"Are you okay with this?"
What Spain had told France and Prussia was shocking and heart-stopping. Spain's request had scared France. Spain couldn't be dying out! Yet, mere observations showed the affirmative. His eyes were lack lustrous, and his spirit has lost its glow.
Spain had made it clear-cut about his wishes. When he was to perish, he wanted the land that was previously Spain's to be divided between the two. Germany could have the upper half, and France the lower. He didn't really care, so long as there was fair distribution of his land between his best friends.
"Give it five years until the plague dies out," Spain had said, " five years before you can claim it. I don't want war over my land. Will you do that for me?"
Of course they would. Spain was, after all, part of the notorious threesome – the best of friends through the ages.
"Are you okay with this?" France had breathed airily. Yes, France wanted land, but not through the death of his friend.
Prussia sat quietly as he eyed Spain; he noticed how frail and tired his friend looked. Like a glass about to shatter, Spain's stature was small and hunched over - Spain was a figure of remorse. Prussia waited for Spain to respond to France's question.
"Of course." Spain forced out a laugh, " It's my request isn't it?"