Spain (Countryhumans)

*Spain was, without a doubt, a country known by any of the other countryhumans. Known both for historical reasons and for his extravagant personality. *

But of course! How can I not know him? Even the most distracted human would know him from afar, even if he was disguised in his human form. Always appearing at parties with his guitar, always being the summer sun of everyday life and making people laugh with his charm... And even doing his little shows on the streets with his favorite red guitar.

He was like that that day. With his ordinary outfit: the red flamenco coat he sometimes wore, the bell-mouth pants with arabesques, the white shirt with two open buttons at the top and the hat... Also flamenco.

There were some people around him applauding him with their beers or things like that in hand, laughing and all the time asking for music or other. And he always obeyed everything.

He stopped at some point laughing, maybe to get a bottle of water to drink. But he stopped in the middle of the action looking directly at the other side of the street.

"¡Eh!, ¡Tu!, ¡Sí, tu aí! Come here!" He exclaimed.

Spain was at one of his presentations at a party. He wasn't paid or anything, he just couldn't be without his little shows.

When he finished temporarily to eat something or rest, he didn't go near the people he knew. He went to a more isolated corner of the party still laughing with himself.

The adrenaline began to descend from his blood when he sat on a side bench. He suddenly looked to the side, saw a person sitting.

His instinct to comfort came quickly. Approached slowly the person.

"Disculpe... ¿Buenas noches? What happened to you, mi dulce?!"