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[The video feed starts in Spain’s bedroom in Barcelona, and for once he wakes up when the sun is still rising. He looks blearily around the room. He just had the oddest dream about old times, and then something hits him in the head and falls onto his lap.
He looks down.
It’s a brown-greyish ball.
A very funny looking ball that starts uncurling, and soon a pair of black eyes look up at him.
Antonio blinks at the armadillo and looks around to see the colored pillows and clothes he bought for Poland, Lithuania and Romano. He moves a hand to his chest, which hurts for no reason, and feels the simple silver cross he has had for a long time. It always meant a lot to him, but the thought that he lost it forever in the Civil War. He jumps out of the bed and looks through the window, his eyes looking toward the port of Barcelona. There are sails in the horizon.
As the last galleon vanishes, Spain notices the scars and pain in his chest and arms is disappearing, and he waits for the cross to do the same. That never happens, and he’s startled when the armadillo climbs up his back onto his shoulder, a colored scarf around him.]
Maybe I’m still dreaming
He looks down.
It’s a brown-greyish ball.
A very funny looking ball that starts uncurling, and soon a pair of black eyes look up at him.
Antonio blinks at the armadillo and looks around to see the colored pillows and clothes he bought for Poland, Lithuania and Romano. He moves a hand to his chest, which hurts for no reason, and feels the simple silver cross he has had for a long time. It always meant a lot to him, but the thought that he lost it forever in the Civil War. He jumps out of the bed and looks through the window, his eyes looking toward the port of Barcelona. There are sails in the horizon.
As the last galleon vanishes, Spain notices the scars and pain in his chest and arms is disappearing, and he waits for the cross to do the same. That never happens, and he’s startled when the armadillo climbs up his back onto his shoulder, a colored scarf around him.]
Maybe I’m still dreaming