Hey folks! So I uploaded this early in the year, but I hated it. Okay I didn't really hate it, but I didn't like how it came out. It sounded amazing in my head, but on paper, it didn't sound really good. I decided to rewrite and upload a couple of days later, but those days turned into weeks, which turned into more than a month. It's a new semester, and I've been trying to adjust to my classes, which included a mandatory language course (which I chose Italian.). So far, I'm speaking the language pretty good, but writing it is another story. On the bright side, I'm not given much homework, so that means more updates! Anywho, here's the revised version of Chapter 13. You guys know the drill: Read, review and enjoy!

Mission Four: La Marcha Granadera! Team Up With Spain and Become a Bride!

Living Room: Present Day, 2012

Today was Friday, the last weekday and the beginning of the weekend. The day was a very happy reminder for all, especially Italy, and America. Italy didn't have to train (for some odd reason, Germany let them have the weekends off), so he could sleep and eat pasta to his heart's content. America would toss of all of his papers that were sent from his boss aside to tackle on Monday morning. Until then, he played video games and watched movies with Japan and Britain to his heart's content. Sometimes, other countries would join and have an all out video game tournament and movie marathon.

For Hope, Friday here had an interesting and somewhat complex twist. Because of the time difference from both worlds (which tended to change at times and became very unpredictable based on their progress with the dilemma), she had to leave in the wee hours of the morning to attend her classes on time. Because it was Friday afternoon here, that meant it was still early Friday morning in her world, so she still had class to attend. The time differences were hard for her to remember and keep up, but she manages pretty well. Once she returned to this world, it would only be round mid afternoon. Which meant while she from between two to three hours (each class was an hour and twenty five minutes long), she would only be gone for about a half an hour, an hour at most.

Spain was in the living room, waiting anxiously on the couch. Romano was eating a tomato while reading The Prince by Niccolò Machiavelli. He thoroughly enjoyed what Machiavelli's stance and opinion about how a ruler should be toward his people. And he also idolized Machiavelli very much (and still do to this day while his brother is still very afraid of him).

"Romano! Can you believe it? Esperanza and I are going to my history today! Isn't that great?"

"Shut up tomato bastard! It's not fair how your stupid ass is going next and I'm the last one on that damn list!" Romano screamed angrily at him as he continued reading his book. Spain frowned for a moment, then smiled as he scooted closer to Romano and hugged him.

"Aw Romano. Don't be mad! There's no reason to get mad over that. I'm sure Esperanza didn't mean for you to be last. And besides, If I made that list, you would have been the first!"

"Get off me damn tomato bastard! I'm sick of you and your damn hugs!"

"No you're not! If you were sick of them, then you would have pushed me off by now!" Spain said as he hugged his former colony tighter, much to Romano's dismay. The front door opened, and in came Hope with a besotted look on her face. She was wearing a black and blue dress, with black leggings and boots. Her hair was in a bun with a black headband. Her bruises were healing nicely as they were not as noticeable as before. Britain healed her black eye so she wouldn't receives any stares or questions from her professors (much to her dismay because she thought she looked bad ass with it). Her left wrist was still in a cast, as Britain believed that it was much easier to explain a broken wrist than a black eye. She's humming to herself as she walked in with her backpack on her shoulder.

"Hello guys! How are you? I hope you guys are having a splendid day!"

"Ciao bella. What's with you today?"

"Yeah. You're really happy today!" Hope set down her backpack, rushed to the couch, and sat between the two of them.

"I am very happy! Would you two like to know why?" She said in a teasing voice.

"Of course!"

"Yeah I guess."

"Well, I met someone today in my History class today." She said as a blush started to rise from her cheeks. Romano looked up from his book in interest at what Hope said while keeping a calm face. Spain was the total opposite. He was very ecstatic for the Reader, and it definitely showed.

"Really?! Felicidades! Tell us the details! How did it happen? What's his name?" Hope chuckled at Spain's enthusiasm and excitement.

"Alright. I'll tell you, but once I'm done, we're going to your history alright?"

"Claro! Claro! Now tell us!"

"Alright. Romano, would you like to hear it too?" Romano blushed, having been caught being interested. He sighed as he bookmarked the page, and closed his book.

