♕ 4 ( Forward dated to Monday )

[koyo]

1. Phone

Hello?

This is Spain.

I'm sorry for any trouble that happened! And I'm sorry if I hit you! Unless you're Holanda or Inglaterra. I don't know if those two are still causing trouble but if they are, it's okay to punch them. Really.

But, ah. . . you can have your town back if you want. I don't really want it. ( A pause as he considers keeping the town or not. ) Hm, yes, I'm sure I don't want it. And since I claimed the entire town that includes the streets everyone else took away, right?

2. Phone ( filtered to anyone who was involved with this log )

Everyone else gave everything back, right? And what are we going to do about the mess?

3. Mayfield Elementary

( Today, your cheerful teacher arrives to class rather late. You probably spend the first half of the day with a drone substitute teacher. When you return from lunch, Spain is back though, albeit, looking a tad beat up from the weekend! But he's cleaned up well so the class won't worry. )

What did I miss?

4. Around town

( Even though the effects of the candy have worn off, whenever Spain sees a poster or sign posted by one of the other nations (most notably, England or Netherlands) he tears it down and continues walking as if nothing happened. )

Comments

[bravabarber]

I mean...why is there no public announcement to your presence~?♪

[koyo]

Oh. . . I suppose. . . there's never really been a reason to. After all, when it comes down to it, I'm not so different form everyone else.

[bravabarber]

Not so different, but you are! You are our country, you are the reason we fight with the English, the Austrians, the French! When we speak of you in song, we sing of your beauty and how rich you are. How can you be the same as us~?♪

i'm sorry for the tl;dr /)(\

[koyo]

Mmm. . .

( Spain looks thoughtful for a moment as he contemplates Figaro's words and how to answer them. Thinking has never been a strength of his and philosophy was something he would have rather left to Greece or France but perhaps for now. Normally, he would shrug it off and try to change the topic to avoid the thought but for one of his citizens. . . )

Well, think of it this way: First, there is the land that was give to us by God. That is one Spain. But a country is more than just land, no? There have to be people from the land and those people work on the land. They farm on it and when danger comes, they fight to protect it. Some times, something will happen in another land and the people will all come together as one to fight the other land. But in times of peace, they build homes, churches, castles, and fountains. They make paintings and write music. They sing songs, they teach each other dances, and pass on stories. And all of these people are called Spaniards after the land and share one identity and that identity is "Spain" and I'm not sure how-- perhaps it's a miracle-- but that became me.

The Spaniards are me because when they fight for me, I fight for them and when they sing of the riches they sing of the things they have done and without all of you, I wouldn't be who I am now and. . . well, I suppose we can't be exactly the same because everyone is a little bit different but we're similar enough for the most part and. . . ah. . .

( Now he's gotten himself confused. )

Francia is much better at this than I am, lo siento.