The Core

maryweather13:

Mobiverse letter challenge: Day 8 - El Dorado’s favorite…internet…friend? (To make this work I changed it to his favorite of Spain’s friends…actually…his least favorite really….)

I tried to like you. I really did. I tried so hard you would not even believe it! I was forcing myself to enjoy your company and it plain just wasn’t working. I’m sorry. I did my best, but the fact of the matter is I find you annoying, intolerable, egotistical, obnoxious, loud, disturbing, destructive-

Stop right now! Do not speak of him that way!

Oh…it seems like my host doesn’t enjoy me speaking ill of you. Well, he probably just doesn’t want to admit that I’m right. You are a complete idiot that just goes around shouting “I’M AWESOME! NO ONE CAN BEAT ME! I’M SO AWESOME!” Whoever invented that word needs to die….

He has a right to brag! He is-

Oh no, no, no! My other self is trying to defend you, but it simply can’t work. Okay fine! I actually liked your history, Prussia. I found it most interesting! Okay? There, I said it! However…it still doesn’t change the fact that your personality disgusts me. You have no right to brag about anything. And the fact of the matter is, Prussia…you are no longer a-

Don’t say it! Stop it!  

That is so amusing. My host here doesn’t want to admit how pathetic you really are. 

No. Stop. Prussia is just as awesome as he was back then! He is amazing and a great friend to France and me!

You are weak, Prussia. You were worthless to the point they abolished you as a nation and you were absorbed by your brother. You are not “awesome” as they say nowadays. In all technicalities…you are dead.

NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! How dare you say that! How dare you! Leave him alone!

Shut up! Prussia is a stupid, destructive idiot! 

Actually…in all honesty he reminds me of Atlantis in some ways. They are both loud. They’re both prideful, almost to the point of arrogance. They both get excited easily. Yes, there are indeed a few qualities in him that I also see in Atlantis. However, the differences between the two are substantial. For one, Atlantis was actually smart and never sat on his ass all day drinking beer.

You don’t give him enough credit! He is loud and a bit arrogant, but he is a wonderful friend. He listens to me and gives me advice when I need it! He-

Oh, Atlantis was a great listener. It’s one of the reasons we worked so well together. He too gave me advice if I ever came asking for it. Ideas would bounce between us like rubber and we could create the most spectacular things. Prussia…he’s really just an idiot. I could never rely on him for anything. 

Shut up! Shut up now! Shut up! 

I actually feel bad even comparing the two. Comparing Prussia to Atlantis is like…comparing dirt to gold. One far outdoes the other to the point that it’s simply unfair to put them in the same category. All I really wanted to do was write about how annoying Prussia is, but along comes Spain, getting all defensive and sensitive.

I stand up for my friends! You are the one who is obnoxious and arrogant! You wouldn’t know what a good friend was even if you did have a heart! I despise you! Don’t you ever insult my friends again!

I’ll insult Prussia, France, Romano…anyone I want to. However, you shouldn’t say such horrible things about me either. After all, I think you’re starting to become aware of the fact that I am you and there’s nothing you can do to change-

Spain threw his pen to the wall, not realizing he almost hit Romano in the process. 

“What is your problem? What the hell was that about?” 

“I…I’m sorry, Romano. I just…I….”

Romano stared intently at Spain. Something was wrong. He wasn’t his normal happy, stupid self. In fact Romano knew him well enough to know that even when he did seem fine, he really wasn’t. He could tell there was something bothering him, pecking at him in the back of his mind. 

And these letters seemed to be part of the problem. 

Romano shook his head and roughly snatched away Spain’s letter. He expected the other to put up a bit of a fight, but Spain didn’t even so much as move. He just glanced at Romano, a sad and worrisome look, before casting his eyes away again. 

Was there something shameful in the letter? Something Spain didn’t want Romano to see, but knew he wouldn’t be able to hide it forever? The only way to find out was to read. 

The already confused Romano only became even more confused as he read the letter. Spain was…fighting with himself? As if he was two people? It didn’t make any sense. And even so…why would a part of him hate Prussia? They were best friends. So many questions were running through Romano’s mind. 

“Spain….”

A small tear slid down Spain’s face and he shook his head slowly, still refusing to look anywhere but the ground. He tried speaking but only stutters and short words would come out of his mouth. 

“Come on.”

Finally, Spain looked up only to see Romano standing over him, his hand outstretched. Romano had put the letter in his pocket and was impatiently waiting for Spain to grab his hand and stand with him. He had to help the other man steady himself, but when they were situated he slowly led him away, making sure not to let him go even for a second. 

“Let’s visit the church.” 

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