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[pasodoble]

( When Poland shows up, Spain appears to be resting. He'll look up to see who his guest is and give an amused smile in greeting. When Poland closes the door behind him, however, Spain sits up straighter, giving his full attention to him, and the smile drops some. It isn't because he's unhappy or disappointed; rather, he just knows when to be a little more serious. )

It's been awhile.

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[pasodoble]

Everyone likes you. ( His head is bowed down and there's a bitter smile on his face as he tries to joke, ) And once again, everyone hates me.

( Spain concedes. )

[notyetlost]

...not everyone.

[But Poland doesn't like quitters, Spain.]

Maybe you'll beat me yet.

[pasodoble]

... Do you remember when I told you my royal family was gone?

[notyetlost]

Yeah, I do.

[pasodoble]

They were forced to leave-- exiled.

And then my house was divided, my children fled, and my people are unhappy with me at best. ( And Spain will reach to take his sketchbook. He opens it to a page that had once before been a sketch of an incomplete ship. The ship is still only partial but only because it appears to be sinking in a dark ocean of ink. ) They called me "an ocean of pain and death."

[notyetlost]

[From what Poland understood... all the nations here seemed to carry something weighing down their hearts. It made him wonder what thing he'd forgotten, that would put him on equal footing with Lithuania and Spain, Latvia and Belarus, and even Ukraine.

Maybe his memory loss had given him an unfair advantage.]

That doesn't mean you can't ever change something like that.

[pasodoble]

( There's a bitter smile and Spain looks down at his hands, )

I've already taken care of that.

[notyetlost]

I hope you don't die.

At least not before people know that the things you did were for your people and not for no reason at all. [If anything, Spain should have had the same option for redemption that Annie or May seemed to have obtained.]

[pasodoble]

I don't think it would make a difference here.

I never asked for forgiveness and I don't mean to either. When I die, I still have hope, and I'll answer for all of my sins.

( And he's very much at peace with that. )

[notyetlost]

A last request, then?

[Normally Poland wouldn't trouble himself, but. Given Spain's reputation in the manor he's not sure anyone else would offer.]

[pasodoble]

I have none.

( It comes simply enough and sounds more resigned than anything else. )

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[notyetlost]

I thought so. [Hearing the resignation in his voice, Poland gets up and opens the door.]

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[notyetlost]

That's good. It means you haven't given up after all.

[With a smile Poland leaves, shutting the door behind him.]

[pasodoble]

( He'll smile as he watches Poland leave. When the door shuts, the smile disappears though and he turns to distract himself with something else-- like cleaning (which, hah, he rarely does).

Sorry, Poland. )