"Yeah. Whatever." Hope smiled and started her tale. He was a journalism major named Brian. He was a year older than her, having turned nineteen in January. They both were in the course that was mandatory for all students. In a class assignment which involved two students to partner, he went up to her and asked to be her partner. She accepted his offer shyly, and they got to work. In the beginning, she mostly listened, only saying a few things here and there. As time went by, she started to warm up to him and began speaking to him more. By the end of the class, the two really clicked. He offered to help her carry her books with her injured wrist, but she respectfully declined. Before they left the class, they exchanged numbers, and went on their separate ways. Romano nodded in approval and continued reading his book. Spain on the other hand did more than nod.

"Esperanza! I'm so happy for you! Look at you growing up so fast!" Spain said as he hugged her tightly. Hope blushed, embarrassed by Spain's reaction.

"Oh come on Spain. Don't be like that. You're making me sound like I'm a kid." She complained as she gently pushed herself out of his embrace.

"I can't help it! This is so adorable! So are you two going to set a date or what?"

"Lay off her tomato bastard! She just met the guy, not getting married!"

"It's alright Romano. Let him go off into his own happy world. Sides, I gotta get ready for this trip. Something tells me that this isn't going to be a walk in the park like the others. I'll be back in a bit." Hope got off the couch, picked up her backpack and walked to her bedroom. However, she didn't notice France in the kitchen preparing dinner with an uncertain look on his face.

"Amérique will not like this when he finds out." He said as continued preparing for dinner.

Almost one hour later...

Hope came down the stairs and into the living room almost an hour later. She changed from the outfit she wore at school to something more simplistic. She was wearing one of the shirts given to her by her university for free (her school liked to give out a lot of free stuff.), blue jeans and the famous black boots. She was wearing her contacts for the first time in ages due to her glasses being completely broken a couple days back (Chapter 9.) As usual, the book was in her hands as she looked around for Spain.

"Spain? Where are you?"

"In the kitchen! I'm eating churros!" The moment he said churros, Hope's eyes widened as she walked into the kitchen.
To her surprise, he was actually eating them from a plate full of them.

"Wow. You weren't kidding about the churros huh?"

"Of course I wasn't! Why would I joke about something so delicious as a churro?" Hope chuckled as she rolled her eyes.

"Well then finish that one up. We have to go through your history and defeat the Phantom. That's the reason why we're here in the first place, remember?"

"Ah! Si! Si! Of course señorita! I'm ready when you are!" Spain said as he finished the last of his churro. Hope rolled her eyes at his enthusiasm. Her eyes started to wander to the churros that were still on the plat. One churro won't hurt right? Of course not! It's just one little churro. Now wait a minute! You just can't take one of his churros! That would make you look like a greedy fatass! And you can't look like that in front of them! You're the Reader! You can't stuff your face in some sweets! You can't have them judging you as a fat ass or a pig! Hope bit her lip as she continued having her inner conflict. She really wanted a churro, but she didn't want Spain or anyone else to judge her for wanting one.

"Esperanza? Would you like some churros?" Hope jumped at the sudden question that interrupted her thoughts. She blinked and looked at Spain, who was holding up the plate for her with a smile on her face.

"Really? You're offering it to me? I don't want to be seen as a fat ass or anything of the sort to you."

"Nonsense! I eat these all the time! Sides, you're too skinny anyway. Some meat on your bones will do you some good! Los ninos like women with some meat on their bones!" Spain said as he winked and handed her a churro. Hope took the churro, and ate it happily as she mumbled something about not being too skinny. Spain laughed and continued eating his churro.

"After this, we go to your history. We can't stall any longer. Agreed?" Spain nodded and the two ate their churros. After finishing their churros, they were ready to go. With the magic words, Hope and Spain made their way to October 16, 1469: The wedding of Ferdinand of Aragon and Isabella of Castille.

El Palacio de los Vivero (Vallodoid), Spain: October 19th, 1469

Hope and Spain managed to land in the Patio of the building. It was very simplistic looking in contrast to the other buildings she had been into, but she assumed that was because of the time. It was a rectangular cube shaped building with window, black rails, and white columns. It contained two floors, including the ground floor. But, the building was actually one part of the entire building.

The building was actually called the Royal Audiencia and Chancellería of Valladolid. The entire building was a jurisdiction site of all of the Spanish province of Castille. The building at one time had a moat, gates, walls, and the sort that made it seem like fort, but were taken down in 1475 out of fear that the people would use the building to turn against the monarchy.

