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Spain saw Belgium's wooden cabin up ahead. It was rather small and primitive in his olive green eyes. The aroma of coming Spring rain filled the air. It was already dark outside and the cool wind had picked up. It'll be nice to get out of the weather before it started raining, he thought.

The Spaniard rode up on his dark bay, mare. His muscles ached from riding for such a long period of time. He dismounted and groaned. His sore legs felt a little wobbly as he found the strength to stand up. The horse's neigh was almost ear piercing. Spain knew the creature was at her limit as well. Unfortunately, Antonio didn't see a barn with the rustic cabin.

He assumed this Belgium was a poor, country bumpkin that probably needed a man to run about. He smirked at his dirty thoughts ran through his head. The man loved women and to find one that was a nation was invaluable. It took months to negotiate with Austria over Belgium. Spain hissed between his teeth, remembering how that haughty aristocrat flaunted his own wife around but now it was all said and done. Belgium was his.

Spain's smirk turned dark. He couldn't wait to gloat to that obnoxious English bastard, Arthur. Antonio was a conquistador as well as a pirate. That English prick was always getting in the way of things, save one, to have a woman in his home that was exactly like him. He couldn't wait to explore every inch of her when he has her warm his bed; of course if she was as pretty as Francis said she was. He knew that Frenchman had a way of exaggerating things. Antonio kept a lid on his hopes. The male nation didn't want to be disappointed later if she turned out looking like a toad.

Spain felt the already soft soil start to turn to mud as rain started to bead down. The sky cracked with thunder, and the clouds darkened further. The evening turned to night quickly. The Spaniard ran his leather gloved hand through his cocoa colored hair. His olive green eyes, did not look amused at the weather. Antonio let out a long sigh as he walked up to the barren, wooden door. He knocked loudly.

"One second', he heard a beautiful, angelic voice ring from inside. It actually gave him pause. Well if she wasn't a pretty senorita, she could at least sing to him. He waited patiently after hearing a few pans clank and bang together. The door unhitched and slowly opened, just enough to see a slightly shorter, golden blond peer at him with dark green eyes.

The woman's golden locks draped around her shapely face. Her higher cheek bones and creamed flesh were dotted with a few freckles where the sun had kissed her smooth skin. The nation's lips were full and pink, they seemed to taunt him to kiss them. Her eyes fluttered a moment at the stranger dressed in red traveling cloths.

Spain was taller then her. She practically came just under his chin, forcing her to look up at him. His red, finely tailor tunic laid neatly on top of his dark olive colored skin. He had dark, messy hair that was becoming soaked in the on coming rain. his black riding breeches and his black leather buccaneer boots didn't seem to go at all. That included the baldric that laid diagonally across his black leathered vest; fastened together by a bright silver buckle.

Though Belgium's eyes remained on Spain's olive green orbs, she did take a side glance at his weaponry on his leather belt. One silver hilted saber, one silver hilted dagger and a black money pouch. He was traveling light, she thought. He mustn't be any real trouble, so she decided to speak with him after giving him a cautious eye. The Spaniard didn't mind at all. A woman living alone, should be cautious to whom ever she decides to open the door for.

Spain's eyes couldn't help but drink in her womanly features. It seemed even France, undermined her natural beauty. He remained speechless, as he forced a lopsided grin. Bel raised a blond eye brow this his boyish actions. "Can I help you", she asked in a warm tone. Antonio almost fell over as his heart skipped a beat. He soon found the strength to speak as he managed to get his heart under control.

"Hola, are you Belgium", he asked in a thick Spanish accent. Bel became a little more cautious hearing herself being called by her true name; she slowly narrowing the gap in the door. "Ja and you are", she asked in Dutch. Luckily Spain spoke the language, since he had to deal with Belgium's brother all the time. "Excellent", he chimed. "No need to worry", he tried to reassure her. "I'm Spain, senora. I'm your new boss." His smile grew as he bowed in respect.

Belgium slammed the door after her eyes grew wide. Spain looked a bit puzzled as his brows furrowed. He could hear her through the thick wooden door. "Go away! My broer told me about you!" Her voice was sharp and had lost all pleasantry. Antonio pinched the bridge of his nose as annoyance started to creep up his spine spilling over his shoulders, and up to his head. This caused a mild headache.

Spain chuckled darkly. This was not what he had expected at all. He mumbled in Spanish curses. The rain started to come down harder. A cold chill ran down his neck. It wasn't helping his mood. Antonio begun to rub his temples as he closed his eyes.

"And what did he have to say about me, senorita?" Spain desperately tried to keep a calm voice though it was already sounding unamused. If only he could get her to even crack the door open just a little bit, he could push himself through but it didn't seem it was going to be that easy. The woman was on the defensive and pushing every nerve he had left.

A voice, muffled by the door, yelled out. "You're a cruel, unforgiving person who only cares for gold! He told me not to trust you! Now, please go away!" Spain looked up at the rain, even holding his hand out to catch a few drops on to his black leather glove . He clicked his tongue across the roof of his mouth.

His olive green eyes fell on the door again. Anontio was doing all he could to keep his temper in check, but it was becoming more and more difficult as the minutes passed. "It seems you are well informed." Spain felt a trickle of cold rain run down the back of his neck, causing him to twitch. He felt him slowly slipping into full on anger. He punched the door harshly with the side of his fist. Belgium either yelped from being startled or fear, he didn't know which but it amused him a little.

"Now, I'm here to pick you up and take you home. You're mine now!" Antonio was now vibrating with anger. "No", she spat back. "I refuse!" "Belgium...", he growled in a deep Spanish tone. His heart was racing and he could feel the heat in his Spanish blood starting to rise.

