IndependenceHetaliaIndependence by =Hopedrop
Protagonist(s): Spain Netherlands
Spain limped forward, exhausted as he was. He waved violently to his enemy to get his attention.
"Neth, why? You know I'm short on supplies, and...," Spain winced. "Army men."
"Like I said, you could always buy equipment from me." responded the Netherlands simulously.
"But, but! Can't we just go back home? I'm tired of all this fighting."
"Home? After this is finished, I'm not going to your home."
"Neth, come on! We could all be one big happy family; Belgium, Luxembourg, you, and I. Why is that so difficult?"
"'Why?'" scowled Netherlands. "Because I will no longer be under your rule, Espaņa! And shut up about the nicknames. I'm sick of this. I'm sick of you, especially."
Spain's voice hitched in his throat.
Sick of you.
"Neth- Netherlands! Couldn't you just stay with me?"
Every heartbeat becomes heavier with desperation.
"Could I? Well, I could, but maybe I don't want to." sneered Netherlands.
Spain stared in di