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Summary: It's the sight of her dainty hand casually resting atop the Spanish Empire's arm that makes England’s blood boil.
"Careful, Angleterre. Spain as he is now is not someone you want as your enemy."
England roughly shrugged France's hand away and gritted his teeth. "There is a difference between conquering child-colonies and battling a seasoned nation like myself, Frog."
"Marie is almost as old as you," France pointed out, "and as experienced in the ways of the world. As is her brother. And yet, they had not the strength nor the means to stop Spain from collecting them into his empire."
England was about to snap at France's words when he saw Belgae dusting of Spain's doublet, trailing the palms of her hands down his chest and laying them to rest there for far longer then propriety would allow. His snark reply died on the tip of his tongue, seeing green now instead of red.
"She doesn't seem to mind belonging to him, does she?"
France chuckled. "You are so easily fooled, Angleterre. As, no doubt, most men would be. She's merely playing the part of subordinate nation. She may not have the physical strength, but chère Marie has her wits and her charms to get what she wants."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you seem pleased with yourself when you say that."
"Well, I might have taught her a trick or two," France said cheerfully.
Chapters: 2/?
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Belgium/England, Belgium/Spain
Characters: England, France, Belgium, Spain, Austria
Additional Tags: Historical Hetalia, 16th Century CE, Elizabethan, The Habsburg Empire, Friendship, Alliances, Pining, Fluff and Angst, Tension, Grumpy England, Sly Belgium, France Being France, Conquistador Spain, Stuck-up Austria, Childhood Friends, Crushes, Internal Conflict