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Hetaberia Week 2025 | Day 3: Crow | Diadema das Estrelas & Corona de los Camafeos
Fem!Portugal and Fem!Spain (Teresa and Isabel) wearing two of my favorite historical crows: The Diadema of Queen Maria Pia of Portugal and Corona de Sancho IV.
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Hetaberia Week | Day 2: Siblings, Regrets
Characters: Spain & Cuba, many Latinos do a cameo
Summary: Cuba was left behind, the last loyal colony and despite his will, he gets to know another side of Spain. Sad and musical feelings because of course with these two.
TW: Mentions of slavery, drug use, depression
The other Latin Americans mock Cuba when Antonio waves at him and he answers with a brief nod across an hotel meeting room.
- Daddy is calling for you.- Venezuela sing-songs. While pouring him whisky, as a peace offering. Her siblings laugh; Ecuador discretely, Colombia with a pitched, open laugh that makes Cuba chuckle too.- ĀæAre you going to join him?
***
Vicente is called the favourite, but itās not the entire truth, it might be true however that he tolerate Spain in ways he wished he didnāt.
It all went really fast. Napoleon conquered Europe, the Latin American colonies fought war and won eventually, and Spain was left with a handful of islands. The richest one was Cuba. Spain has owned a mountain of silver never seen before and then, his most priced possession was a sugar island. Not even the largest one.
- We are either bastards or slaves in the continent. This is the truth. - Says Haiti often with hate coloring his voice everytime he speaks of his former colonizer.- But I know Spain and England like to play house with you guys. At least the French never pretended I was something else. Good luck Cuba.
-I think the worst is that he believes it a bit.- Vicente confess. Haiti frowns.
-Somehow that might be worse. - Realizes Haiti. He nods.
From that point on the others did not see Antonio. They stole glances of his former metropolis at cold Brazilian and French and English meeting, registering if he was tired, suffering if he was as powerless as he looked. Vicente noticed and every time they got caught staring, he was given a sad smile. As if they were asking for forgiveness for leaving them behind. Otherwise he was far from their minds, him and Puerto Rico and Philippines and others. He didnāt fault them, it was not easy to build a country he supposes, he ached to know.
They did not know the steam boats, Seville was 15 days from Havana. Then he stopped arriving to Seville and started arrived to Bilbao and Barcelona. From a dream trip to the āMadre Patriaā going to Spain became almost routine, when too independent, of too abolitionist, he was exiled to Spain.
They did not know the bouts of compassion, he felt seeing Antonio smashing Visigoth glasses in the ugly paper wall in anger, when Colombia was once again lost. When Peru feel he cried a crazy yell and feel to the ground. It was Vicente who put him on ārocailleā divan. He wondered in at some level they could inflict some physical pain for living, if they had on their way owned a part of Spain. He looked at him at the gournd and as he was still his colony, and a Christian man he helped. Though he dreamed to be Colombia, and Argentina and PerĆŗ. He heard that they had liberated all the slaves.
Antonio felt warm, soft, like the goats Vicente sometimes help the farmers carry to the boats in Santiago.
āI can carry himā Vicente realized. āHe is quite light.ā
He was still like a mortal when they die Vicente stared at the bags leaving a pale half-moon under his eyes.
āI thought he was a God. I was so stupid.ā
Antonio wake up hours later. His eyes a little unfocused, his hair ruffled. When he looks at Vicente, is like he sees him for the first time. His eyes settle on the lamp as he lies.
- I think this is how Boabdil, the Last Kind of Grenada, must have feel. I too shall cry like a women for what I couldnāt defend like a man. - He smiles and itās tense. Their eyes meet, deep green like the sea, untamed and ugly after an hurricane. - ĀæDo you know āThe Romance of the Moor who lost Alhamaā, Vicente?
- No. - Itās a lie, he does, he loves old romances and chivalry books. He likes this tale of Spain of a time where he still hadnāt arrived to America. Where he could admire his valor because he was not the enermy of the conquered land.
