Dream [002] ☼
“Espagne!” The voice was cultured and flamboyant, with a noticeable French accent.
“How are you, mon cher?” the blond nation asked, draping one arm around Spain’s shoulders in greeting.
Spain smiled tiredly. “Hey, Francia. Good to see you.”
France inspected the other closely. “You look so tired, Espagne! What have you been up to?” France’s smirk suggested less than clean implications to his last statement, but Spain didn’t notice.
“It’s just…hard to look after Romano and…” Spain smiled and shrugged apologetically. “It’s just hard sometimes.”
France leaned closer onto Spain, tracing patterns on his chest with his fingers. “All of your colonies getting you down? Well, you do have so many, after all!”
France leaned closer, bumping foreheads with Spain, the concept of personal space lost on him.
“Maybe you deserve a break, mon cher. Maybe you should let me take care of Romano,” France purred.
Spain jerked back, smile shifting to a frown. “No.”
“Come, now, Espagne! You have more than enough colonies. Let me-“
“No.” Spain pushed France away. “You can’t have Romano.”
“Oh?” France asked, smiling again. “I can’t?”
“I will fight you if you even try to touch him, Francia. I don’t want to, but I will.”
France sighed, dramatically. “So serious, Espagne! What happened to the good old days?”
Spain smiled again, but his smile was wry. “You mean when we beat each other up all the time?”
France considered this for a moment. Then he grimaced. “Ah. Maybe not those good old days.”
Spain smiled. “It is good to see you, Francia. Just leave Romano alone, okay?”
France sighed. “There is no way to change your mind?”
Spain frowned.
“Non, of course not.” France smiled. “Take care, mon cher.”
“You too, Francia,” Spain responded with a smile.
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[Spain doesn't wake up for this dream either; he seems entirely content, with a big smile.]