A/N: Chapter two. Yup. Inspired by what we learned in history class.
Title: Goodbyes Are Hard to Do
Characters: Spain
Warnings: Angst once again.
Length: 213 words
The year was 1901, but he remembered it like it was yesterday. The date, scribbled across the top of the paper in that familiar, chicken scratch hand writing, would be forever stamped in his mind. There was no way he would ever let himself forget that day, the day his house emptied at last.
He had grown so used to having them around, so used to never being alone, always having someone at his side when he needed them. But now, as of 1901, that was no more.
Now he was alone. The Spanish Empire was no more. His children, one by one, turned away from him, seeking their freedom in any way possible.
At first, though resisting, though trying to keep them together, he was proud. They were taking initiative, his little babies. But slowly, it was less…of a good thing. Now it was just hurting him. Each battle scar was only made worse by this fact. An emotional pain to join the physical. His home, his rule, it wasn't good enough for them.
He wasn't good enough for them.
And here. In 1901, the last of his holdings, the last of his children, was gone. And he was left alone in his ever shrinking house, no one left at his side.