- I will show you. Pass me the guitar.
It might have been the fragile state of Spain, but Cuba never shied from rebelion either. He is feisty and willful. Antonio thinks itās a good thing. He didnāt move. Didnāt make a sound, in quite defiance.
Antonio sat down, meet his eyes, there was a second, two. With Antonio they never knew, his fury could be terrible but know Vicente feels that the tmes or fury have gone. Then he laughed a clear, mocking laugh.
- Then donāt, boy. Do as you please, Iām still singing. You have always been willful, loyal, but willful.
Antonio voice is a light tenor and a deep alto when he wants. Today he is tired, it doesnāt carry. It is a short romance, he sings with plangent intonations, like the songs the exiled Jews sang in Cuba all those centuries ago.
Much can be says againt Antonio, but his singing is splendid. Cuba has nowhere else to go, so he stays.
**
Argentina thinks he should go to therapy. Maybe it is a disease, it came slowly and unwanted. The humanization of Antonio. They are not humans, of course they are monstruous things playing pretend.
Spain he would learn in Europe, is not more than anyone, older maybe, not wiser. For him he used to be a God to them but now Vicente notices the light mocking tone Francis uses when addresing him. He notices how England says :
āĀæA civil war? ĀæAgain? I guess you are a restless lot, Spaniardsā. Antonio clenches his jaw, and do nothing. Empires fall, he learns, itās a useful lesson. He has many other useful lessons, suddenly, Antonio talks to him about politics, about war.
Because still Antonio considers them absurdly, whisfully like his family. Them more than Guinea and The Philippines who pity them on the time they have to spend in Europe to avoid being ācontamitanedā by they neighbours. They pity them on how similar they are to Spain, how deep their destiny run together. They are mnostly sorry when the get to leave at the start of Autumn and the Caribbeans are expect to stay in Madrid for the winter.
- You are the favorite, Chente. Helps us convince him to go to Sevilla. ĀæIām freezing, are you not? - Jokes Puerto Rico, she became his sister during that times he thinks. She wans to go to Seville to meet the abolicionist groups she supports. Vicente thinks abolition will be good, but it will not come. He had heard from Antonio. There is only a way to follow their destiny.
- Iām still grounded, from last rebellion. He will take me to La Mancha, but I will convince him to let you go to Sevilla. ĀæWill you be able to go back?
She nods.
- Thank you for your sacrifice, Pearl of the crowns.- He grunts.
He got to know the house near Toledo, all medieval stone and so cold in winter that water would freeze on top of the swamps in the early morning. Antonio liked the calm, specially with the war.
There he spoke very little of politics and a lot of medieval stories. He recites poems that the Catholics Monarch heard even Vicente did it sometimes. He put the few medicine classes Vicente took at the University to good use by asking him to inject him morphine. The new miracle medicine all the elite where using from Barcelona to Madrid and San Sebastian. Vicente hated it, he did as profesionally as possible, the dose he came to find was thrice whar was recommended for mortals.
Antonio falls into a deep, dreamless slumber in from of Cuba without fear, not that he particularly trusted him but he thinks his Caribbean possesion incapable of hurting his metropolis. Cuba is mostly afraid that he might kill him, now the President of Parliamente know him by name and Antonio households knows he left with him. He understand why Antonio wants to forget the world in the extensive valleys of La Mancha. The civil war is raging. Carlists are closing on the north and last week, in Barcelona anarchist blown up a theatre. The papers all talk about Cuba, and he aches to go back.
Sometimes they talk before he speaks. Once, feeling intensely alone further from the sea that any island should ever be be knelt near the bed.
- ĀæWhat are you doing?- Antonio voice is slurred but he is amused. Lazily he extends his hand to pat his hair like the dogs the keeps in Sevilla.
- Antonio, please, let me go back home. - He whispered.
