(December 17th 2011 edit and January 24, 2012 final edit)

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-_- Oh my gosh please pardon my somewhat longer hiatus than totally and entirely expected. \o/

And without further ado, the chapter. Please enjoy. It was fun rererereading it again and finally being able to add the finishing touches. Also thank you to the fans who kept bugging me. This totally added to the guilt trip to coming back to this story. : p There will be more to come! For every story needs an end.

~~~~~~Chapter 4: Enter: The Playful Cold~~~~~~

Spain froze. He didn't realize he had spoken aloud. He forgot about the footsteps. He didn't even notice a shadowy figure leaning against the entrance munching on an apple. His thoughts became louder than the situation and now oh gosh. Spain's expression only took a second to change from stunned to furious. Knowing only anger mixed in with this new found feeling, was it fear?, he stared with rising fury towards the entrance. Spain couldn't even begin to create a sentence. Only thoughts collected within him. Simmering and simmering. But mostly, the "I want to kick your face in forever fury" thoughts.

So this is him. Him. HIM! This guy did ALL of this to everyone! DO I JUST WANT TO PUNCH HIM SO HARD? And maybe in the next 10 seconds I might as well will! But before I mess up his face for hurting my friends, he has black hair, blue tips?, hazel eyes, semi huge eyebrows, not like England's though. That would actually make it harder to punch him. Being distracted by dem brows. Lastly, sun freckles. He's wearing all black fresh like a ninja from a movie. He's even wearing the logo robber hat for Christ's sake. Though if I go ahead and start battling…I… I don't know anything about him. What if I get myself in over for more than what I can chew? I can chew a lot but can't be too hasty for things like revenge? Come on come on calm down dude. Getting too ahead of yourself Spain! You don't know of his fighting style or how strong he is. Maybe? Maybe I should just be…friendly? The way Italy looks at things in these circumstances? Maybe this is just a misunderstanding? It better be for you good-looking villain. Or else your face will be all screwed up very VERY soon.

Spain slowly moves back a couple of steps with his hands open in front of him in a please-I-don't-want- any-trouble kind of manner. He tried breaking in a smile but that was just asking for too much at the present moment. Simmering anger and new found caution are always…heavy and somehow conflicting. Like that devastating battle between calm and not calmness. Good evil. All the normal jack shit things.

This guy doesn't look that dangerous though. Okay, alright. He is well built but that doesn't mean... oh man. Gosh it would be awesome to think he'd be wearing lots of layers but I'll be damned if they are. Are THOSE ARMS all muscle? Like ALL MUSCLE. Wow geez, okay. Wow. I'm actually, am I actually? No yeah I'm ACTUALLY regretting acknowledging that those layers are muscles. Oh, I'm screwed. Wait, what am I doing? Idiot. I am literally the nation of Spain! I'm awesome! The fucking nation of passion and love! This merits to a lot more than coward thinking! I can fight! YOU can fight. Been doing that all my history anyways. And here I was already getting discouraged. Seriously? He scoffed to himself.

Spain wipes the sweat forming on his forehead with his arm and then curls his hands into fists. The minute silence didn't seem to bother the villain. He was just about almost done with his apple. Just eating it all nonchalantly, as if he actually was bored?

The Villain took a look around while biting his apple. He chewed slowly, creating an elongated pause. Spain stayed in place, ideas rushing. Although there would be the occasional accidentally backing up into the desk on Spain's part which just made things awkward. Spain just didn't want to look anywhere else. No where else seemed more important at this moment. Not even the motionless bodies surrounding him. Friends that felt like family and warmth. Spain closed his eyes for this moment recollecting with all the love that has felt with his family of friends, weigh heavy for a second, and then light. As he opened his eyes the reveries of that 30 second flashback love were strong but there was no warmth here. Cold. It's really cold in here. The villain's presence was as if he had none. And to add to the fact Spain felt as if he were already at a cemetery. This idea grabbing on to the backside of his head was alarming. So Spain had these sudden question mark symbols hovering over his head. ? accompanied with! alarm. Where was this coldness coming from? He wasn't really at a death place. He was here with his still alive breathing friends. That has got to be enough of a comfort for now. That has got to be it to stay and fight against him.

The villain was at ease and had everything been normal, he could have just been a passerbyer. Nothing special or out of normality about him. Except for his extreme good looking ness and almost adorable off gaze smile. He was actually rather content with what he is seeing as he bobbed his head in assurance. Scanning the room with pleasure until he laid his eyes on Spain. He looked at Spain as if he were out of place.

"Hmmmm."

"So you actually speak! I was wondering if you ever would before I smack you silly. And no, it's not going to be silly for you if you are. You ARE the one who did this to my friend's right?"

"Hmmmm."

