A/N: More Hetalia from the kink meme on LJ. This time with colonial!Spain being a forgetful dad.

More Kids Than You Can Count

Someone was talking to Spain. He recognized the face of the girl, that was certain, but the name was coming up a complete blank.

"Are you even listening to me?" the girl asked with a frown, hands on her hips in the universal sign of frustration.

Spain waved his hand in acknowledgement. "Of course I am!"

The girl rolled her eyes. "Then what was I saying?"

"Uh…why don't you go play with Guatemala? I'm sure she'll have time to talk to you. Papa's busy."

She exploded. "I am Guatemala! That's it, I'm done with you! You don't even do anything!" Guatemala stomped away, mumbling angrily under her breath.

Spain just stared after her. "Whoops." He finally just leaned back in his beach chair and closed his eyes, letting the sun and wind drift him to sleep. He had come to visit the Americas to 'spend quality time with his kids,' or in Spain's special brand of Spanish, 'escape the forever warring France and England by doing nothing on a beach somewhere.'

A shadow blocked the sun out causing Spain to open his eyes to see which country was bothering him now: Romano, also with an unhappy face. Really, was no one happy to see him anymore? He tried to ignore the Italian but that plan was ruined when he was promptly shoved off the chair and onto the sand.

He spluttered, sand having made its way into his mouth, "What was that for, Romano?"

"For you being a dumbass," Romano said bluntly. "Can you at least put some effort into learning the names of the countries you've taken in?" He helped Spain up, but remained frowning.

"I do know their names!" Spain said defensively. "All of them! It's not my fault their faces are all kinda starting to blur together." He trailed off on the last sentence, figuring it was best he didn't say that out loud.

No luck, though. Romano heard him. "Well maybe if you hadn't adopted so many at once this wouldn't be a problem!"

"Hey hey hey! This wasn't my fault. Blame Chris! He's the one who decided to come over here in the first place!"

Romano rolled his eyes and dragged Spain back to the villa that had been given to them for their stay. "You're gonna learn their names. You want the same thing that happened with America and England to happen here?"

Spain sulkily allowed himself to be pulled inside the villa where his adopted kids had congregated. A few glared at him, some still holding resentment from the requerimiento and repartimiento when Spain first came to the Americas. He gulped.

"Hey guys, what's up?" Nothing, the room stayed silent. "So, maybe I haven't been all that good at remembering your names…so, uh, we're gonna play the Name Game!" Grumbles reverberated throughout the room, but they all went along with it. Romano left Spain to deal with it on his own.

Years later, after Spain got distracted by conflicts in Europe and the countries declared their independence; he would say that this was the disaster that changed it all. No one should be forced to play the Name Game with a bunch that were already mad at his absentmindedness. How was he supposed to know that Paraguay and Uruguay weren't twins?