Fight

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Title: Fight
Author: eskimo  
Character/Pairings: Spain and human OC
Rating: G
Summary: Some times it takes a good fight for people to become good friends.
Notes: First fic in 2 years, wow.

“A fight?” Antonio asked, looking up from his work to give the farmer’s daughter his full attention.

“Yes.” She sighed, placing her chin in her hands, watching her father’s newest volunteer. He was a handsome man and appeared suddenly, offering to help rebuilding part of the old barn because he help was short this year. How he knew, she did not know but her father welcomed him onto their property for the week as if he were an old friend. In fact, her father acted strangely when she asked how he could trust a stranger so easily in this day and age. What was it he had said? Antonio had known him since he was a child? No, surely, it must have been the reverse.

Regardless, the problem was, Antonio was a very handsome man and that awful girl from down the road, Clara, became infatuated with the stranger and graced their property with her annoying presence everyday just to speak to him. It would not have been so much of a problem if she herself did not like Antonio as well which is why she snapped at her so viciously earlier in the afternoon.

Antonio put aside his tools and waited for her to continue. “Do you want to talk?” He asked.

“No.” She replied. There was no way she could explain to him of all people.

“I understand.” Antonio answered, picking up a brush again and returning to tending the coat of one of her father’s bulls. He worked in silence; seemingly oblivious of the glares he received from the daughter.

“Y’know,” He began suddenly, stopping and leaning across the back of the bull, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. “It’s normal for friends to fight.”

She looked up, opening her mouth to correct him. “We aren’t friends.” She said quickly.

“Oh. “Antonio replied simply, “Sorry.”

Was he going to say anything else? She wondered, waiting for him to continue. Moments passed before he spoke again.

“Maybe you can become friends.”

She did not respond.

“Of course,” He mumbled as an afterthought, “Becoming friends doesn’t mean you’ll stop fighting either. And fights with friends are harder than fights with enemies. But just because you fight, that doesn’t mean you can’t be friends.”

“You’re horrible at giving advice!” She exclaimed, brushing straw off of her clothes and stomping back towards the house. Clara could have him! She thought. She didn’t need such a foolish man. What had she ever seen in him?

“I wonder if it was something I said,” Antonio wondered aloud, before shrugging his shoulders and giving the bull a pat on the back, “I hope they can become friends.”

The bull huffed almost as if it were responding to his question.

“Some times it takes a good fight for two people to realize they can be friends. Right, amigo?”

After Notes: First, I’m going to say that I just call Spain’s bull “Toro” because I’m pretty bad at naming things. I like Toro as a name anyways since I think Spain is a pretty simple minded person when it comes to names but yeaaaah.

Next, I have some headcanon about Toro. I have one version that says Toro is immortal as a national spirit so Spain has known Toro all of his life. Another version I have is that Toro is a regular bull and he can die (which is incredibly sad, to be honest). In both versions, Toro is a pardoned bull. Meaning, Toro was raised to be a fighting bull but instead of being killed in the ring, was pardoned for exemplary spirit in the ring. It varies some…

I can see Spain being the matador if Toro is immortal. If not, I normally see Toro being a bunch of pardoned bulls that live on ranches all across Spain, living the rest of their lives peacefully. To be pardoned is an incredibly special event and to fight a pardoned bull is a great honor. I can see Spain congratulating the fighter for the great honor and going to visit the bull every now and then out of respect.

Anyways, I wanted to write a story about this because I thought it was a good idea but I’m afraid I’m not a very good writer! Haha, even my professors say my writing isn’t on par with my analytical skills and thought processes! But I can only get better if I keep practicing so maybe some day, I’ll tackle this idea again.

I guess while I’m rambling, I want to also say I think Spain is very bad at giving good advice (and vice versa). He can give amazing advice but says it so simply and words it so horribly; it comes off as awful advice but really, its very good. And other times, he just gives bad advice.