, but it looked different. The picture moved, and the him in his picture pushed the angry looking Italian out of the frame making a piece of paper fly out of the frame and when he picked it up it was the same one that had been in there before. He looked back the frame where the picture and previously been and instead there was the image of himself, hands resting on his waist and leaning back on the edge of the frame.
"You know you are just lying to yourself." It commented.
"But… but I am me! You cannot be me as I am myself not you!" he gripped the precious picture tightly in his hand glaring at the man in the frame.
"Do you remember anything about the wars you fought 'Tonio?"
Spain was taken aback a moment, "N-no… of course not! The doctors just said it was post- trau-"
" No. Antonio. Do you remember anything about the wars you fought." Fierce green eyes stared at him.
" I…" there was something to be feared in those eyes, and he couldn't look at them and he turned away from the picture, making sure not to turn back to anything that could reflect or show an image of himself. But when he opened his eyes again, there was the cursed image right in front of him wearing his old conquistador outfit. The ones that had been stained with blood and he had burnt.
" Of course you do 'Tonio. You remember a battle field. You remember blood. But everything is blurry to you right? You try and block out these images right? Because you don't want to see war you want to see peace. Did you ever think how you even fought those wars then?"
The baffled Spaniard couldn't do anything anymore, he was cornered.
"I-It was…."
"It was me."
The world went black to Spain and he fell with a thud.