[voicemail]

[unnoticeable]

E- eh?! O- oh! Sorry. I'm sure that your call is important but I'm either not available simply busy... mon dieu. I'm rambling. My apologies. A- anyway, please leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can, eh. Thank you.

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[Voicemail] Late in the evening.

[conquiste.livejournal.com]

[Silence for a little bit and then suddenly you hear the elegant strumming of an acoustic guitar. Strong fingers fly across the strings, making them hum and Spain's voice filters through, strong and lovely, singing an old Spanish (region specific! From Barcelona) serenade. It's not terribly long: short and sweet.

The message ends with a laugh and the sound of the guitar being set down. Then:] Just wanted to let you know you're always on my mind, querido. Sweet dreams, now~

voicemail; around siesta time.

[vimyridge.livejournal.com]

YOU. [Was that finally a normal-level tone? Why yes, yes it was.] ...are the sweetest person ever.

Expect a retaliation when you least expect it, mon petit chou. [Make no mistake about it, dear Spain. He was going to do something sweet right back - sometime. It wasn't because he felt like he needed to after that, but because he wished to do so.

Oh. He also had one more thing before hanging up as well and it was rather cheeky at that.] Voulez-vous couchez avec moi ces soir.

[Voicemail] About an hour later.

[conquiste.livejournal.com]

[The sound of things suddenly rustling as if in a rush] .........I'll be over in a few minutes, hermoso. [The gentle sound of a kiss up against the receiver and then it's as if he just...dropped the phone and bolted]

[vimyridge.livejournal.com]

[Spain, Spain, Spain. What is he ever going to do with you? He's going to have to remember to leave such messages a bit more every now and then as a little surprise.

The door will be unlocked, anyway, and even opened a crack so he can just come right in.]