When Spain awoke, the storm was over, but it was dark outside. There was virtually nobody around. He shook, ignoring the babies' discomfort and pain, and drove his damaged car back to his own house. He was now even more sore than normal, having been hovering over his steering wheel for the past couple of hours. The babies were hungry for scones and he was still crabby. He drove all the way home, moping and being depressed. This caused the kids to become depressed as well and they weakly shocked him to show him their anger for what he's done. He just ignored them and pulled into his driveway, getting out. He wobbled up to his front door and unlocked it.
The babies craved scones even more now and Spain groaned. He didn't have any scones, nor did he know how to make them. He shuffled over to his computer and turned it on. He went online and found a recipe for scones. He then went and found he had all of the ingredients to make scones and began to make them, following the recipe. Once they were done, he began to eat them. The babies were extremely happy now, eating the scones happily. Spain made tea to go with the scones and then his eyes began to tear up when he remembered what had happened between him and England. He sniffed and continued to mix the tea up. Once it was finished, he drank a sip of it. The babies happily drank it and stirred happily within his belly. He smiled and whispered down to them.
"You like the tea and food? It's better than papa's food, right?" They kicked happily. He smiled and grabbed the plate of remaining scones and his cup of tea and went and sat down on the couch, eating and drinking, trying to relax his back and feet muscles. The babies ate until they were full and then proceeded to kick him happily. He smiled and talked to them, rubbing his belly softly. They enjoyed all of the attention and he was glad.
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Ah! Sorry, this is extremely short! But I didn't know what else to write here. This was kinda a dull part of the story.
Anyway please review!