The Truth

Chapter 6

"Why are you here!?" My father growled as he stood with his arms crossed, glaring at the spanish country. Pacific laid down behind him, growling at the country that stood before us. Spain stood beside me, a shadow covering his eyes as he looked down towards the ground. Britain stood in front of me, blocking the country's view of me, his hands clasped behind his back.

    Once this ... country arrived my father immediately called off the ball, evacuating everyone and had Hector go in search of Pacific in the meantime. It was actually very chaotic, we are still in the same room, except the only difference is that it is just us.

    Reichtangle looked towards my father with a confused look, "You met him before?" He questioned with a raised brow.

    My father glanced at Reichtangle for a moment before looking back at the country, "Not personally no." He then gestured to Pacific with his thumb, "Pacific has though and told me everything this b@$tard has done." My father spoke in a harsh tone, not taking his own eyes off of the country.

I looked around Britain, trying to identify the country's flag but ... it isn't too familiar to me. Sure I know most countries some people wouldn't know but ... my brain can only take so much. Besides I didn't study the country's flags, I studied animal behavior and such.  Not to mention, history wasn't my strong suit.

I looked over towards Spain, he did mention this guy was his father ... who was before Spain again? I thought Spain was always called ... Spain, guess I was wrong. "Stay behind me love, Spanish Empire is a lot like Spain." Britain whispered, glancing over at me for a moment, adjusting his stance blocking my view from him.

"Except he's way worse." I turn around seeing Reich standing right behind me, not taking his eyes off the country. The rest of the countries standing behind him, a few standing by my side as if to try and hide me away from Spanish Empire, keeping me in the middle of the herd.

"Why to attend the ball of course." Spanish Empire answered calmly, gesturing to the empty ballroom around him.

"You are not welcome here." My father spoke firmly, Pacific growling in agreement.

"Oh? But you let a mass genocidal murderer in?" Spanish Empire questioned him with a smirk, gesturing to Reich with his finger. "I think you should be kicking him out along with the tyrants and communists." Spanish Empire added, gesturing to Soviet, Russia, Russian Empire, Martial Law, and Reichtangle.

I grinned my teeth, he was right, but that was all in the past. They have changed for the better and besides ... Russia isn't even a communist, they only call him that because of his father, it's practically an insult to him. I shove my way past Britain before saying, "You have no right to question us on who we invite, you came here uninvited-"

"Oh so this is the little flower." Spanish Empire interrupted, while I glared at him in response, looking right into his grey eyes which held confidence. "I was wondering what the talk was all about, now I see." He spoke as he took a step towards me to which Britain took a step forward as well, causing Spanish Empire to freeze. His eyes widened for a second before he erupted into laughter, "I see you are protective mi amigo. Relax, I won't try anything ... todavia." A smirk played on Spanish Empire's lips.

"Dad." Spain spoke, catching Spanish Empire's attention. Spain looked up from the ground, revealing his eyes which held an agitated look. "Why are you here?"

"To see what all the fuss is about." Spanish Empire spoke with a shrug. "I haven't seen you be with a woman this long, much less not having any putas on the side." Spanish Empire smirked, while Spain's stare hardened, his hands clenching into a fist. I looked over at Spain with a confused look, not knowing what Spanish Empire was talking about. "Now flor pequeña, care to add another country to your group." He spoke with his hand extended out.