Just something that came to my mind. I still wonder why I wrote it O.o

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

Rain.

The Atlantic Ocean.

Waves.

A cliff.

Spain was sat in the edge of a cliff in the northern region of Galicia. The country of the Passion had been feeling a bit under the weather for some days. Maybe it was because he had had an argument with his Mediterranean regions earlier in the week. The fact that England had phoned him - obviously drunk - the day before didn't help at all.

England.

Before that call, Spain didn't even know that the Brit had his phone number.

The Spanish personification had been sat in the cliff for three hours. Maybe more. The rain had been falling since he arrived there, but he hardly felt its coolness. Spain wiped some rain drops off that had landed in his face, frowning a bit.

'Galicia has always been a rainy region. Just like him' he thought looking at the horizon, right at where he knew the United Kingdom was; separate only by the restless ocean. He had a thoughtful face. 'We've always hated each other but… he did help me that time'

England had help Spain to end with the French invasion. He has always thought that the tsundere nation had done it just because he was always fighting against France but… what if he was wrong?

'What if there's something else?'

Spain shook his head and stood up in the edge in the cliff making some little rocks fall to the sea.

'No… That's impossible'

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