Dream [007] ☼
“Hispania!”the young boy called, waving. His long blond hair was pulled back in a cute ponytail, and his blue eyes were bright.
“Ah, Gallia!” a small, young Spain called back, waving energetically.
The two children ran towards each other, meeting in the middle, both smiling widely. They embraced, and then the small France, gorgeous in his carefully fashionable clothes for the period, smiled. In fact, with his tunic, blue to flatter his eyes, and with his childishly rounded face and long hair…He looked like a girl.
Spain, dressed in an overly large, worn cream shirt and simple pants, did not look very different; he was a small child, smile happy, green eyes wide with childish innocence. “Gallia, it’s been awhile! How are you?”
France nodded, smiling brightly. “Yes, it has. I’m fine, though, Hispania~! Have I told you about cute little Britannia? I recently started raising him, and he is adorable!”
Then France paused, smiling a little less, and he said, “I am sure he will come around soon…His dislike of me is so tiresome!”
Spain blinked at him, but his smile did not disappear. “Well, you’ll have to introduce us someday!”
France nodded, grinning. Then he looked at Spain and asked in an odd tone, “Have you seen Roma lately?”
Spain blinked at him blankly. “He doesn’t come visit me often, you know that. You see him more than I do.”
There was no anger or hurt in the child’s voice at this obvious neglect; he was merely stating a fact.
France nodded again. “I know. I was just wondering, because I haven’t seen him in quite awhile.”
The other child shrugged, looking unconcerned. “Maybe he’s with his grandsons? Or he could be fighting with Germania again…”
France laughed and nodded. “I’m sure you’re right.”
The two children were silent for a moment. Then Spain smiled cheerily. “How long can you stay, Gallia? I want to show you so many things!”
“Show me!” France said happily, smiling.
Spain grinned.
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[Spain's still asleep, of course, smiling to himself.]
“Ah, Gallia!” a small, young Spain called back, waving energetically.
The two children ran towards each other, meeting in the middle, both smiling widely. They embraced, and then the small France, gorgeous in his carefully fashionable clothes for the period, smiled. In fact, with his tunic, blue to flatter his eyes, and with his childishly rounded face and long hair…He looked like a girl.
Spain, dressed in an overly large, worn cream shirt and simple pants, did not look very different; he was a small child, smile happy, green eyes wide with childish innocence. “Gallia, it’s been awhile! How are you?”
France nodded, smiling brightly. “Yes, it has. I’m fine, though, Hispania~! Have I told you about cute little Britannia? I recently started raising him, and he is adorable!”
Then France paused, smiling a little less, and he said, “I am sure he will come around soon…His dislike of me is so tiresome!”
Spain blinked at him, but his smile did not disappear. “Well, you’ll have to introduce us someday!”
France nodded, grinning. Then he looked at Spain and asked in an odd tone, “Have you seen Roma lately?”
Spain blinked at him blankly. “He doesn’t come visit me often, you know that. You see him more than I do.”
There was no anger or hurt in the child’s voice at this obvious neglect; he was merely stating a fact.
France nodded again. “I know. I was just wondering, because I haven’t seen him in quite awhile.”
The other child shrugged, looking unconcerned. “Maybe he’s with his grandsons? Or he could be fighting with Germania again…”
France laughed and nodded. “I’m sure you’re right.”
The two children were silent for a moment. Then Spain smiled cheerily. “How long can you stay, Gallia? I want to show you so many things!”
“Show me!” France said happily, smiling.
Spain grinned.
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[Spain's still asleep, of course, smiling to himself.]