"Hmmm? All you've got to say is HMMMM? Can't,"

"And here I thought all the nations would be knocked out by now. Also has anyone ever told you, you're a bit too chatty? You must learn the arts of shutting up. As you should have done along with your pals. But it seems like I missed just one. What? You don't like punch? I thought the Spanish loved punch."

"Punch?" Spain said looking questioningly at the Villain. The Villain points with his index finger at the punch bowl. Spain quickly peers back making sure he isn't being taken on as a dope.

Oh, the almost empty punch bowl…That certainly explains almost everything. Good thing I was asleep or else, I'd be like everyone else. Wonder what the flavor would have beeeennnnnerrrr FOCUS!

It wasn't till Spain though that, that the final shred of the idea shocked him. He really is alone. There is no one backing him up this time. No France. No anyone. Spain's appearance wilted a little as his confidence deflated a bit. Though he made sure to keep his eyes strong. STRONG! For expressions like these are the ones heroes wear. Even if they are heroes that fall.

The villain declared, "Well, I'm always up for battles. Been a while and you seem to be eager to hit me too. Better dash whatever you're thinking of though. I hate those types of looks. Always makes my job longer. And it's always by like an hour or so too. Plus, if I don't make everyone go to sleep then my boss. You don't know my boss okay. He's kind of a real jerk. And he will become so very aggravated and I won't get paid on time… again. And you just don't know the hassle. You don't even know. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW. And you'll never know. But pfffff what am I doing now? Talking about the keyholders? I'm just a prince of darkness yadda yadda. And no don't be giving me that look. I'm not prince. IRONIC. Saying that for IRONIC reasons. Seriously. "

It seemed to Spain that the Villain was recollecting a bitter memory while keeping his almost lofty and playful charm. Charm? REALLY now? The Villain snapped out of the reverie as quickly as he went into it. Spain knew that the fight would begin but he couldn't maintain his murderous expression. Not with such a playful sounding guest. If he weren't about the punch the beeping daylights out of him and vice versa, things would be enjoyable. As they were…before today. With everyone…

This guy, he's just a kid. I don't want to even know how his boss is like either now! And that's totally irrelevant! Although his face was trying to say something else. Wait.

Suddenly Spain felt what felt like a pen in his pocket. Gripping on to it he began to say, "Look, I'm sorry about your boss. We've all got bosses to get nagged on upon. So I get that. But why? Why did you try this nasty act on us? You're just a kid. Funny too and what are keyholders?"

Saying the word 'kid' Spain could tell like he hit a nerve on the Villain. And maybe….he wasn't going to get any answer after all, not with that growing aura of freaking blackness around this guest.

"I'm no kid, NATION. Don't let my speech mannerisms FOOL you. But I'm actually quite high on the ranking of what I do. It doesn't even need to be clarified to you since you'll probably remember this conversation after I bring you down. I just really like missions okay? That's why I took on this job. Had better things to do but hey bosses orders right? Now look. You're making me all chatty now. What is it? Is friendliness an effect that you make? And keyholders? Nothing. They are nothing of your concern. Just a made up word from a made up character of your soon to be nightmare. For my power is night! Good NIGHT!"

The Villain threw his apple towards Spain's head and while Spain reacted, the villain began to stride forward with quick ease, sneakers barely squeaking. Spain knocked the apple away with his hand to realize then that he was suddenly looking at a close-up of the Villain's face.

TOO CLOSE! Wasn't he just over there? How did he even get this Ayyyyyeeeeeeeee!

"Got to tie up a loose thread, mister loose thread. Why don't you take a NAP? Do as the prince says?"

The villain whacks with his whole right arm to Spain's head thrusting Spain towards the chalkboard. The chalk clatters on the wood floor as Spain's blood rushes to his head taking him out of his stupor. As well as dawning a wicked sick nasty headache. The villain dashed forward to Spain and Spain pushes himself back rolling along with the chalkboard. His sneakers squeaked with each sudden push backward as the Villain jumped forward each time. Was he trying to step on Spain's head or what? Spain hit the wall as the villain kicked his ribs HARD.

This oughta take the air out of him. My kicks are hard enough to break ribs, the villain smirked. Spain roared, "NOOOOOOOOO YOU WON'T!" Since this was all about speed and momentum, the villain was about to slam his hand into Spain's head again when Spain quickly blocked with America's glittered pen. In obvious shock Spain thought,

Who would have guessed? His stupid pen actually came in handy after all! DAMN THIS PEN IS STRONG! And suddenly rocks with all the stars on it!

"Thanks America! I owe you one," Spain said quite loudly since even he was amazed by that perfect block. Truly perfect. A once in a lifetime sort of perfection.

