Even Empires need to get away from it all

[diosorogloria]

He hardly hears the sound of the sea fade from beyond his wide open window. No, he is far too occupied in his quiet musings and the little feast laid out before him. Succulent ham, fresh cheese, juicy olives, excellent sherry--what more can an Empire want

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[sun_neversets]

[He just wanted to see if there really wasn't any way out of here, honest. That was it. And now he had stumbled across Spain (of all the bloody fucking nations) and he looked... well, far too relaxed for England's liking.]

And you have the bloody audacity to call me heathen. Pah! Hedonist, much?

[Green eyes are staring at all the food.]

[diosorogloria]

[If there is one person, nay, Nation that he doesn't expect to see, it is England. At least not today. He smiles at the observation. Hedonist, indeed]

It's not my fault if the servants believe me their lord and master and so deserving of such a feast.

[sun_neversets]

[England didn't expect to see Spain, at least a Spain from this time, here. He had run into several already, most obnoxious and grating figures from the future that made him wonder how he ever saw Spain as... well, anything.

He snorts.]

Deserving, right. I am fairly sure the only thing you are deserving of is some burned ships, España.

[diosorogloria]

[Spain himself would probably wonder what happened along the line when he meets Spains from the future. They'll probably give him a headache]

[And his expression hardly changes upon mention of his burned ships] Of course you see yourself an expert on what I don't and do deserve...

[He takes an olive and eats it, relishing the saltiness of it. He stays sitting down, of course]

[sun_neversets]

[They will, oh they will. England isn't sure how an empire so powerful turns into...well...that. Then again, it's Spain and he was always so good at being unpredictable.

England shrugs at that, he's not at all surprised.]

You see yourself the expert on what is best for me, surely it is only fair I can decide what you deserve, mm?

[diosorogloria]

[He supposes there should be a reason, but he will find himself uninterested. At least for a while yet]

[And England is rewarded with a more amiable, humored smile] Indeed. You look far too thin, Inglaterra. Sit down and eat. [He gestures towards the place across him]

[sun_neversets]

[Well that offer does surprise England, though he bristles at the comment.]

I am bloody well not thin, glutton!

[He's sitting down anyway. That cheese looks really good...]

[diosorogloria]

[He chuckles at the bristling]

Well, then you could have more meat in you.

[It does, doesn't it? It goes well with the olives]

[sun_neversets]

...means the same thing, and you know it.

[He'll try that then. Mmm, it is rather delicious, though he tries not to make it obvious that he things this.]

[diosorogloria]

[Spain just smiles and watches him eat. He's going to make sure England eats a lot]

[sun_neversets]

[...England notices that he's being watched after a moment and turns a lovely shade of crimson before chomping on an olive with a bit more force than necessary.]

What the bloody hell are you looking at, brat.

[diosorogloria]

[Spain's eyebrows raise at the address, his tone marked with laughter when he speaks] Brat? I believe I'm older than you, conejito~ [Tsks and shakes his head, but he is still amused] Such disrespect~

[sun_neversets]

[England huffs, turning his head away from Spain a bit.]

I learned from the bloody best, I'd say.

[It's nearly muttered into his cheese because, well, it's kind of like an admission to his ears.]

[diosorogloria]

[And at the words, Spain smiles with a touch of fondness, as if he's looking at one of his little colonies. You can practically hear the cooing over how cute a certain island nation is from that indulgent smile]

The cheese is good, yes?

[sun_neversets]

[...he knows what look you are giving him right now, Antonio. He knows. And it doesn't help the flush, though he totally pretends as if he doesn't care at all, finishing off the piece of cheese he had in his hand.]

I've had better, but it's better than Francis'...

[Because asking for anything more would be too difficult.]

[diosorogloria]

Have some more.

[And he'll just continue to watch until you're filled up to his satisfaction]