Chapter 6: Welcome to Café Spain!

Vietnam sat her bed with travel brochures spread out everywhere. She studied them thoughtfully as she decided where she would go next. As of the moment the brochures for Spain had captured her interest and were urging her to go and feel the lovely summer heat.

She packed, this time hoping to meet someone at least worthwhile, not a complete basket case like France. She wondered what happened to him. Vietnam hadn't seen France ever since she abandoned him in the alley.

Oh well, I'm sure he's fine. The animals will probably give him a wakeup call.

The next afternoon, Vietnam arrived in Spain, feeling the warm Spanish breeze and the romantic atmosphere.

After a bit of walking she walked into a nearby café to cool down and sit for a bit.

"Oh wow, are you really a customer? It's been so long, like, you're the first customer I've had in here today!" That voice sounded awfully familiar, and Vietnam couldn't help but turn around.

"Here let me pat your back!" She turned her head to find Spain slapping her on the back, hard enough to make her cough.

"I made you a shirt! It says Spain is gorgeous, because after I saw you I recognized you from the World Meeting." Blah, blah, blah was all Vietnam heard after that. She was tired and she wasn't in the cheerful mood right now. She just sat there while Spain told his life story.

"Here wear it!" He put the shirt over Vietnam's head. "You look so cool, and I would totally go out on a date with you I mean if I was a guy. Hey wait a minute I am one."

Vietnam grunted and took a deep breath. This guy would take some getting used to.

"Now coffee, I'll go get some. But hey, how about iced coffee? It so nice outside, that you surely wouldn't want to be drinking something so warm. I mean, like why not drink something cold?"

He walked behind Vietnam and held up the jar of coffee.

"Oh this is embarrassing since I haven't got many customers I haven't got any coffee! Hey how about some wine instead, and then we can sit together and talk!"

Vietnam's eyes snapped open right then and the first thought that came to her head was "life is meaningless" and this guy was just making it all the more worse.

Then, for no reason she just had a random laughing fit, she couldn't stop laughing. Vietnam thought of all the stupid guys she had met, Italy, Romano, Russia, and France who got the gold star. But then there was this guy, who she was making a fool out of herself in front of.

Spain grabbed a chair and sat with Vietnam. "I remember yesterday I just started laughing like a stupid jackal, and then I was like, I need some tomatoes and then I thought, no I don't want tomatoes right now…"

Vietnam laughed even harder now that he was talking to her again. She was finding it very hard to be serious at the moment.

"Hey, do you want to do karaoke? I never find anyone to sing with."

Vietnam nodded and stay sitting while Spain picked up the microphone and started swaying his hips. He then started kicking, but ended up kicking over glasses and jars of coffee.

Livin la Vida Loca played and Spain danced on his toes like a girl.

"Hey you know, I wanted to dance flamenco when I was younger. Can I show you some of the moves I got?"

Vietnam nodded, too shocked to answer; she was trying very hard to hide her laughter. What he was doing was not flamenco.

Spain sang the lyrics to the song. "She's into superstitions, black cats and voodoo dolls, I feel a premonition that girl's gonna make me fall!"

He was singing off-key at the top of his lungs, and Vietnam noticed that some of the glasses were breaking without the help of Spain's kicking. He grabbed two forks and used them as castanets.

"Hey come dance with me!" He grabbed Vietnam's hand and pulled her over to dance with him. "Upside, inside out, she's livin la vida loca!"

Vietnam noticed that the forks were pointing in her direction, and Spain was banging them together like a crazy lunatic.

"Put those things away!" She yelled. "Why are you using forks in the presence of spoons?"

Spain continued doing what he was doing. No doubt people heard glass breaking and things smashing from outside the café.

"Want to see my braceo? I mastered it when I was little." Spain thrashed his arms around wildly, sending the forks flying around. Vietnam was lucky to have dodged them.

I thought the movement of the arms was supposed to be graceful, she thought, not like a psycho.

"Hey, why don't we just sit down and have a nice glass of wine?" She asked.

"No way, the song's not even done yet and I want to show you more of my moves!"

Vietnam took cover under the table while Spain sang his song and did his "flamenco" dance. More cups broke while he did his stomp, which apparently involved stomping the ground so hard you create an earthquake.

What have I gotten myself into?

Vietnam grabbed an empty bottle of wine and threw it at the wall, as Spain screamed like a girl.

"Hey, do you want coffee?" He asked.

I repeat, life is meaningless.

Well, now you know it's not Spain. I'm still open to all suggestions for who you would like to see Vietnam with. Next chapter she goes to Greece; let's see what Mr. Cat has to say about her. Please continue to comment and review!