The villain took a step back with his slight smile gone and grim. He was just going to knock this nation unconscious through his superb skills but that block wasn't normal. It really wasn't since he battles a lot anyways and only pros ever get that lucky or a chance to pull that kind of stunt off. That wasn't luck. Time to be serious. He was the best in his class, in his department and league. He had to endure through a lot of whoopassing. One thing he picked up on was if the opponent has the ability to stop you, take them down without mercy. And to stop this perfect sleeping punch by this stupid fucking pen? You got to be kidding me. Oh hell no. OH HELL NO.

"Okay. Didn't. See. That. Coming," The villain said through gritted teeth.

"So I'll admit you're kind of strong. Though I thought you were getting lazy being a father of the Italies. And since I'm such a generous guy, why don't you give me your best shot. Guarantee that you'll fail though. You are not strong enough for me. No one really is."

Spain felt greatly irked as he thought Is this guy really mocking me? Guess he's not used to having things not go according to his plans whatever they are. But on the contrary, I have to have a lot of energy when dealing with Romano. I'm not getting older. I'm getting younger. Younger! I'm all he's going to be able to deal with! But something feels wrong here. What is this feeling? No. No doubting just attacking. SO ATTACK! Or wait no maybe not. Just react.

"Oh, not coming after me? Well then. Let me come to YOU!" He swung his leg at Spain's head when Spain caught his leg.

Both the Villain and Spain were surprised again, these once in a lifetime prevention blows growing in number, as Spain let a smile escape. But it was too soon to milk in the kisses of lady luck, since with the Villain's remaining leg he jumped and connected it to Spain's right ear. Growing Shock and a fast fading smile, fading faster than a half-life, Spain's eyes showed the most pained expression Spain had wore in a long time.

"!"

Spain sped sloppily sideways and back till his back hit the desk with a "clank" while he and the meeting papers fell in automatic disarray.

OWWWWWWWWW! Ow, ow, ow,owowowowowowoowoowowwww that really fucking hurt, Spain thought teary eyed as he bit his tongue to strain the whimper. As he rubbed his back fiercely Spain got up again. Wobbling, sure! But getting up became a more important task suddenly. Even more important than getting up extra early for yoga class. The Villain with ease and flow magically appeared a knife from his sleeve and swung this at Spain. Spain yelled, "NO YOU WON'T!" and Spain slapped away the knife with America's pen yet again. Upcoming miracle number 3! The clatter of the knife echoed afar behind someone's desk. Spain not missing a beat thrust's his body forward as his head meets with the Villain's jaw. This sent the Villain flying for but a second as a black smudge crashes over some chairs and stays there. The fight had ended. He had won. He REALLY won. Spain was about to lose consciousness because he hit the Villain too hard even for himself. But he felt so overjoyed he needed to celebrate this. Falling to his knees and panting, he stretches out one arm towards the ceiling while muttering, YES! While the other arm clutches his head inspecting for what felt like broken pieces. Or was it just the headache magnified by forever?

"Okay that had to hurt. I even made ME hurt! OWwww! ." Spain winces as he tries to soothe the incredibly fast growing bump on his head. Is that blood too? DAMN, HOW HARD A THRUST TO THE CHIN WAS THAT? LIKE 100 MILES PER HOUR THRUST? DAYYUUUMMM. Good thing he is down cause I can't keep this fighting up. Maybe I really am old. Heehee, I'm already sweating and pushing at my limits. And here I thought before I had only one limit! BUT I've got limits! I'm stronger than I believed myself to be. Oh thank hope and derp to the doubting, Ahhhhhh it's good to be awesome. Why did I party so much with my people though! That would have saved me for this fight in tip toppy shape. Instead of the snoorefest I was having before all this. I partied too hard but actually ahhhh I take that back. It was too much fun. It's always so much fun.

Images of Spain drunk with Prussia, France, and a random Denmark who also crashed by came to his mind as they swung side by side, the disco lights blinking on and off. Spain felt himself smile.

Spain then blinked and looked down at his hands.

I may be old, but being old is something to be proud of! There is so much art and history to me. Pfff, I even gave a lesson in whoopass to this young wannabee villain. Okay, maybe he isn't wannabee. He's actually pretty freaking tough! Was. Was. Past tense mind. Past tense.

Spain is making an effort to get up when he is surprised by a glass shattering scream. He got up with a jolt and felt his hairs jolt up with him.

"You! YOU! You mother fucker! ," the villain yelled as he jumped up. Suddenly it seemed as if all energy restored in the Villain's health bar since he was just looking like he'd explode. He demanded that Spain look at the white piece of paper in his fingers. While the Villain kept yelling, "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU. I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS. THIS IS JUST…."