A soft creak of a back door was heard. Spain paused a moment. She finally gave him an opening he needed. Spain heard her soft foot steps as she ran through little puddles in the mud beneath her feet. "You know this would be a lot easier for you if didn't resist", he called out. His sadistic side allowing her to feel a little hope before he crushed it.

He quickly takes off after her. A dark green, simple dress ran towards the direction of the wheat field just below the hill to her house. Belgium hopped the wooden fence, like a man would, with ease. Antonio took note she was light on her feet but she was still slow. Once he realized how easy it was to catch up to her, he smirked. He adored cat and mouse games and she unknowingly was entertaining him to the fullest. He allowed her to reach the field but that was far as he was going to let her go.

Spain grabed her by the arm and yanked back as he dug his heels into the dirt. The sudden stop, combined with the swift jerk, Bel was hurled back into his chest with her nose smashing into it. Belgium felt nothing but terror at the moment. She knew, deep down, the man was going to do something to her. The female nation panicked. She tried to pull away, flailed around, and started to beat his chest with her free hand.

The beating was more like a patting to him. He let out a healthy laugh. Spain was amused at her feeble attempts to get away. The ugly sky lit up briefly and cracked loudly. Raindrops gathered in both nation's hair and begun to come down in thick lines over their cheeks, falling from their chins. Belgium gritted her teeth as she shivered from the cold but continued to put up a fight.

"Let me go", she demanded. The golden blond nation stopped to look the Spanish devil in the eyes. Her slightly, longer then shoulder length hair stuck to her brow and cheeks. Her eyes swam in shades of light and dark green. The woman's simple green dress, stuck to her body, showing off every curve and ever feature. Spain took a long, hard swallow. He had one simple word that popped in his mind, hermoso. Antonio felt the prickling of anger disappear as he was taken back by her beauty.

Belgium's curses in Flemish caused Spain to snap out of his daze. "Let me go", she spat again angrily. He chuckled darkly. "Why would I do that, senorita?" The male nation, tightened his grip on her arm, threatening to bruise the tender flesh beneath the fabric. "Because...", the female nation snarled between her teeth like a rabid dog. In a split second, not only did Antonio hear his dagger on his hip unsheathe but he felt the weight of it, removed.

Spain wasn't a stranger to feeling a sharp blade pressed his skin. The nation was, how ever, surprised to feel the tip of his own dagger pressed against his jugular by a woman. If that English bastard ever heard of this, he would never be able to live it down, he thought with disgust. "If you value your throat, you will." "You wouldn't", he gasped briefly as his olive green orbs widened. Her eyes flared but her hand faltered as it trembled slightly. "I would", she assured him in a sharp tone.

The pirate had been bested at the moment. Spain was impressed by the cunningness of the woman. She may have been a slow runner but she was quick with her hands. Spain felt his attraction deepen. He bit his lower lip and his eyes filled with hunger. His guise sent a shiver down her spine that was colder then the rain. Belgium was on full guard.

The nation's heart was pouncing all over the place. She was frightened and Spain could see it etched into her expression as her eyes narrowed on him. Antonio could feel she didn't want to hurt him but he took in the factor of her anxiety. People who were scared, with no place to go won't hesitate to follow through with their threats. On that notion, he let go of her arm and put his hands up in a defensive fashion. He took a few steps back, giving her some breathing room.

Belgium quietly thanked her brother for teaching her a few pick pocketing tricks. She'd have to write him and inform of him of today. He'd be proud, she thought amusingly despite how afraid she was.

Bel took in a deep breath of fridged air. Thunder rolled again. The smell wet soil and vegetation started to fill her nostrils. It was the first time her other senses really started to kick in. Belgium took it as a sign her body was calming down now that there was some distance between the two of them.

Feeling better, she could see the Spanish nation looking like a soaked rat dressed in red and black. She herself clicked her tongue as her eyes drank in his own beauty. He was definitely a man that was in his prime. The red fabric hugged his toned, muscular features. At first glance she thought he was just really skinny, but in truth, he was just lean.

His dark messy hair, was short but little curled clocks still stuck to the top of his ears and his brow. Spain's olive green eyes were also another marvel to her. She had never seen someone with as light as eyes as his but with dark, skin. It was in contrast to her own slightly pale skin. His seemed almost gold in color but yet brown. Bronze would be a way to describe it, she thought.

"Senorita, may I suggest we go inside. The rain isn't stopping any time soon." Her cheeks dusted with a light pink. Spain was to wet, to tired, and to cold to notice. "Well I guess I can't really leave a poor soul like you out in this muck, can I?" Bel huffed, as she entertained the idea. "I tell you this much, keep your distance and I'll share some of my stew and you can use my brother's bed. In the morning you leave though."

Spain wanted to argue but didn't have the strength. He was exhausted from the long ride and not to mention dealing with his own emotions stirring inside. The male nation nodded allowing her to walk by him with the blade still pointed in his direction. She dropped her arm with her back turned.

Spain saw an opportunity to over power her but before he even took a step. "Don't think about attacking while my back is turned." She signed as she continued to slowly walk away. "I don't forget things easily Mr. Spain. I will remember it if you do and you will be stuck in my home over night. You are already tired and probably hungry. After you eat, it'll be more then likely you'll fall asleep like most men who have had long days but keep in mind I'm awake and alert. I will not hesitate to remove your manhood when given the chance."

Antonio waited till there were a few more feet between them. "Senora, I may be a pirate and when it comes to gold there isn't much I place above it save a few things. My manhood being one of them." Bel paused a moment to look over her shoulder as he begun to follow her. "Good, then we have an understanding."