You guys should be really happy I found a cheap internet café, to put up this chapter before the end of my vacation, because I just know how impatient we all can get.
No I did not think this up on the spot, I'm not one of these types. I had almost everything (except for a few translation and place) written down on paper, I just had to type it out.
A warning, I had limited time (because my family didn't want to wait for me for that long) and resources so prepare for a lot of spelling mistakes. No I did not take an English dictionary with me on vacation, no I'm not in an English speaking country either.
And not to forget (which I sadly almost always do) the all infamous Disclaimer: Yes, I think we all know what it will be I will tell you again since I have to. No I don't own Hetalia.
Lovino has given up on finding Netherland, leaving the mansion to get some air.
Walking into the village, hoping to find some cute girls, he goes to the main street.
"Do you see that handsome guy over there?"
Lovino looks to his left hearing some girl talk.
"He's looking this way"
Lovino spots a group of pretty girls giggle.
Deciding to talk to them, the Italian boy walks up to them.
"Chicas, ¿os importarí ayudarme?" I'm not from around here and am kind of lost" Lovino asks in fluent Spanish smiling a killers smile. [You girls mind helping me?]
You can practically see some girls swoon "Of course, señor. Where do you need to go?" [mister]
Lovino thinks for a minute, trying to come up with a good place. He remembers a small village close to here that has an inn. "I'm staying at montañas in Aldeanueva de la Vera"
"We can bring you there if you don't mind" one brave girl looks him in the eyes, hers half lit.
'That's very kind of you" Lovino flirts back.
Some of the other girls puff a little feeling left out.
"This way, señor" the group starts to walk to the west, leaving the village behind them in a few minutes.
"Where are you from señor" asks a girl with black long hair tight back in a bun with a few stands out, framing her face nicely.
"I don't think you would know the place" a small smile creeping up his face.
"Ow please, do tell us" the girl to Lovino his left says, or rather begs.
"If you insisted, I'm from Cádiz" Lovino now has a smug look on his face knowing girls love men with status and money.
"Cádiz that pretty far away from here" the same girl to his left has a stunt expression.
"Then why are you here señor" the girl with black hair asks curiously.
"I'm on vacation" some girls gasp audibly while some just have a baffled expression.
Only the richest can afford a vacation, especially the ones from places like Cádiz, to a place so far away from their home town.
"Anything wrong girls" Lovino asks with concerned voice and a little playfulness.
"Nothing wrong, really" the brave one says, recovering as fastest.
"That's good to hear, wouldn't want anything to happen to such beautiful ladies" Lovino smiles a kind, sweet, killers smile, making the girls blush.
They walk past a wide river, calmly waving with the wind, looking quite peacefully.
"Surly the fellow had a hard time but because of the wound he still had the upper hand" they are walking next to what seems like a calm river, while Spain rambles on.
The four of them have gone out for the day because Spain said so. Netherland doesn't seem too happy about it walking behind Spain next to his sister. Belgium is enjoying herself, liking the weather, and the fact that she doesn't have to work today. Romano walks next to an overjoyed Spain with the usual growl on his face.
"But them when ev-"
"HELP"
They all stop dead in their tract searching for the sores of the sound.
"Over there" Belgium points to a figure in the water.
"HELP" the figure shouts again trying with all his might to not drown.
What looked like a calm river turned into a razing, blood trusty river. The wind has picked up and big waves smash hard against the shores.
Spain looks around to find something to trough at the figure for him to hold onto, like a piece of wood, not daring to jump into the water himself seeing as that will be far too dangerous.
"Help is one the way" Belgium has started to run back to the nearest town hoping to find someone who can help the figure.
Romano stares at the figure only half noticing what is going around him.
"what the.." before Spain finished his sentence he grapes Romano by his shoulder and pulls him back, making sure he is not hit by a wave of water made by a dive of Netherland.
"That idiota" Spain glares at Netherland who is now in the water swimming toward the figure.
Belgium comes running back to them, having seen her brother dive into the water.
The Dutch man reaches the figure before they both swim back toward the three remaining nations.
A big wave hits them making the others lose sight of them. For more than a minute the two are not seen before Belgium spots them again a little further along the river.
Belgium seems to hold her breath in anticipation, worried for her brother his live.
Slowly but surely the two reach shore.
Belgium helps the figure, which turns out to be a man in his late 30, on shore.
Both the man and Netherland are worn out and lay down on the grass trying to catch their breath.
But Netherland isn't given much time to catch his breath before he is kicked in the stomach by Spain.
"You imbécil, excéntricov" Spain gives Netherland another kick. [moron, screwball]
"Acting on your own like that" A kick in the chest nocking the little air Netherland has out of him.
The saved man looks with a horrified look at his savior, while Belgium holds him in a hug to keep him warm.
The insulting and kicking keeps going while Netherland tries to defend himself too tired to do anything, coughing up blood.
Spain gives Netherland one last hard look before turning toward the man with a kind but creepy smile, scaring the man shitless. "You're alright?"
The man nods quickly, white as a ghost.
"Good, you can find your way back to the village yourself?" Spain asks, but it sounded more of a demand than a question, daring the man to say no.
The man nods quickly again before getting to his feet. He says a quick, quite thank you, looking for a second at Netherland who has been trying to get up, before walking away toward the south.
"We better go back, it's getting cold. I think it will start raining soon" Spain looks up at the sky before leaving, not waiting for Netherland to get back on his feet.
"Are you alright" Lovino snaps back to reality looking into the eyes of a concerned girl.
"Yes, I'm fine" he looks to his left at the river.
It's not the same river as from his memory, than one is in Catalunya.
He quickly pushes the memory into the back of his mind, resuming his task of entertaining the girls.
"Nigrum ostende tempus senex mystica quaerere invenire loco persona nigrum ostende tempus senex mystica quaerere invenire loco persona otila" A green light emits from the crystal ball in the basement in front of England.
'Let's see where are those two" the green light turns purple for a few seconds before turning green again.
England looks into the crystal ball seeing the two time travelers eating at a kitchen table with three other figures.
"Bloody hell, that are Belgium and Netherland" England frowns thinks of what to do next.
"Show me in which region they are" the light turns red for a few seconds revealing that the two of them are in Cáceres.
"Wait a minute" England leaves his crystal ball to grab a book out of the bookcase on his left, flipping through the book searching for Spain his monarchy register.
"Here is it, King Charles I also know as Charles V, empire of the holy roman empire, king of Spain, etc, lived for a short while in Jarandilla de la Vera ,Cáceres, before moving into his palace in Granada" England closes the book, putting it back.
"Alright they are in Spain, somewhere between1520 and 1530. Now for the hard part"
The Britt walks over to a different bookcase at the other side of the basement, drowning himself in books and spells.
I'm sorry but what just happened has no historic event. I wanted to ported the fact that Spain is not like he is now, he used to be, how do you say this, a maniac (Wait I don't think that is the right word)
Like most European nations with power he too was powerful, merciless and power hungry, taking anything and any land he could get his hand on.
The reason Netherland gets beat up, he just was at the wrong place at the wrong time. It just didn't feel right to let him beat up Belgium and it's not like Netherland would allow that. And Spain beating up Romano…
No Netherland was the only option left.
As for the spell that England used.. I tried to find Celtic but that was kind of hard (read impossible) so I went for Latin instead.
Ow and lovitdesele, Sorry that I didn't asks for your help with the Spanish sentences but I wanted to put the chapter up quickly and I don't know when I will have another change to go on the internet again. I will asks next time, promise (unless you guys are lucky and I put up another chapter before the end of the vacation)