"Why is he so intently staring down at that piece of pap—shit, not paper. Tooth." Spain thought. And the more Spain looked at the enraged and now ruffled Villain the more he was amused. His mask was loopy. His front tooth was not really where it belongs. The Villain just looked flat out funny. Still handsome but now just a little bit less. Spain resisted the urge to laugh out loud so he chuckled and pointed at the Villain. So much better right?

"Serves you right. No offense."

The Villain stared, his cheeks becoming crimson red and in Spain's eyes becoming cuter each passing second. "Awww, you look so much like my tomato Romano, whenever he's about to burst a vein…so cute~" Spain unconsciously said. Thus Spain won the "hero to say all the wrong things award."

The Villain drilled intent of murder at Spain. Things were going so down now. So down, the Villain already thought of the perfect way to execute Spain and have it so that not even the worms could find his body.

"I don't care if I was just ordered to make everyone go to sleep while my boss and his friends do their bossy things. I don't think he will even mind, okay he may mind, but I can't give enough of a fuck about that for him now, if I beat you within an inch of the afterlife. Just putting this out on the table for you to see "Jefe" but I'm going to break every fucking bone in your fucking body. You lucky son of a bitch. You don't even know how lucky you are to have someone like me be the last person you'll ever talk to alive. Yeah yeah, I kid you not. Wipe that smirk off your face. I wasn't in the best mood all day. Burnt my coffee. BURNT MY HAND. Boss had to CALL on my weekend off. PLANS WERE ALREADY FUCKING MADE. Seriously. I had plans you know. It's these things one does with others in advance by the way. And there you go just making it so much better! Frankly now, I'm looking forward to your pathetic begging! You Son of a Bitch. SON OF A! SONOFA!" And the villain laughed menacingly and almost chaotically as if he really did lose it for 5 seconds of so and shut the roaring up as fast as it began. These eyes of his were dangerous eyes. Eyes of the hunt. For the kill and the only kill which drowns.

Spain snapped out of his awwwwwing stupor and was surprised to find that his arms were actually trembling. That laughing did it.

Oh shit. He lost it. He's…!

Next thing Spain saw was the villain's face close up, pushing him to the ground HARD. Spain couldn't even blink with pain. He was allowed no seconds to himself for reaction. Only receiving. The Villain punched quick punches that didn't miss and what felt like hundreds of them every second. On and on he kept punching as Spain could only wriggle and yelp in pain. Not even a minute had pasted and Spain couldn't block anymore as he desperately wanted for it to stop.

The pain the pain! Oh god! How did he even come over here so quickly? Oh God! Someone please hear me! OH GOD. OH GOD. OHHHH GOOODDDD NOOO! MAKE IT! MAKE IT STOP OH GOD!

Spain began to scream and yell but his desperation and pain kept distorting it till it was but an ugly sound. To shut Spain up the Villain added extra punches to the mouth making sure teeth would shatter as his had.

"Shut the fuck up, Spanish man. Because no one is going to get up or hear you. They'll be knocked out till tomorrow. That is just how powerful that punch was, plus has mega boosters for extra filling. Now if you don't mind turning down your volume, gotta keep avenging my tooth here," as the villain took a second to point out the gape in his mouth, "you fucking asshole! I mean, how am I going to go back to my suite if my mates are gonna rip on me the first second I enter! I won't ever live THAT DOWN! Good thing you're such a good boy settling under my thighs so quietly and willingly. Heh. You're like a rag doll and I'm actually killing you. That IS what you're actually feeling right now. You're dying! Hahaha. HAHA. . Because YOU will die. I promised you so."

And Spain yelped and yelped until it felt as if he were choking just by breathing and then he remembered that he wasn't alone. He had never been alone. How could he forget? His comrade in his dream? America! AMERICA!

Spain panting desperately faced the desks and began to scream with all the amount of energy he had left, "AMERICA! AMERICA! For the love of God, AMERICA WAKE UP! AMERICA! AMERICA!"

"How many times do I have to tell you, that no one is going to wake up?" And he kept punching faster and harder and Spain couldn't even scream in clear words anymore as he screamed, "Ameriibbaaa. meribbbagh. Uddddaaame. Uddeemee."

Spain began to cry as he kept staring at America's light golden head on the desk hoping for any movement at all. And for once Spain actually knew he was really going to die here. This was his time to die.

Please No. NO.

O_e

Shoutouts to Everyone and ARTFAN who kept on believing I'd finish this. YOU ALL ROCK SO MUCH I FEEL SO MUCH GUILT. :c But not so much, if I finish this story! :D

Also how were the holidays? Happy late Christmas greetings of warmth and New Year's. Hope your resolutions are still in tact. It IS only January. 24th. {=O

p.s damn this chapter was long. How did I even write this? No really, I must consult with past me of two year's ago. How how how?

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