Dear Me,
I don't like begnnings really.
It's like the first episode of a Novella... nothing really happens.
I guess my story starts when I was just a little girl in 1469.
That was when I officially became Spain.
I wore my best dress to Isabella and Ferdinand's wedding. I didn't really like how everyone treatedme as a kid though... I was a country after all. But that's my fatal flaw isn't it? I keep quiet too much.
...
Then my story stays relatively quiet.
...
I conquer people, become beautiful, get bigger... But then, during my Armada years.
I met him.
The 'Other Me'.
Antonio Fernandez.
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The wind on my ship was making my long hair fly about behind me, and the little clothing that was on my body was certaintly losing it's fight to stay on. I was standing on the deck when I saw the ship bearing my flag.
The Spanish flag that is.
The salty air flew about me as I whipped around to signal to cut them off, but apparantley... so had the other captain. The ship in a matter of minutes is right next to ours.
He pulls out his axe and I pull out my even larger one.
"Who the fuck are you." I say, scowling.
"Antonio Fernandez." He replies, not letting his gaurd or his axe down.
"Carmen Fernandez." I say, keeping the same posture.
"Female/Male Personification of Spain?" We ask in sync.
We both let out little smiles and lower our battle axes.
"Hola, mi hermano." I say sticking out my hand.
...
That was how simple it was. That one moment and I had sealed my life as a housewife forever.
But there wouldn't be a story if I didn't get out somehow.
So now, without further waiting...
My full story.
