"I'll be okay."
"Hey… You…" Prussia began to say. His words hadn't come out as he wanted them to. Heck, he didn't even finish his sentence before the first tear fell.
It was rare that the happy-go-lucky Spaniard would cry. And when he did, it was horrible. That was how France and Prussia knew that Spain was undergoing extreme anguish.
More tears fell.
And they laughed and cried for one last time. They laughed and cried together for one last time.
"Okay, okay. No more tears," Spain had managed to choke out, his voice oddly strangled by all the tears he was forcing back. He wouldn't see them again. That much he knew.
"Spain…" France tried to say something edgewise, but Spain would hear none of them.
"I'll be okay. Really."
They were saying goodbye, and they didn't even know it. At least not France and Prussia.