In Hope's opinion, that idea was not only cautious, but pretty smart as well. She knew during protests against the monarchy, the people would find their way to destroy something very important to the monarchy (i.e Boston Tea Party, The Storming of the Bastille, etc.). And while those events didn't happen until the far future, the idea never really blew up in their faces. Because of their smart thinking, the building continues to stand where it is today in good condition. Obviously, the Castillians made a very wise choice about the whole taking down moats and gates and such.

She knew at this point that she and Spain would be in some elaborate outfits to accustom to the time. She noticed the differences between each dress as she went through different eras and places. She was wearing a beautiful purple plush velvet gown with an embroidered taffeta panel, and long flowing sleeves also with embroidered lining. The outfit also came with a matching headdress that a train in the back of her head which extended to her neck.

"Esperanza, estás muy bonita en tu vesitdo." (Hope, you are very pretty in your dress.) Spain said happily as he began to check out her newest gown.

"Gracias querido. You don't half bad yourself." (Thank you dear.) Hope said slyly as she began to check out the Spaniard's attire. His outfit consist of a burgundy collared shirt that features billowed sleeves and a lace-up neck, as well as a brown faux suede vest that's trimmed in black faux leather. Around his waist was black faux leather belt that features a golden buckle which matched nicely to the outfit in her opinion. For the bottom part of his ensemble were black pants and leather boots that was a brown as the vest.

"Do you know exactly where they're getting married at chica?"

"According to my research, they were married in a room called the Sala Rica. Unfortunately, I couldn't find a picture of the room, so we're on our own for that. May I ask you a question?"

"Claro! What's your question?"

"Since we're in a time when Spain was just a bunch of provinces, ad a entire country, what does that makes you? Are you still Spain, or are just a bunch of provinces, or the biggest Spanish province?" Hope asked curiously to the nation. He smiles slowly dissipated. She asked a really good question...which he hadn't even consider answering. It wasn't because he hadn't thought about it, but he didn't expect her to ask such a question like that to him. He nervously chuckled as he looked around, hoping to think of something that will be suited enough for an answer.

"Well señorita, I could be many things. I could be the combinations of the provinces despite not being being completely unified. Or I could one of the biggest ad important province, Aragon which explains why I'm still here! Yeah! I'm the province of Aragon! Does that answer your question chica?" Spain asks happily, hoping that she would buy his answer because he really didn't have any idea what else to say to her.

"Yes. It does. And it gives me a brilliant idea. So we know the Phantom is either going to strike the bride or the groom to find a way that the marriage doesn't go on as scheduled. No one knows about this because it is a secret affair because other kings of provinces wanted Isabella to marry them or their sons, correct?"

"Si. You really did your research on this, didn't you?"

"What can I say? I'm the Reader. If I didn't do that right, then I would be very much of out a job. Since you represent Aragon, you go and speak to the groom."

"Wait a moment. What are you going to do Esperanza?"?

"Me? Well I'm going to speak to the bride...as Castille." Hope said mischievously as she smirked at Spain, and walked away to find the bride. Spain blinked and scratched his head in confusion. What did she meant that when she said hat? Was she going to impersonate as a province? Would she get away with saying something like that? Could she even do that in the first place? Spain thought about it for another couple of minutes. He was certain this was all part of an interesting plan Hope thought up. She just..didn't tell him about the rest of the plan. But he had no time to think this further! He had to speak to Ferdinand and let him know about the upcoming danger for him and his bride to be. And with that, he ran as fast as he could to find the future King of Spain.

The Sala Rica

An hour later, the wedding was about to commence in the Sala Rica. Both Hope and Spain had such hard times finding where exactly the bride and groom were in. Fortunately, they found the rooms and warned both members of the wedding party to the oncoming threat. At the moment, Antonio is standing next to the groom, the future king of Spain himself. He was dressed in an outfit that was very similar to Spain except he had no belt, and his shirt was light gold color.

Hope was on the other side of the aisle. For some reason, her head was facing the aisle, and she didn't say a word. She stood there quiet and reserved. While Spain didn't see that as much as something to worry about, assuming that she was hard at work thinking of something to use against the Phantom. But he wasn't going to deny something was odd about her. Her hair seemed more reddish tan usual. And was it just him or did her eyes seem more bluish? He was about to ask her when the bride finally made her appearance.

