"Just for one more night"
Spain gave a pained smile as he observed himself in the mirror. There wasn't much of a difference really. He looked healthy as ever - well chiseled muscles, bright green eyes, hair the colour of chocolate mousse. No one would know, no would need to. Not until it was too late anyway.
Climbing the stairs was such an effort. The meager exercise had left him breathless and extremely tired. It was yet another sign of his failing system. He strived hard, though, to carry on as per normal. Picking up offhandedly strewn objects on the floor, Spain slowly made his way to the kitchen. He couldn't help but feel a stab of sympathy for himself.
"Just for one more night!" Spain silently begged, "Give me the strength I need to carry on for just one more night!"
Wrinkling his nose in disgust at his pathetic demeanor, Spain heaved himself to the stoves and counter tops and begun to prepare dishes. There was no time to appear weak in front of others. Especially not today. He was expecting somebody.
So tonight, there will be a feast.