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goodboys[ Try as he might, Spain could not stop bouncing in his seat. He was excited, to say the least, for today’s meeting to take place. It was easy to tell, with the other nations giving him strange looks as they made their ways inside to take their seats. It wasn’t that strange for Spain to be one of the first ones in the meeting hall, but usually he’ll be taking a quick nap or eating something, not looking like he’s ready to discuss whatever Germany has on the agenda today. It’s odd, but not odd enough to warrant any comments from the others as they walk in.
Today is the day, Spain thought to himself when he woke up this morning. For once, he didn’t need an extra five minutes before he pulled himself out of bed. Nothing, not even his own desire to stay in bed, would keep him from setting out to accomplish what he wants to do. He’s spent some time with Austria figuring out how he should go carry out his plan. They figured it’ll probably best to start off simple, save the more extravagent ideas to seal the deal.
No, right now, it’s more passionate to carry on with the long game.
Spain has his suit jacket draped across the armrests of the seat next to him saving it for someone. He doesn’t have to wait long, because he knows that next to Germany, the Netherlands is one of the most hardworking nations and is among one of the first ones to arrive to each meeting, ready to work. ]
Netherlands! [ Spain greets him happily, moving his jacket to his lap. ]
I saved this seat for you, so why don’t you join me today?
[ His heart is pumping in his chest, nervous about what Netherlands might say, but he’s ever hopeful and optmistic about what will happen. They’ll sit together, and then he’ll invite him out to lunch during the break.
Surely nothing bad could happen here. ]
Today is the day, Spain thought to himself when he woke up this morning. For once, he didn’t need an extra five minutes before he pulled himself out of bed. Nothing, not even his own desire to stay in bed, would keep him from setting out to accomplish what he wants to do. He’s spent some time with Austria figuring out how he should go carry out his plan. They figured it’ll probably best to start off simple, save the more extravagent ideas to seal the deal.
No, right now, it’s more passionate to carry on with the long game.
Spain has his suit jacket draped across the armrests of the seat next to him saving it for someone. He doesn’t have to wait long, because he knows that next to Germany, the Netherlands is one of the most hardworking nations and is among one of the first ones to arrive to each meeting, ready to work. ]
Netherlands! [ Spain greets him happily, moving his jacket to his lap. ]
I saved this seat for you, so why don’t you join me today?
[ His heart is pumping in his chest, nervous about what Netherlands might say, but he’s ever hopeful and optmistic about what will happen. They’ll sit together, and then he’ll invite him out to lunch during the break.
Surely nothing bad could happen here. ]