She was wearing a very simple but beautiful bridal gown with white and yellow fabric, and a huge white veil covering her face. Her dress was similar to the dress Hope had on due to the fashion back then. She started to walk down the very long aisle by herself. Ferdinand looked at her in total awe, which in turn made Spain very happy. The bride was only half way done walking when a man jumped behind her and held a sword to her neck.

"Isabella!" The man called out to his bride, who's cries for help were muffled by the hand that lied on her mouth. Spain held the man back while looking very serious. The young man with white, blond hair that is out and wild, making bangs that appear a little bit above his blood red eyes. He's wearing a long black tunic, and tan-colored breeches. Over the tunic is a black cloak, and a hat of the same color, and sickening grin on his face.

"So you are the man they call Heinrich no? The one that tried to kidnap Italia, and almost killed Esperanza almost a week ago?"

"Ja. I am. And you are?"

"Yo soy El Reino de España. And if you don't speak Spanish, then I'll say it again in English: I am the kingdom of Spain. And I will severely punish you for hurting those I care about."

"Oh. I'm shaking in my little boots. You obviously don't realize the position you're in. I have a hostage, and if you anyone moves any closer or comes after us, then she dies." Heinrich said as he slowly walked backwards with his hauled her over his shoulder and ran out the room.

"Esperanza, stay with Ferdinand. I'll get her back myself!" Spain screamed seriously as he ran out of the room, and after the fake as soon as he was out of sight. He was going to get her back, or die trying.

Patio

Heinrich, on the other hand was three fourths of the way there to the portal. He found it odd that his hostage had said or done nothing against. According to the Phantom, Isabella was a strong woman who never stood down against anything. And yet she had done nothing against him.

"What's the matter my queen? Giving up already?" He said as he taunted her to get some sort of reaction from her. Again, she said nothing to him.

"You won't be marrying your beloved today, or become queen. And the boss and I are making sure of that by finishing you off." Heinrich said smugly to the bride, trying to get a reaction of her. Once again, she refused to say a word. Heinrich hated being ignored, especially by a woman who thought she was better than him. He set her down, and began to crack her his fingers at her.

"You better answer me when I'm fucking talking to you." Heinrich said with venom with his voice. What he didn't know was that the bride was slowly taking out the knife that was hidden in her sleeve.

"I said-" The fake started to say, but started to scream in pain. He looked down to see a knife plunged into his abdomen by the bride.

"No me parará.(You will not stop me.)" The bride whispered in his ear as she pulled the knife out and. The bride, after realizing what she had done, dropped the bloody knife onto the ground. She stared at the knife on the ground for a few moments.

"You twisted little bitch." He said menacingly as he instantly put his hand on the stab wound. The bride glared at him as she reached for the knife again to finish him off. However, she had a change of heart as took a deep breath and moved away from the knife. Suddenly, she felt a force hitting her cheek, making her fall to the ground.

"You should have picked up that knife. Because now, I'm going to make you pay for that." Heinrich said as the black aura from before came back again. The bride quickly picked herself up and ran out of the patio and inside the building. Heinrich wasted no time and ran after her.

Hallway

Spain couldn't let him win. He couldn't let him get away with this again. He wasn't going to let someone he cared about down again. He was going to save her. As if on cue, the bride started running in his direction. He was happy beyond relief to see her alive and well.

"Isabella! ¡Estás bien!" Spain screamed happily. Before the bride could get a word out, a dark bolt misses her narrowly. Heinrich is catching up to her fast casting dark bolts at her. He had to get to her before that whatever it was did.

"This time, I won't miss!" Heinrich charged a huge dark energy bolt and flung it at her. She barely managed to get out of range as it landed behind her, making her fly a few feet in the land. She landed harshly on the ground as the veil was ripped off and tore into pieces. The dress was dirty and ripped and at some parts, were stained with blood. Spain had to cover his face from the extent of the blast.

"¡Isabella! ¡Isabella! ¡Hablame!" Spain screamed hysterically as the light show ceased. As he opened his olive green eyes, they widen in shock. He expected to find a bloody and bruised Isabella, but he didn't. He found a bloody and bruised Hope instead.

"Esperanza?" Spain whispered in shock, not believing that it was her the whole time.

"What the fuck? I had that damn girl the whole time? Well, I may not gotten my assignment done, but I'm sure that phantom guy will be please when he finds out that I killed the Reader." Heinrich smiled smugly at the sight of the bruised body. Hope gained consciousness, and started to get away from him by dragging her body on the floor. Heinrich chuckled at her attempt to get away, and began to walk toward her, enjoying the moment.