Spain breath evens, he closes his eyes. His hand falling to the side. Vicente sights.
- Do not beg, Chenteā¦. Itās unbecoming of a gentelman of your station. - Spain says before falling to unconciousness.
Thatās what kills him that in a twisted way, Antonio likes him. Somehow, he does like him too.
**
When Cuba and his ally America win the war, he heards Spain had welled and destroyed but he arrives serene in front of him.
Politicians call him traitor and other offenses he is all to used to. Antonio only looks at him with bloodshoot eyes.
- I hope independence is all you hope for Cuba. - He says calmy, playing the stoic Spanish night from El Greco portraits.
He clenches his jaw.
- Iāve heard the journals and the soldats. I will not become Americaās colony. Iām not being influenced by anyone, I will never regret this.
Spain seems distant and also like a regular human, he is almost his same height. Some centimeters shorter. His deep green eyes shine, a bit amused.
- Oh, one never regrets being free. Donāt worry. Take my advise, just one last time. You are a gentleman of the highest station, my own brother. Take the words of Castillan knights: āNi miento, ni me arrepientoā ā Antonio says and his voice is paused like every word is a chore.
- You could have some regrets. And you lie all the time. - He responds, unkindly.
A smile finds Antonio lips.
- Good luck Cuba, you will need it.
**
- Daddy is calling for you ĀæAre you going to join him?
- A bit later, when you guys tire me with your bourgeois imperialist propaganda. - He says and at this point is a bit of a joke. Even if he more often than not, he does leave after some political disagreement.
Sometimes Cuba he end the nights sharing a beer and a conversation with Spain even a cigar at times when he is feeling particulary generous. Spain likes his cigars much more than most of the others, he doesnāt find the smell too strong or the flavor too deep. The conversation goes until the night is deep and the moon is high, shining with a silver light reflecting on Antonio green eyes. Those nights feel like in a poem from a Spanish poet most of his sibling love and only Cuba got to know. Sometimes Spain even hums a melody. Nothing Spanish, no on those night. To please him he does a bolero, Mexican or Cuban about the moonlight and lost love.
It does please him.
Note:
Spain and Cuba have an ongoing deep political and cultural relation. Cuba was the first territory in the America conquered by Spain and one of the last colonies of the Spanish Empire along with Puerto Rico, The Philippines, Equatorial Guinea and Guam. Spain is one of the only countries that never cuts relation with the Island even when they adopted communism and even if they have they high and lows the relation is deeper that with other Latin American countries.
And Spain was indeed the last European country to abolish slavery as they were very interested in agricole exploitation in Cuba. The USA indeed helped Cuba achieve independence and where hoping to gain control in the island like they did to Puerto Rico but never quite achieve so because Cuba has protected them against that and annexion was widely unpopular.
Haiti is of course one of the first countries in the Americans to achieve freedom
"Ni miento ni me arrepiento" I don't lie or regret is the motto of Catillan poet Jorge Manrique and something of the paragon of the late medieval stoic castillan knight.
The title "The Emprisoned Brother" is a play on "La Hermana Cautiva" or "The Emprisoned Sister" a popular medieval Romance, of a knight recovering his long lost sister taken as a kid by Moors thinking he is kidnapping or saving a young bride.
Hetaberia week | Day 1: Pirates | Spanish Rock Hymns: La Cancion del Pirata
There blindly kings fierce wars maintain,
For palms of land, when here I hold
As mine, whose power no laws restrain,
Whate'er the seas infold.
La Cancion del Pirata - The Pirate's Song is a poem originally written in the XIX by Jose de Espronceda, who facing a difficult political situation had to exile himself in Portugal, Belgium. France and Holland before returning to Spain. A Romantic view on a pirate's life it also reflects his errances and travels. Reinterpreted by rock groups starting with Tierra Santa it fit the lawless, freedom and power of the rock movements born at the end of Franco's dictatorship . English Translation
