towerofanimus | ♕ 1. But he doesn't have a flag

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♕ 1. But he doesn't have a flag

Characters: The Spanish Empire and you
Setting: The cafeteria
Format: Starting prose, matching you.
Summary: This tower is now claimed by the Spanish Empire.
Warnings: Spain is armed! And this is also a reminder that Spain is reset and from Imperial times now.

Of course Spain didn't panicwhen he woke up in a place that wasn't the last place he remembered. Okay, perhaps he panicked a little bit but not too much because empires have nothing to fear, especially when you're the most powerful empire in the world. After reading the letter several times over, he wasn't sure if he believed what it said. In fact, he was quite positive that the letter wasn't true because, well, the end of the world simply was not meant to end that way, at least, not according to his Church. This was a hoax of some sort-- a conspiracy set up by those Protestants-- and while he had no idea where he was, that only meant he had some exploring to do. In his opinion, this tower seemed much more harmless than the Americas. Really, this place was lacking when it came to the poisonous trees, toxic frogs, and hostile natives (or so he thought).

Armed with a sword and dagger, the Spanish empire began to explore. There had to be other people present. There were always people around. After some exploring, he eventually finds himself in the cafeteria. Maybe you're enjoying a meal or maybe you're just socializing or just walking in behind him-- Spain isn't going to pretend to know what you're doing. In fact, that isn't even important right now because Spain has a much more important announcement to make.

"Ay!" Spain yells when he sees people, "I am the Spanish Empire and I claiming this tower for myself! Do you understand?"

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Francisca glances up from her coffee and stares for a bit. Had Spain been hit too hard over the head with one of Romana's Bibles or something?

Still, she was happy to play along and called out in a sing-song voice, "Does that mean you will claim all women for yourself as well~?"

Spain wasn't hit on the head at all! At least, not recently and Romana would never throw a Bible. . . would she?

He completely misses what she's implying and replies simply, "Of course."

Francisca snorts and puts down her coffee. "All I see is too much talking and not enough claiming~"

Still not understanding, he begins to ramble about how conquering works, "There isn't much else to do now. . . unless someone wants to fight but you wouldn't want that. Ah, I don't think any of us want to fight. It's easier if we get along anyways."

She rolls her eyes and realizes that some things don't change with genders. It would appear that dear Espagna's... ignorance, was once such thing. "... Of course. Says the man waving his sword about as flagrantly as he would with his manhood in an attempt to convince the world that what he says is so."

... Perhaps the lack of good coffee was making her behave crankily like Anglettere?
... Then again, when Espagna was at the height of her Empire, Francisca hadn't been too happy to bow to her so...............................

Some things never change but would she really have them any other way? Okay, don't answer that. It takes him a moment to process that he's been insulted-- really, she everything in such a nice way it almost went over his head (and in fact, much of it still did)-- and when he realizes, his smiles fades and approaches the woman swiftly. "I don't need to convince anyone. This place is mine and I will handle anyone who says otherwise." He doesn't look very happy to be challenged but he controls himself if only because she is a woman.

Oho, some fire~
She raises her brow and gives him a critical once-over. "Oh? Will you really?" The sensible part of her was saying to resort to former tactics of bowing and scraping and being a pretty little asset.
The other part of her was sneering, though she didn't let that show outwardly. Much.

"I certainly hope you can handle others better than you conduct yourself~ Though..." She pauses and a challenging glint appears in her eyes, even though her smile stays sweet. "You couldn't handle petite moi even if you wanted to~"

Even in the past, he was still the impulsive kingdom of passion. "Sí, I will." He doesn't really like the questions this woman was asking. It's almost as if she's implying there will be resistance and he doesn't want that. Things were always so much more difficult when people fought back. Something about this woman bothers him. She reminded him of someone he had met before but he couldn't put a finger on it.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Spain's eyes flash at the challenge. She obviously didn't know who she was talking to, "I am the Spanish Empire and I can handle anything."

She tosses her hair arrogantly and crosses her arms under her bosom. "Well, you keep proclaiming that you are the Spanish Empire, but as I said... all you are doing is talking and not 'handling' at all."

She might have been a bit less sure of herself if she hadn't felt the reassuring prod of her bodice knife safely sheathed and kept under her shirt when she crossed her arms. Nonetheless, it's there and she's feeling as vain as ever. "From my experience, men with pretty speeches are men full of hot air and false bravado. Strip them of their weapons and you are left with nothing but scared boys."

His eyes may have lowered slightly but he quickly brings them back up! He couldn't help himself, okay it was just. . . right there. "What are you getting at. . .?" He begins, confused at the direction she's trying to go in. Once it begins to dawn on him, something comes across his face.

Spain is surprised. If she's trying to say what he thinks she is then. . . he frowns. "That isn't true. I'm--. . . Please, just listen, it'll be easier for the both of us if you do."

Yes, she see thoses eyes going down - men! She rolls her eyes but doesn't move her arms to lower her [] display. "Easier for you obviously - I have no intention of surrendering to an incapable man, let alone an incapable nation!"

"Do I seem so selfish?" Spain asks, trying not to let the words get to him, "Then what can I do to make it easier for you?"

"Well, yes, you did just claim the tower for yourself... isn't that just a little bit selfish?" she responds, picking up her coffee again. "I have been put in your empire's shadow before - I do not want to be put in the situation again."

"Of course it isn't. The tower isn't for me, it's for my people." And possibly, a little bit for himself, but it really was all for his people. Her last line, however, catches his attention, "Really? And you are?"

She sips her coffee before answering with the slightest hint of a purr in her voice, "You mean you could not recognize me? Though I suppose you were far too busy waving your sword around like a voyou to notice anything beyond the distance of your manhood."

She stands and curtsies elegantly in a way she hasn't for centuries, head held high. "I am 'Francia' - well, the other one for you at least."

He gets a strange feeling whenever she speaks. While many of her insults continue to go over his head, he can't help but feel offended and wonder why that is. And though he is used to deal with strong women, they were normally Spanish and this was a completely different case.

When she curtsies, he remembers traveling through the French country for some reason he can't explain until she introduces herself. "No, you aren't. I would know my neighbor and brother after all of these centuries." Even if he did once believe France was a girl.

"That's your France, monsieur bavard," she responds sweetly, hands clasped in a lady-like manner that hides her irritation at this Spain. Ugh, God forbid Espagna try to relive her glory days like this one was. "Consider me your sister and other neighbor then."

There are so many things Spain could say right now. He could ask her what she means, try to get some clarification, and answers. He could ask how something like this was even be possible. He could even declare how he doesn't need anymore sisters because Portugal is perfectly fine for him as it is. But in the end, what he settles for is, "There can't be two Frances." Because one was enough for Spain and not in a good way.

"Of course there can - in fact, there are." She sits again, sipping her coffee and outwardly ignoring him.

Stubbornly, Spain refuses to believe her. "No, there is only one France. And there is one of everything else except Italia." But even Spain can't deny that she resembles Francis. . .

She rolls her eyes and sips her coffee, using the most childish tactic possible to get him to accept things - ignore him and force him to think.

Yes, she wants Spain to think about the situation and what she has just explained.

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