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   “Wrong move,” called a voice darkly from the doorway. Turning around quickly you were greeted with the familiar (if not slightly more intimidating sight) of your ever affectionate boyfriend, Spain. “Toni!” you exclaimed happily. “Chica,” Spain answered, glaring at the two men. “Has anyone hurt you?” he asked an edge of worry creeping in to his voice. “No they haven’t,” you answered soothingly as you positioned yourself safely behind him[1]. “Bueno[2],” he whispered possessively, sending giddy shivers down your spine. Noticing a dark glint in your boyfriends eye