♕ 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

[koyo]

I am! El reino de españa, the Kingdom of Spain, the greatest country in all the world!

Maybe next class, we'll have a geography lesson.

[encored]

[gives him an appraising look]

You know, it seems like you countries get less and less impressive the more I meet.

[koyo]

. . . Who else have you met?

[encored]

Ah, let's see... [begins counting off on his fingers!] France, England, Holland, Vietnam, Taiwan, China, Japan, Korea, Russia, America, Cuba, Canada, Latvia... I've met Seychelles as well, and Hong Kong. Oh! Romania was here, I met him briefly. I can't really list everyone, though. I've met a lot of nations over the past two years.

[koyo]

( France. England. Holland. WOW. )

I think. Our ten minutes. . . are up. . .

[encored]

[hey if it makes him feel any better, he barely talked to France and he's on kind of bad terms with Holland after that whole 'breaks your arm/bike and tries to eat you' thing.....]

Come now! I'm actually interested in staying for a change, let's put another ten minutes on the clock.

[koyo]

( Spain isn't sure if this is a victory or a loss )

Are you sure you don't want a siesta?

[encored]

[...probably closer to a loss]

Even if I did want one, I couldn't have it. [sometimes being a vampirish thing is not very fun...!] So continue, won't you?

[koyo]

Hm? Why not-- ( and then a question. ) Right, where we again? Ah, right.

My house is a very nice place. It's sunny and warm and the food is good and the wine is just as good as Francia's. People take naps so they're never cranky and why haven't you ever visited. . .

[encored]

Dear me, I hope that I haven't offended you by not visiting yet. It's just never really been on my list of places to see, you know? [THE MOST INNOCENT SMILE no there's nothing innocent about it

but that wine comment catches his attention] I don't think I've tried a wine from Spain yet.

[koyo]

Huh? No. Of course not. I'm not offended at all.

( Except he kind of is??? Also, wait. )

. . . Aren't you a little young to be a wine taster?

[encored]

Ah, that's good. [the knowing look of someone who realises they've said something irritating, but decide to be unapologetic anyway...]

By looks, I'd assume that's what most would think. It makes drinking in public very difficult. [more like impossible.]

[koyo]

. . . How old are you again?

[encored]

One hundred and two. [which he knows is just a baby age in comparison to a country, but still...! it's definitely better than actually being twelve and drinking as much as he does.]

[koyo]

( That's still really old for a human, older than Sealand, and half the age of almost all of the Americas. That's like, half the world right there. )

Oh, I see! One hundred and--. . . Pardon?

[encored]

[yes excellent now he may take his place among those with weak knees and bad backs]

I don't believe I stuttered. Is it so difficult to believe?

[koyo]

( You make it sound like they're all ancient. )

Ah, well. You don't look like you're a hundred! And it seems a bit old for this class.

[encored]

[well if the shoe fits...]

Naturally. You don't look like your exact age either, do you? I can't help that this body is twelve. Trust me, I wouldn't be attending classes for that age group if I could help it.