A/N: Sorry I have taken so long to update this. I had for a short amount of time, run out of ideas for this story.
All my ideas are back now, but a bit different than before. So if this Chapter isn't as smooth going along with the rest, I apologize.
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It is horrible, realizing why so many of his children hated him. Realizing he had done so much more than he ever knew he had. Realizing that he was such a horrible person, that he had hurt so many, but at the same time, that it wasn't his fault at all. Antonio sighed, he felt crazy. He felt like he was making excuses again, that he was blaming it on someone else when it was his fault; that his mind had made up this alternate him as a release from the guilt.
"Oh, there you go trying to dismiss my existence again…" He and his opposite were still sitting in the white room, and the other was sitting straight across from him. He had been watching him for a while now, watching the other make a big show out of being able to mirror his movements exactly.
"Well it's a bit hard to comprehend that you are me as well." Why did his own voice sound so fake? The other sounded more like him than he did right now. Was it the passion he held in it?
"No it's not; you are just refusing to understand it." The other replied. A short amount of time lapsed, though Spain figured that no time had really passed at all.
"Fine." He finally said, with a sigh. "Then answer me this Antonio, why the hell did you kiss me?"
He didn't like the grin he received in return.