As you watched France and England argue for yet another reason, you rolled your eyes, starting the countdown in your mind until they started fighting.
"Hey, chica, what's going on?" Spain grinned beside you.
Before you had the chance to respond, France and England began fighting.
"You wanker, all you do is cook to get in women's pants!"
"At least I don't pretend to be a gentleman when I'm actually a bipolar pirate!"
Spain blinked, "Uh, what are they arguing about?"
"The topic today is who's the most passionate with women. The only reason I'm here is because I need to make sure they don't kill each other," After a few seconds of silence, you turned to Spain, "Is something wrong-!"
"Hey, France and England! You're both wrong!"
The two blonds immediately ceased fighting to look over at Spain, who was still smiling. "Huh?"
"Neither of you are the most passionate. I'm the country of passion!"
You almost fell over from shock, if the brunet hadn't suddenly pulled you against him.
"Oh yeah? Prove it!"
Before you could even think about what Spain was going to try, he twirled you around once and drew you close again, dipping you down and kissing you.
As England and France twitched silently, Spain smirked against your lips.
Finally, those two had lost at something.