"Now does this brings me back. Yes. This reminds me of how you looked the last time we met. You were trying so hard to protect that Italian. And you almost ended dying for it too. How fucking pathetic." The college student ignored him as she continued her attempt to get away from him.

I'll admit, the stabbing was pretty bold of you. I never took you as the knife wielding type. But they way you flinched and hesitated when you had the chance to do it again made it clear to me. You're still playing it fucking safe." Heinrich stopped walking and just watched her slowly trying to get up from the ground.

"You're too scared to take risks, or to use the big, scary weapons. The things that kill people. You won't last if you keep playing it safe. And to guarantee that, I'm going to end you right here, right now!" Heinrich said as he began to charge another dark energy ball at her, but it was intercepted by a huge ax almost slicing his head off. Heinrich barely managed dodge the huge weapon, and get out with his head.

"What the hell was that?" He asked himself as he looked to around and found an extremely pissed off Spaniard with a huge ax, ready to swing again.

"Next time, I won't miss. I promise you." Spain said sternly as he got into position to swing his ax once more. Heinrich Glared at him as he prepared to create another dark energy ball. Spain moved his ax in front of him, ready to take whatever Heinrich threw at him. Suddenly, a fire ball hits Heinrich square in the chest, causing him to fall back a bit. Heinrich and Spain turned to see Hope, standing on her two feet with flame covered hands. Heinrich laughed

"Hope. Didn't we go through this before? You tried to hit me with your pathetic little fireballs, and they don't do a damn thing. So why don't you just give up and get death over it. I'll make it fast and painless for you." Hope responded by releasing two more fireballs at the fake, pushing backwards even more.

"Alright, this is getting really annoying now. Cut it out before I get really angry." Heinrich said in a slightly threatening tone. Hope smirked as she released two more fireballs to hit him in the chest causing to fall backwards once again.

"Didn't you hear what I said! I said stop it right now! I'm getting real pissed off and you're just wasting your pathetic so called magic. So stop and let me kill you!" Heinrich screamed angrily to her. Hope decided to to listen and ceased shooting fireballs at him.

"It seems that you're actually using your brain for once."

"Yeah. It's a pity you didn't do the same. Spain! Now!" Hope screamed with confidence as Spain leap out from the shadows to strike Heinrich with his ax. Heinrich dodged with ease as he took a few more steps backward.

"Ha! Was that your big plan Hope? I knew you weren't very bright but I expected something better from you!"

'No. This was! Flara!" Hope unleashed one the biggest fireballs she ever created. The fireball directly hit Heinrich's chest which caused him to fall backwards to the window that was behind. The fake swore and screamed as he fell out of the second story window and landed on the concrete ground below with thud. Hope and Spain rushed toward the window and see the mangled body surrounded by purple blood (which Hope is hoping was paint).

"Oh my god." Hope said as she put her hands to her mouth in complete shock as reality hit her. "I stabbed a man one minute, and the next I basically pushed him out the window. I literally killed someone."

"Yeah. It happens all the time. You'll get used to it." Spain said happily as he patted her on the back for a job well done. Hope looked at him like he grew another head. Spain blinked and looked at her with confusion.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Si! You said that he was a creation from Italy's past to get him to join the Phantom right?"

"Yeah. So?"

"So then that means he wasn't a real person to begin with!"

"Well you make a good point." Hope said as she started to shiver violently. Spain noticed this and rubbed her arms using his hands.

"I must of used my flara a little too much. Let's just get back to the house. I'm tired, I'm cold, and want some modern day pleasures."

"Why do we have to go back so soon?"

"Because we did what we were supposed to do. We protected Isabella and Ferdinand long enough for them to get married, which is why Isabella and I switched clothes before the wedding began. So they could get the chance to marry without that jerk Heinrich disrupting them again." Hope said as she crossed her arms and smirked at him.

"But you didn't tell me that was you! You could have been seriously injured or worse!"

"Oh come on. I knew you were going to save me regardless if you knew I was Isabella or not. And you did, so happy ending and all that crap."

"You were lucky Esperanza. You didn't think this through. If I hadn't been there you would have been taken back to El Fantasma. Next time you think of an idea like this, just think it through. Understand?" Hope sighed, knowing that he was right, even if she didn't want to admit it.

