A/N: Written for the 30_gens livejournal community, albeit slightly edited.

It's not that he doesn't remember, it's just…days on the calendar meant nothing to him. He's Spain, a nation blessed (or cursed, he can never decide) with a long life, where days passed like seconds and a month felt like no time at all. Years were just a fraction of time and centuries past, blurring past quicker than he wanted.

Switzerland, on the other hand, was a stickler for dates and times and remembering said dates and times. Spain had been invited by Switzerland to go out for lunch and the brunette was surprised. Normally, Spain hated going out to do anything with the Swiss nation, since he was angry when Spain was even a minute late. The last time the two nations had an outing, Switzerland almost threw a fit at Spain being two minutes late.

"Fighting with South Italy and nearly being seduced by France on your way here are not acceptable reasons for tardiness, especially since you could have easily avoided both," Switzerland explained calmly, as if he expected to hear those same excuses. Spain sat at the chair and inwardly groaned.

…So much for those explanations.