#countryhumans Spain

[k1ng0k]

England is forever staying in the closet

[gelthefunkyblob]

Faces of West Europe.

[dacakeya]

¡OLE!, ¡OLE! 🇪🇸

[pikioz]

Spain design .

Btw hope this doesn’t offend anyone, i do not support corridas. But I do love the outfits of the matadores.

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[xertel]

fanart chibis :D

designs by sucker7puncher (instagram)

[polarbearlolol]

"Going to the beach"

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[petitvivi]

[charlezs]

[invaderfromhell]

La educación es primero✨🇲🇽

@theflowersonfire mi carnalita! Gracias!!

[weirdestbooks]

¿Quién es el País de España? (Wattpad | Ao3 | CH HHM Oneshots)

Spain had been born under Caudillo Franco’s thumb. His life had been dictated by that man, everything from his actions to his human name. Spain often felt that he was playing a role rather than being a countryhuman. He was just a doll to dress up any play, never a person with thoughts and feelings.

He felt empty a lot—maybe depressed. Not that he could tell anyone that. He had a reputation to uphold. It felt empty, which is probably why he played his part so well. It was something.

Spain was tired a lot. 

But…there was something in him that wasn’t, a tiny spark of life he hadn’t known existed. 

A spark that only appeared after he was told Caudillo Franco had died. 

Spain was still trying to process that. A part of him wanted to celebrate, to scream and cry and let out all the emotions that he had suppressed under Caudillo Franco’s orders. A part of him wanted to celebrate.

All of him felt nervous.

But no matter how much he wanted to, Spain didn’t cry. He just sat on his bed, wings wrapped around his body, so utterly numb. Everything was different now.

A part of him wished that Abuelo or Equatorial Guinea were still with him. They had been his rocks, the people who reminded him of his humanity on the days when his head was full of nothing, and Franco’s words were absolute. 

They had kept Spain feeling like a person. They, and the voices that whispered in his ears, brought him comfort and kept him grounded, even after they had both left.

But voices were still voices, and it didn’t help as much as a living, breathing person did. The past seven years without Abuelo and Equatorial Guinea had stripped that away from him. Even if Prince Juan Carlos didn’t treat Spain like Franco had, how was he supposed to recover from this?

Spain…he didn’t know. Anything. What was going to happen now, what was going to come of himself and his nation, all of it was a big mystery.

In a way, he supposed that was better. There was no way for him to get his hopes up. He would wait until his new role was given and then play that. It would…it would be better.

Right?

“I hope so. But…it could always go badly.”

Spain hoped it didn’t. He was good at playing his part, but he couldn’t deny the part of him that wanted to be his own person.

But he would have to wait and see.

[blixspaggeria]

Stupid art:/

[k1ng0k]

When single parents get together

Spain only has one biological son, Mexico. Portugal's only biological child is Brazil. The rest are all adopted.

[albertaso01]

Gastronomía

Este es mi primer cómic, por cierto

Pd: Acabo de acordarme de que se me olvidó poner contexto, así que mucho tiempo después aquí va XD

Básicamente, UK, Italia, Alemania y Francia se enteraron de que España es el único de Europa que usa la combinación de aceite y cerveza, y España decidió demostrarles que sabe lo que hace invitándolos a una comida típica española

[dacakeya]

Aca les dejo unos dibujitos de españita 🤙

[belorussiandino]

having fun 👑

also the lineart is messy because its basically just me coloring a sketch again 😁

here's your other versions

[senig-fandom]

Se acerca el día del padre aquí en México, y para conmemorar, realice este dibujito para nuestra madre patria jajajaja.

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-España, la madre patria, que en vez de seguir las condiciones como las de Inglaterra, decidiste combinarte con aquellos que muchos decidían matar, aun con errores y aciertos, seguiste los consejos de un viejo amor. 

‘‘No hay vida que se refiera a tu causa, te juzgarían por tu color de piel, por tu creencia, o por no creer. Te juzgaran por tu mente, por tu incapacidad, por tu virtud y tus errores, no te aferes a ellas, que ninguno te dará la mano para ayudarte.’’

Separados por amor

-Aun con eso, eres la prueba de un cambio, pero tambien aquel que se aferro a algo que nunca pudo mejorar, por eso dejaste de lado quien eras al principio y te dejaste llevar por la culpa, ahora, quien eres actualmente, España.

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Algo que pienso poner a futuro es los poderes de los Europeos, el cual se basa que sus poderes se muestran a través de un objeto en especifico, por dar un ejemplo, el de España es su arma una espada y su poder es el viento, el fuego y la cura. Mientras que Inglaterra su arma es un libro y sus poderes es la magia. 

¿Y eso que podría ayudar a mi historia?

Bueno, ¿recuerdan a Belice? y ¿Por qué se le dificulta tanto sus poderes a pesar de que practica muchas veces?

Bueno lo mas probable es que sea su sangre inglesa la que lo dificulta un poco, por lo cual, es mas Europeo que Americano, a pesar de ser hijo de un descendiente cercano a América.

Pero, bueno, recuerden, denle mucho amor y un regalito aunque sea pequeño a sus padres (si no a su madre o la figura que remplace a su padre, en mi caso es mi padrastro y mi hermano X3)

Espero y les guste VwV  🧡    🧡    🧡