The sun is slowly setting beyond the horizon, the sky turning pink, orange and purple as the air slowly, slowly turns from warm to cool. Spain is now taking the time to take a rest and just enjoy his surroundings. He's not quite sure what the Hotel has planned but he likes this floor a lot. The dude ranch has a couple of his favorite things, namely
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Aaron had always loved animals. As a child who was too shy and quiet to be noticed or want to make himself noticed, they had often been his main company when his brother was busy. On top of that, Aaron had a particular love for horses. Being able to go horseriding...it reminded him of the cavalry and J.E.B. Stuart and despite being stuck in the hotel he finds the nostalgia atleast serves to lift his mood, even after he had returned the horse he had ridden to the stables himself.
It's because of his good mood mainly that he decides to approach Spain whereas otherwise he likely would have gone on his way rather than bother the other Nation.
"Hello there. Mind some company?"
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Spain had almost completely fallen asleep when he hears the voice. He's not sure if he's heard it before but he doesn't mind the disturbance. It's probably even time for dinner anyway so it's a good thing to be woken up.
He opens his eyes and finds himself looking at... America? He's also here? The Iberian Nation blinks a bit blankly at "America."
"Not at all..." He answers, still a bit disoriented, voice a bit rough with sleep. Why does America sound different?
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"I wake ya up? S'rry 'bout that, I didn' realize."
Even if despite the apologeticness he still seems in too much of a good mood to really sincerely mean it. After all, dinner wouldn't be far off, someone would've had to wake the other Nation anyway.
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Sitting up gives him a good view of the sunset. It's really starting to get dark now and what's left of the sun is a beautiful sight. Spain sighs softly, contentedly. It's really nice to be out with nature like this.
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"...You're not America, yes?" He finally asks after a while.
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He smiles, one hand running through his hair. "Not tha way yer thinkin' of. I'm his br'ther, act'ally."
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He chuckles almost sheepishly. "Ah, where are my manners. I'm tha Confederate States of America."
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"A pleasure." He takes the other's hand in a firm shake.
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"For me as well." Spain says with a bright smile and returns the firm shake.
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There's a quiet chuckle, smiling himself though far more subdued, letting go of the other's hand. "How long have ya been out here?"
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"A while." The Iberian answers easily enough before glancing back out to the horizon. The sun is almost completely set now. "I got to know one of the horses."
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