"If you can, please hear me out"
Spain had asked for the presence of France and Prussia. His two best friends. Yes, he was weak, he was dying and the plague was killing him from within. Yet he was able to request for a final meeting at France's place.
When they had gathered, Spain had grinned. It was one last time they were to gather like this. The trio would become a duo. The dullness in his eyes was apparent to both his friends. Knowing Spain well, both didn't know what to expect. The thing was, the Spain was rarely upset.
The country of Spain had done well to subdue the news. The words will not spread yet. In time it will, but now was not the time.
Taking a deep breath, Spain turned to his companions with a rigid and stiff face. The seriousness of the situation blazed on Spain's facial features, and Prussia felt the urge to turn tail and flee. This wasn't the same Spain he knew.
The Spain before them was gaunt and haunted. The life was snuffed out like fire from a candle.
"I have a final request to make," Spain had declared loudly, " this is my last request to you guys, so… If you can, please hear me out."