the sword is a warrior's soul...

[conquererofseas]

The Spanish Empire was just wearing his tight trousers and his knee high boots today, his bare chest glistened with sweat as he was fencing against a invisible opponent with fierce fury. He missed the seas, missed his old life and really needed a distraction. The light weight of his épée within his right hand was a welcome feeling and his green

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[rebel_privateer]

[ The Confederate certainly needed a distraction. With times in his own world difficult to say the least and England missing, he often didn't know what to do with himself.

He's feeling better than he has in quite a while today, out taking a walk when he sees Spain. There's a sense of familiarity, as if he had met him before, but doesn't approach, instead watching from a distance. ]

[conquererofseas]

Antonio was much too concentrated on his movements with the épée to realize that someone was watching him in his training. A wicked grin emerged on his lips while he was still fighting his invisible opponent with fast strikes and cagey feints.
The Spanish Empire continued his exercise for another while, savouring the nostalgia he felt with his sword in his hand. Eventually the Spaniard paused in his movements and bowed to his invisible opponent, taking a deep breath as he had seemingly finished.
It was then that he realized that someone had been watching him and with a slight frown on his face he turned to look at the other. His emerald eyes surveyed the blonde with an sceptic look. He knew him!
"The Confederates, if I remember correctly?", Antonio asked a wide grin still present on his lips as he bowed his head in a polite greeting.

[rebel_privateer]

It isn't until Spain notices him that Aaron steps closer. He seems weaker now, haggard, as if it's a wonder he can walk steadily at all. But his smile seems genuine enough, returning the gesture politely.

"I am, yes. It's been a while, Spain."

[conquererofseas]

The Spanish Empire grinned at the other and took the wet towel he had brought with him to wipe off some of the sweat from his bare chest. The scars from the day England had drowned and burnt his precious Armada were still visible on the tanned skin of the Spaniard.
"It's been a while, indeed. How are you? How's England?", Antonio asked cheerfully, but hesitated right away a frown upon his face. Aaron looked exhausted, haggard. A concerned look became evident in his emerald eyes. "What happened?", he asked, his voice now more serious and with a hint of worry.

[britishnurse]

Well, this was rather interesting. Alice stood off to the side a bit, just watching him. She noticed the color of his eyes. Was this Spain? It had been a long time since she had seen the other nation, and she certainly wasn't used to seeing Spain as a male. It had been a long time since she had used a blade.

It almost made her want to find one of her own, but she doubted that the other nation would fight her. She knew that it was different if she was fighting the female Spain, after all, they were both women.

So she settled for just watching him for now. She didn't want to disrupt his training.

(OOC: Seeing this reminded me of this image.

[conquererofseas]

The Spanish Empire didn't realize someone was watching his exercise, as he was much too concentrated on his movements and on the épée within his hands. He loved the feeling of the well known weight within his hands and he realized just how much he missed it to fight, to conquer!
Eventually Antonio stopped and bowed slightly to his invisible opponent. His scarred chest heaved under his fastened breath and he wiped off some sweat from his forehead with the back of the hand. It was then, that he realized the woman watching him... The Spaniard winced startled and stared at her. Had she been watching him the whole time? Antonio blushed ever so slightly and cleared his throat.
"Excuse me, Señorita?", he addressed her, slightly puzzled - her face was somehow familiar to him, but he couldn't quite point out why.

[britishnurse]

His words brought her out of her thoughts. She blushed lightly and turned away a bit. "My apologies. I just stumbled upon you training. I didn't mean to stare."

If her face seemed familiar then her accent would really give her away as England. She had a classic British accent and she couldn't get rid of it. She remembered fighting over the seas with her own Spain. It took hard work to be able to become a privateer captain and get the respect of her crew.

[conquererofseas]

Antonio couldn't help but frown slightly at her words and he took one or two steps towards her, tilting his head curiously to the side. Not too old scars were clearly visible on his tanned chest, that was still glistening with sweat from his exercise.
"The British Empire?", he asked carefully, not wanting to upset a lady after all. But the similarities - especially considering the accent - where just blatantly obvious! The Spanish Empire couldn't help but stare at her as he had never seen his arch enemy as a woman!

[afterthefalling]

He wouldn't quite deny the.. ahem, differences between he and the Iberian nation -empire still it seemed- and still, that rift existed to this day. Perhaps not quite as much since the Fall and his hands were tied in affairs that were far more pressing. Like getting his precious capital back.

Nonetheless, there was a thrill in sword fighting that could never quite be forgotten. An odd phantom of freedom and savagery that no ascot or frock coat could quite mask. It wasn't Spain's rather infamous battle ax, but there was little doubt that the weapon in the other's hands resonated with its wielder. Dangerous.

"It looks as if you haven't quite lost your touch." This might not be the Spain from his world, but the barb had been unavoidable. Force of habits were difficult things to control.

[conquererofseas]

Antonio's emerald eyes betrayed just how concentrated he was on the much-valued weight of his épée within his hands, his movements were fast and daring. He loved to fight, to conquer and he had dearly missed it since he had arrived at the headquarters - almost as much as he missed the sea and his precious Armada. The Spanish Empire was however not noticing the audience he had, being too wrapped up in his exercise

[afterthefalling]

His own stay had been sporadic, the call of the Bazaar seemingly quite.. charismatic in its own way. He didn't know if he preferred this accursed, labyrinthine building, or Fallen London sometimes.

It was not easy, recalling his glory days, this proud Empire at his mercy. The tang of seasalt in the air, the taste of blood and rum on his lips, and the weight of pistol and sword in his hands. When death actually meant more than a fleeting moment of discomfort and a trip to the damnable sanitarium.

His lips quirked into a smirk, his eyes critical still though he maintained his relatively aloof visage, the very picture of an unaffected gentleman. "Do put that down. You'll poke someone's eye out." He jibed back, his grip on his cane tightening ever so slightly. The sword concealed within the walking -aesthetic- implement was slender and would not likely last long in a fight. But it would be enough.

[conquererofseas]

From the Spanish Empire's chest emerged a low growl as the Briton did nothing more but smirk at him and his sword, his emerald eyes narrowed further and revealed the hardly concealed fury within. Arthur really just had the guts to mock him? Antonio licked his lips subconsciously.
"Let me assure you, it won't be an accident if I'll poke someone's eye out.", the Spaniard sneered and a mocking grin crossed his features. "But take an advice, at least once. Don't startle men with a sword in their hand. They might cut your thick head off by accident.", Antonio ended, rising one of his eyebrows challengingly before he lowered his épée ever so slightly.
Even though the Empire really needed a distraction from missing the seas and the adventures of fighting he knew he shouldn't provoke a quarrel out of nothing. But he had never submitted to England's taunts...