t's been a while since we heard about our Spanish amigo, no? Well, let's see how he's doing now~!

It's been a bit since we heard about Spain, right? Yea, it has. Anyway, Spain managed to drag his ass to a...a...a...OH! A news station. That's what I meant. Immediatly they reconizged him to be the country of Spain. They made a newscast about him so he would be noticed and taken into custody and be treated like the royal, smexy man he is. Germany and Prussia noticed this particular report, picked up Spain, and called an emgerency meeting. And by emergency I mean get your ass down here now or I'll kill your family.

Germany sat the center chair like a leader, taking America's place. Since the young man could not attend the meeting, Germany was relieved of not having to deal with his glares and other bullshit. Germany and Prussia exchanged slightly mischevious glances at both of eachother and Romano. Bastards.

Germany stood up from his chair and proceeded to speak,"I bet you're wondering why I called you all here today. We have some great news that will benefit everyone, especially the Italian twins." He looked over at Feliciano and Lovino, with a slight but noticable smile. He turned his gaze over to Prussia, who was practically on the edge of his seat. "Bruder? Would you like to have the honors?" Prussia made a wide grin. He nodded quickly in response to his younger brothers question. He grabbed the megaphone from under the table, climbed up onto the table, and as loud as his lungs and voice would let him, he screamed from the high heavens,

"SPAIN IS ALIVE, YOU HOPELESS BASTARDS!"

Yea, 'cause we really needed bleeding ears THAT bad, Prussia. Despite the fact everyone, I mean everyone, covered their ears, they'd heard what Prussia said none-the-less. Everyone looked happy, anxious, and some looked at Prussia in disbelief. "Impossible! No one, not even a nation, could survive that sort of impact!" Arthur exclaimed. Prussia was about to curse England out until Germany covered his mouth his gloved hand.

"You're right England. But have you noticed that Spain, the country, has not yet fallen? Sure, they're not doing their best but thats because Spain is in...erm...bad condition."

England thought for a moment. "I suppose you're right...Ok then, but where is Spain exactly? I want to see him with my own eyes!" That started an uproar between the nations. They screaming about how they agreed with Arthur and wanted to see Spain for themselves. Germany looked at Prussia, who scurried out the room unnoticed. Germany let everyone speak their mind, because if he responded, that'd spark nothing but more screaming.

Prussia came in minutes later with a brown-haired, fairly skinned man with excited green eyes. He had a happy little look on his face, almost as if he was excited and glad to see everyone acting the way they were. His hair was messy and his face was filled with scars, but that didn't seem to bother him as his cheery demeanor remained the same. He wore a off-pink shirt with a red tie and plain-ish brown pants. Typical look. No-one seemed to notice him until Indonesia spoke up, "Who is that human and what is he doing here?" Everyone looked to the front of the room, where Prussia, Germany, and the other man stood, waiting for everyone to shut the fuck up.

This is where the other man came in.

He opened his mouth to speak, only to be shushed by Chad, one of the countries sitting at the top of the table along with Germany and Prussia. The country, so you all know. Yes, there IS a country called Chad. Google it. Spain closed his mouth as everyone continued to disagree with each other about this and that. Germany decided this was enough.

"EVERYONE SHUT UP! LET THE MAN SPEAK, FOR GOODNESS SAKE! YOU'RE ALL DUMMKOPFS!"

To be expected, everyone shut their mouthes and let the dude with the messy hair speak. "Hola, mi amigos! I know I look very different now what with the scars and messy hair and other things you may notice about me. Oh! And, Indonesia, sorry, but...I'm not human. I'm Spain! No-one here remembers me, huh?" Indonesia looked at him with disbelief, "You can't be Spain! I mean, Spain kind of a weakling and he would never survive such a crash..." Right then and there you could see Spain's eye twitch in irritation for just a moment. The only one who caught that was Romano. "Si, but I am Spain, and nothing is going to change it."

Phillipines rolled his eyes, "Pft. Just another human who wants the rights and goodies that come with being a nation." Spain looked almost as if he was going to strangle the brat at any time. Germany saw this, and quickly shot the Asian country a look so scary barely Ireland could compare. Speaking of Ireland, where is she? We'll find out soon enough, I hope.

Prussia and Germany then exchanged looks, and saw there was no hope of proving that Spain was actually Spain. Romano raised his hand to speak.

Weird.

Germany pointed at the elder Italian twin who cleared his throat and began to talk, "I believe him. I mean, who else has that kind of stupid face? Certainly not some human. Look at him! Take away the scars and he's the same dumbass bastard from before." Everyone started looking at each other, whispering in agreement. He did seem like a nation. And he looked just like Spain if you can imagine him without the facial scars. Switzerland spoke up after the whispers died down, "Romano, for once, has a point. If you take away the scars, he's a perfect match. This is Spain." Since no-one was stupid enough to agrue against the Great and Powerful Switzerland, they all nodded in agreement. They realized this was the same former Spanish pirate who got his ass handed to him on a silver platter by a perverted British man. Feliciano started crying in joy, like he was always does.

Romano remained stoic.

Some of the nations looked relieved that Spain was alright.

Some looked disappointed that they couldn't claim some new land.

France's eyes lit up when he realized he could squeeze his favorite rear-end once again.

This is the longest chapter I've ever wrote and it took me an hour. D,: I'm not proud of this one, but I'll bear through the pain. Somehow.