"Si. Yo comprendo." Spain smiled as he kissed her forehead and gave a hug as a way of saying thank you. Hope rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but blush at the Spaniard's way of saying thank you. She opened the book, and said the magic words. And with that, the duo were sent back to the house.

Kitchen: Present Day, 2012

Hope and Spain came back to a house filled with noise (as usual). America was running off his mouth about something, causing Britain to yell at him. France, always wanting to get under Britain's skin, said something to him which led to a fight between Britain and France. Italy was talking about Pasta, Romano was cursing at Germany, who was reading a book and not giving a rat's. Russia was bothering China, who was trying his hardest to get away from him. Canada was trying to get his brother to calm down, which looked like it was actually working (Since America didn't have anyone to argue with). And Japan was just watching everyone and refraining from speaking. Spain went into the fridge to get some churros and flan for himself and to calm Romano down.

Hope took this as an opportunity to go upstairs, take a shower, and go to bed. She was pleased with herself that she succeeded once again in the fight against the Phantom. She could go to sleep knowing that she did a job well done. Even though, she was still shaken from the events that occurred with Heinrich, she decided to put that in the back of her mind, where she would never have to think about it again.

But that was very far from the truth. So very far indeed.

MISSION COMPLETE!

Hope's Notes

The Villain:

-Name: The Phantom

-Wants to change history, so he could become Emperor of the world.

-Found out he wants the book, to help him achieve his goal.

-Likes specific type of woman: Pretty, young, brave, and determined.

-Abilities: Dark Magic, Levitation, Flying, Mind Control (Proven to be definite by Wy), Manipulation of Countries' history (i.e Italy and HRE), creates minion (Heinrich).

The Book:

-A powerful tool for The Reader.

-Gives the ability to travel throughout History.

-Contains all of the world's history inside.

-Magic rubs off onto The Reader.

Your Partners, The Nations:

-America: Heroic (Hero complex); Cheerful; Energetic; Clueless; Can be serious and logical when necessary; Always keeps his promises; Deeply cares about his citizens; Loves Hamburgers; superhuman strength; surprising thinks highly of me.

-Britain: Loves Doctor Who; Hates to agree with France and America; Knowledgable about the book, title, and the current situation; Cares very deeply about the rulers especially Queen Elizabeth; Ex-pirate; swordsman; Likes Melanie Fiona; Not a big fan of Cee Lo Green; cares about France more than he lets on.

-China: Loves Hello Kitty; Ends sentences with aru.

-France: Flirtatious; can be very sweet at times; Actually cares for Britain more than he lets on; Great chef; loves gardening; loves nature; Ex-pirate; swordsman; true to his word; can be frightening when pushed too far; has moments of intelligence.

-Germany: Stern; always looking out for everyone.

-Italy (Veneziano): Cheerful; Energetic; Crybaby; Makes Ve~ sounds when speaking; Had a first love (HRE), who tragically died in the Thirty Years' War; Waited for him to return after all this time (didn't know about his death until recently).

-Italy (Romano): Italy's older brother; Hates Germany; Uses the word "bastard" a lot.

-Japan: Respectful; Uses -chan when saying my name; Loves videos games, anime, and sushi; Fan of bubble tea; Gives great advice.

-Russia: Creepy; Ends sentences with da; Drinks vodka straight out the bottle with no problem.

-Spain: Optimistic; Affectionate; Friendly; Can't read the atmosphere to save his life (Nor does he try to); Cares deeply for Romano (which Romano secretly likes in my opinion); Willing to protect and defend those he truly care for; Loves churros; HAS A HUGE MUTHA FUCKING AX!

Nations I've met (so far):

-Canada: America's brother; Has a polar bear called Kumajiro; Tend to forget he's there; No one seems to remember his name, or existence; Makes AWESOME pancakes; Quiet; Reserved; The total opposite of America.

-Austria: Acquantance of Spain; Part of the Haspburg House with Spain and Austria; Has a nobleman like air; Loves classical music; Took care of Italy and HRE when he was younger (under the Hapsburg House)

So that was unlucky chapter 13...again. But this time, a little better than before. Before I forget: QUESTIONS! QUESTIONS! QUESTIONS! KEEP SENDING ME QUESTIONS GUYS! I really would like that. If you need to see the rules, they're on chapters 10 and 11! And the Walking Dead premieres this week! I'm so freaking excited because I watch that show religiously! Happy Chinese New Year, and Happy Valentine's Day. Until next time!

~Hopefaith2