"Photoshop has stopped responding, please reload or restart the program."

"NOOOOOOO!!!!" You screamed, agony stabbing you like a knife.
"NONONONONONO! Please don't do this!!!" You begged to the inanimate object, trying to reload the program. You were greeted with a white canvas. Like an idiot, you forgot to save.

"This can't be happening..." You said, feeling tears form in your eyes, you didn't know what else to do. So you fell to your knees and cried.

You coughed loudly, breaking out into a small coughing fit. Your throat felt incredibly dry.
You laid on the floor in front of your desk, coughing and sobbing.
WHY ME???!!! WHY DOES THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME???!! You wondered.

You looked at the original art you had done for it, and you had wanted to do it on digital so you could blow it up...
You weren't really good at seeing your limits.

You must have fallen asleep eventually, because you awoke in a field, prancing around with the roses.

--

Spain grinned. "She's going to love this!" She thought happily walking up the road, her eyes beaming.
"Why are you dragging me along??!!" Lovina spat, angry at the spaniard.

"Because, I already told you! I might get too nervous."
"THEN GO FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO PLAY F*CKING WING-WOMAN! I'M NOT GOING TO DO IT!!!" She retorted irritated.
"Awe... Common, por favor?" Isabel begged.
Lovina sighed, "fine, but you owe me." Isabel grinned, hugging her tightly. "Gracias amiga!"
"De nada b*stard..." She muttered as they walked up to (Name)'s house.

Spain knocked on the door softly, her hands sweating, and her cheeks flushed with excitement.

After a couple of seconds she frowned softly. "Is she not home? I thought she would have been home by now..." Isabel said in confusion, hesitantly pressing the doorbell again.
Another minute past. Nothing.

"F*CK THIS MOVE OVER TOMATO B*STARED!!! YOU CAN'T RING A DAMN DOORBELL FOR SH*T" Lovina shouted angrily, shoving Spain out of the way.
"THIS IS HOW YOU RING A DOORBELL!!!" She exclaimed, pressing the button repeatedly, the bell sound ringing again and again,
Not stopping.

"I swear to god (Name)! You'd better be home or else I'm going to give you a mustache you'll never forget!!! I know your f*cking there!!!!" She yelled, fuming, continuing to bash the poor doorbell.

Mui dio... (That's how you say "my god" right? Sorry, I'm still learning Spanish...) Even when she's menstruating, I've never seen her this, well... Impatient. She's acting more like Romano... (Yes there is a difference...)

--

You groaned at the unpleasant sounds coming from your front door.
"I SWEAR TO GOD NAME YOU'D BETTER BE HOME OR I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU A MUSTACHE YOU'LL NEVER FORGET!!! GET YOUR A*S OUT HERE SO SPAIN CAN F*CKING PROPO-DO IT ALREADY!!!"

You groaned, you had finally managed to get your 9 hours of sleep...
You sighed, getting up you stretched. You were feeling much better then before, especially emotionally. You walked over to the door in your bunny PJs. The repeated doorbell ringing was starting to get to your nerves.

"Shut up already!" You yelled, and the doorbell ringing stopped. Jesus, the nerve of some people... You thought, unlocking and opening the door to see Romana and Isabel.

"Oh hey guys," you yawned. Receiving a happy "hola~" and a not so happy "Ciao..." From the two of them.

"So, why are you guys here?" You asked as you let them into your home.
"It's the day we became allied, remember?" Spain said cheerfully.

"Oh shoot! Sorry! Give me a sec I totally forgot just now!" You apologized, running downstairs to your room and looking around. You spotted the original drawing you did, sketched with pencil and colored with water colors.

"I guess I'll have to give her this then... It's not as cool as the poster though..." You sighed, running back upstairs to see Spain laughing and Lovina looking annoyed as usual.

"Here! This is for you. Happy birthday." You said, handing her the drawing. She beamed as she looked at it.

"dos mio! It's amazing! I love it!Have you ever thought of going into graphic design?! You sure have the talent for it!" She joked, smiling brightly at the drawing, her eyes clouded with memories.

You sighed, "not really... I'm not a competitive person."
"Hehehe..." Spain said awkwardly, remembering when they were playing splatoon a week ago.

"WHY THE FUCK DOES THAT PAINTBRUSH KILL ME EVERY FUCKING TIME!!!" You yelled at the screen, glaring at the player who killed you. "I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS BACK TO MARS MISTER!!!!"

"Oh! I nearly forgot... I got something for you too!" She said, feeling slightly nervous, hesitantly taking a small, wrapped box in the shape of one of those christmas present things, the perfect looking ones; out of her pocket.

"Just fuckin do it already! Quit sopping around about it!" Romana said, the reasoning for her recent anger being the fact that Spain had been whining about it all morning, not sure what to do.

Isabel handed you the present, you took it carefully.
"Thanks." You said. Undoing the little ribbon, and taking it off carefully, setting it on the kitchen counter.

You carefully opened it, to see a little slip of paper inside.

"Every time I look at you,
I can't help but smile.
It's stuck like glue.
We've been allies for quite a while.
And I realized how much I care.
I'd follow you around for a million miles and an inch.
You're so pretty it's hard not to stare.
It's been quite a ride
But I've decided to let you go as a friend.
And ask if I could take your hand as my bride?"
((CHEESEYIST, LITTERALLY THE WORST LOVE POEM EVER, I WIN EVERYONE GO HOME!!!))
You stood there in shock for a moment. Isabel got down on one knee, pulling a ring out of her pocket. "Will you marry me?"

And your choice how you answer...
I know you really can't go from just friends to marriage, but Hungary and Austria did it. So fuck it. And they were really close allies before too. (Spain and you in the story.)
I'M SO FREAKING EXCITED FOR HALLOWEEN!!! I GET TO WEAR MY COSTUME TOMORROW SO MY LEGS ARE FRESHLY SHAVED AND READY FOR MY FEM!PRUSSIA COSPLAY!!!