A/N: A short series of drabbles based of a page of Spain-centric doodles my friend did, one doodle of which on my suggestion, Spain was making out with his Evil, Conquistidor, Alter Ego.
Yah, uh, that is why he has the bloodied cape.
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" Who are you?!" the normally cheerful eyes were confused as he looked at a mirror imagine of himself.
"Come now, you know better than that.." it smirked, flipping the blood stained cape from Spain's war days over both of their shoulders and pulling him close in one swift movement. Their bodies touching caused an odd friction, though Spain didn't have time to think about it as his lips were mashed against the ones of his bolder duplicate.

" I'm you."