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Chapter 8
"You know that little meeting that the nations with those eggs had?" France began as he sat in a bar with some of his friends. Prussia was one of them, who then looked up and said, "Ya, from what I heard China was also there who threw an unawesome temper tantrum at being told he couldn't have that Hong Kong kid's egg-sprite-thing."
"It is kind of weird, you know, how the sprite-things only seem to like the person taking care of them," Spain commented.
"Mostly. When I met that Berg one with Wes he seemed pretty alright with others besides Switzerland and Liechtenstein," Prussia.
"Ya, when you compare him to naturally anti-social Switzerland," Spain rebutted.
"True, but what I was getting at is that I think I agree with China," France began, earning a confused look from the other two.
"You want a little boy to electrocute you?" Spain asked slightly concerned.
"Non, non, I was simply wondering why it is that only a handful of nations are able to have those little kids? Why was one given to someone and not to moi?" France answered.
"Oh, I get it. You're still upset over the idea that England got one and you didn't," Prussia observed.
"The little dear is such a sweet child and I'd be willing to bet that she would enjoy being with me more. Besides, what makes England's plants more special than mine," France pouted.
"I understand that," A new voice sounded, causing the trio to look around to find Denmark; who could not help but overhear the conversation.
"What do you mean?" Spain asked.
"Well, Iceland talks a lot with that Seychelles girl, and it occurred to me that it's not fair that I didn't get the little mermaid-like sprite. Hell, she's named after a character from a story one of my author's wrote! And if they're supposed to be with people who are surrounded by their element than why couldn't I have it. I mean, it's not like I'm land locked or anything," Denmark complained as he slid a chair up to their table.
"Hm, I don't remember hearing about the fact that they like nations surrounded by their element," Spain commented upon hearing the new information.
"It's an idea Norway thought of when he heard more about what kind of sprites were coming out from what areas," Denmark answered.
"I guess that makes some sense..." Prussia commented as he thought over the idea.
"So I ask again, what makes the plants at England's house so important that he gets a little sprite dedicated to it?" France asked again with a pout.
"How should I know. I mean, who knows how that winter-guy picked the places," Denmark answered with a shrug before going back to drinking.
"You know, due to your guy's unawesome complaining, I just remembered something. Apparently Russia and Finland have been stressing their relationship due to all of this business. Something about Finland wanting to keep the kid and the other thinking that it would be best for the kid to be in His house with General Winter," Prussia began only to down his beer and continue, "Personally I don't know why the big guy would want the kid. I mean, he doesn't even like snow. So why should he want two things which make the stuff?"
"Sigh, something tells me that this would be a lot easier if there were more than just eight kids," Spain thought aloud as he stirred his wine.
"Ya, but sadly that is not the case," Denmark rebutted.
"But with more and more of us wanting a sprite I wonder who is going to be the first to actually try taking one?" France asked.
"Well, if it's you then good luck against England. Just keep in mind that he'll probably try killing you for real if you try and fail. But you've fought with him over colonies enough times to know that," Spain answered.
"I have my money on it being Russia to try first," Denmark answered aloud.
"What, you're not going to try anytime soon?" Prussia asked Denmark.
"Well, I'm thinking of a plan to get her, but it might take a while since I would need to get some certain people on my side. That and it seems a little cold now-a-days to simply take a living thing from a little girl," Denmark answered.
"You're going soft I see," France observed.
"Hey, times change," Denmark shrugged.
"What about you Prussia, who do you think is going to try taking a sprite first?" Spain asked his friend.
To this Prussia simply shrugged, drank some more of his newly filled beer, and answered, "Who knows. Hell, at this rate I might be the first to take one. After all, the others can try all they like to figure out how Berg keeps making those stones, but I can still see that they'd fetch an awesome sum of cash. And the awesome me could always use more cash for all of my side projects."
"That's a little heartless," Spain commented.
"Oh please, it's not like I would hurt the kid. I would treat him just like I did when Wes was a kid," Prussia defended.
"If you treat and raise the kid like you did Germany, than something tells me that the private gem mine would become a bit terrifying," France replied with a fake laugh.
"I think you mean more awesome," Prussia answered with a smirk.
"Well then, I guess I should wish you the same luck Prussia. Please just try to not be shot to bits by Switzerland, alright," Spain answered.
"And what about you Spain, are you honestly telling us that you don't want one of those little kids?" France asked his other friend.
"Nah, I'm fine without one at the moment. Besides, it sounds much more fun to hear about how you guys will most likely fail; not that I'm hoping for that," Spain answered with a slight laugh.
The other three looked at him in shock for a moment, only for Denmark to reply, "And you were just calling Prussia heartless."
"I think Spain has had enough wine. He's starting to transcend from the happy drunk to the evil kind," France commented, only to then slowly take the glass away from his friend's reach. With this, the group talked a little more before eventually calling it a night and going their separate ways.
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