AN: I've always wanted to do this :3

I don't know where the SpUk came from, honestly.

-shifty eyes-

Disclaimer-Hetalia is not mine, neither is the idea or Skype.

Spain sits at his computer one day, looking over some things. He wipes a few stringy strands of hair from his eyes, pasted to his forehead by sweat, because he'd been gardening earlier when his boss called him and asked him to look over a few documents he'd sent via email.

So now here Spain sits clad in nothing but skimpy white t-shirt and cargo shorts, skimming through government documents in his business email, inside his boring house instead of being outside in the warm and glorious sunshine tending to his vegetable garden. The asparagus he planted a while ago was finally starting to grow but he needs to trim a few weeds around the plant, but the tomato plants are growing perfectly.

For a while Spain's mind drifts off to his garden while he goes through his files, approving this and denying that, signing this and questioning that. He plows through the last of his work, saving his work and sending it back to his boss, then exits out of his business email and logs into his personal one.

"I've won a gift card to Wal-Mart again? That's nice….Haha, Prussia put up those pictures from last night! Let's see them…whoa, is France touching my-hey what's this?"

Those olive colored eyes navigate from the pictures of his Bad Touch Trio to a different email in his inbox. He opens his and quickly reads what it says.

"Inglaterra actually answered my question! Aww he seems so shy about it too, how cute~! I'll have to call him-wait, I'll do it right now!" He opens another window and logs into his Skype account, bouncing in his seat. England actually answered his question!

He searches his contacts to find that England is online and he video-calls the Brit, finding himself unsurprised when he's greeted with a few swear words.

"Damn it, you whiny git, sit still! I can't-" The blonde nation pauses to look at his computer screen, his head being the only thing in view. "Antonio? What the hell do you want?"

The Spaniard can hear a discting voice in the background, whining about something. He can't decide whether to question the strange noise or ignore it. "Uh, what are you doing?"

England grunts and yanks something, causing a scream to pierce the air. "Fuck England, that hurt like a bitch! You could've warned me before you ripped it out!" That familiar voice sounds like America. But why was he..?

"Then deal with your own splinters next time and stop running to me when you get one." England huffs. Spain can hear America mocking England in the background and he watches the man flare up in anger. "WATCH YOUR TONE WITH ME, AMERICA!"

The angered blonde turns back to the computer. "What do you want, Spain?"

"I got your message, Arthur. I can't believe you answered~!"

The blonde nation stutters and blushes, looking off to the side at something. "Belt up! It was no big deal, just common courtesy, is all."

Spain smiles at the other nation through his webcam, darkening the blush staining England's face. "Well, it was still nice, amor."

England's attention is caught by that last phrase. "…Love?"

Now it's Spain turn to blush. "I-I think I've got an idea!"

Both of them are grateful for the change of topic, England more so than Spain. "What's this great idea of yours?"

Spain opens a document editing program and starts typing something, much to the chagrin of England. The island nation sits impatiently and waits for the energetic nation to finish writing whatever he's got on his mind. He knows what would happen if he interrupts Spain's train of thought, so he keeps quiet and waits.

"There, all done!"

The island nation scoffs. "With what, may I ask?"

Spain flashes him the brightest smile England has ever seen on the nation. He doesn't know why the simple action causes an interruption in his heartbeat and a flutter in his chest, so he ignores it. "Voy a escribir mis propias cartas al mundo!"

"…What?"

"I'll write my own letters to the world, just like you Inglaterra~! Isn't that great?"

England stares at the Country of Passion for three minutes before his face makes contact with his palm.

"You'll hurt yourself if you keep doing that, Arthur~!"

AN: It's just what Spain says, he's answering letters so send them in!