"No merecemos el olvido, somos la vos del pueblo", dice un señor sentado...

Ay, I think I'm late...

[He'd sort of wandered away from Laguna and company, in favor of following his homing instinct toward where he assumed Goldenrod City to generally be. It'd taken him over two weeks, but he'd finally found the place he was looking for... aaand not the people he was looking for.]

France, did I miss you guys? I ran most of the way, but I got sidetracked chasing a really cool fish down, see? [He turns the gear to face a Magikarp who is splashing around inside a fountain with Altivo the squirtle.] I named him Gabriel! [...At least, he assumes it's male. It's hard to tell with apathetic androgynous fish things.]

So, where am I supposed to go from here?

Player
Name: Xep
Personal Journal: xep_lag
E-mail: xep_lag@zoho.com
AIM/MSN: xeplag (rarely if ever used)
Timezone: EST
Current Characters in Route: N/A

Character
Name: Spain; Antonio Hernandez Carrieda
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Timeline: Since Hetalia just follows current events, I'll say "present day" as a catch-all.
Canon Resource Links:
Character Info ==> http://hetalia.wikinet.org/wiki/Spain
Country Info ==> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_Spain

Personality: At first glance, Spain is just a happy-go-lucky bumpkin with no ability to read the atmosphere. There's nothing wrong with this, because it's completely true of him. As long as there's sunshine, tomatoes and friends, Spain is a constant source of optimism and happiness. He's a very slow-paced person, someone who does whatever he wants, when he wants to and how he wants to. Unfortunately, because of this he can also come off as insensitive, lazy and stubborn.
Spain was not always like this, though. Back in the day, the Spanish Empire was a cruel and surly boy. Those were his teen years; when he searched endlessly for gold and constantly warred with England. In those days he was a spoiled brat, the sort that went out and stole from others, got drunk on a nightly basis, and hung around brothels for lack of the finesse to get dignified women. Normal pirate shenanigans. That part of him hasn't faded away completely; it was ripped apart by England and Netherlands, in addition to the child form of America. Being forced to change and become happier and nicer means that occasionally, he will slip up and lose his temper once again. But with every year that danger receeds a bit more.
Nowadays, Spain is the sort of person who is happy as long as everyone around him is. When his company is too serious, he's prone to randomly breaking out in song or making a joke that is out of place, ruining the mood enough to make everyone lighten up. He doesn't have the real skills needed to cheer others up, but he's so laughably horrible with handling the emotions of others that his attempts often end up cheering them up anyway; he's just impossible to hate for long (although England succeeds with streaming colors). His greatest skill is his knack for silly cheer-up chants, gifts and songs that make it hard for others to stay upset.
Spain is very fiercely loyal to people who he likes. This mostly includes Belgium, North and South Italy, France and Prussia. His other colonies too to some extent, but not as much as to the aforementioned. His love for South Italy is the strongest; during the colony days of Italy, he would continuously bleed both blood and money protecting little South Italy, keeping him safe from everyone else and nearly getting himself killed. This isn't as special as most would think, but it is the most prominent example. If any of the people closest to him are in danger, he doesn't think twice about taking bullets for them.
Spain is very immature when it comes to cute things. Especially turtles and children. He's been accused of pedophilia on several occasions, but he actually doesn't understand the term. Though he did fall in love with South Italy, a child at the time, and ask him to marry him, Spain isn't technically a pedophile. He just doesn't seem to think of age as an issue. Age, gender, sexuality and other such details don't mean much to him, as long as love is involved. And because of that, he tends to miss out on the meaningless sex with citizens that his best friends enjoy. He charms the pants off of women and goes home untouched, waiting instead for the affection of his South Italy.
Though he normally has the patience of a saint, it is very much possible to push Spain to anger. It is hard, something that must be done with true gusto, but possible. When that happens, he completely snaps. He becomes rash, violent, and cinical. He will start out yelling, and hopefully that ends it. But if they continue to annoy him, he will start attacking them. This knows no boundaries; he could strangle his best friend without thinking twice about it. Anything just to quench his anger as fast as possible, because he is terrified of that side of him. He can't retain memories in this state, as it's a recession to his teenage self. Afterward he will feel unspeakably horrible for his actions, but somone will have to explain to him that it happened at all. In this mode, he also becomes confused when seeing grown-up forms of people he knew back then as children, such as the Italies and America. Because of this, only France and Prussia have any real power as far as calming him down before he's run his course; they look the same to him regardless of age.
It is canon that Spain has been madly in love with South Italy for centuries, which started slowly when South Italy first came to live with him and has advanced over the years to full-on head-over-heels infatuation. South Italy has the privilege of bending Spain to his will more than anyone else, because Spain is determined to do absolutely anything to make his precious Romanito happy. Spain is also prone to becoming overly affectionate with South Italy and actually irritating him to the point of physical attacks, although these have little to no effect on Spain's confidence. He is completely sure that South Italy will eventually accept his love, if he waits it out. It is heavily hinted that South Italy does not return his feelings at all, although I'd leave that up to the disgretion of his player.
Strengths/Weaknesses: His canon powers include being exceptionally old (currently at least 1602, although he looks 24), inability to die from mortal blows (instead entering a permanent coma until someone can help him or his body heals normal), and the ability to take random Spanish things out of his pockets. The last two will not take effect in-game due to godmoding potential, although the immortality sort of follows the death rules anyway.
His strengths are mostly outstanding happiness, and exceptional physical strength. He can happily wear heavy armor and carry around a large battleaxe over his shoulder without a problem, which is also good for carrying other people around for long distances.
His weaknesses include extreme laziness, as he cannot be awake for more than six hours without a nap, and an inability to deal with strict people or occassions. He's also very bad at math and telling time.

Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Breeder
Starter: A squirtle named Altivo.
Password: Scrambled Eggs :3

Samples
First Person Sample:
Ah! So that's how you open this! [The gear is currently.. upside-down. Have a happy Spaniard is proud enough of turning it on he doesn't take the time to notice details like that.] Hola! Can someone please tell me where I am? I woke up in a very pretty woman's house, but I don't think I knew her last night... actually, I don't remember drinking last night at all.
[Enter a certain blue turtle, who has decided rooting through Antonio's "belongings" is a great idea.] H-hey! Be careful with that.. that's all we've got to use for a few days! [The squirtle completely ignores him in favor of eating his lunch. He sighs and turns back to the screen.] Oh well... has anyone seen a boy named Romano? He's this tall [About half a head shorter than the speaker.] he has brown hair and hazel eyes and looks really cute when he blushes. And he has a cute little curl in his hair that looks like this. [He signs it out.] If you can help me find him then I won't need any more help, I promise.
Third Person Sample: The sound of an alarm clock startled him awake, and he rolled over to curl up on the half Roma normally occupied. The problem was, Roma was not there. Neither was the other half of the bed. Instead he hit the floor violently and hit his forehead against the bedside table. He opened his eyes to find a room full of toys that might've belonged to one of Japan's female citizens. All these little creatures, not quite animals but close. Maybe he slept over at a girl's house.
He was answered by the voice of a woman, the owner of which soon followed into the room. She was asking him if he was okay, and with a groggy start he realized she wasn't talking to him in Spanish. Or Japanese. He looked up in confusion, only to be pulled off the floor and almost aggressively handed a change of clothes. It occurred to him that he was currently in a strange woman's bed wearing nothing but his boxers, but what concerned him is that she didn't faze her. She just acted like she was his mother or something.
He didn't have much time to ask her things. She lectured him while he dressed on the virtues of being on time, and how "other people will have claimed all the pokemon by now!", and somehow she even seemed to know by chance that his name was Antonio. He considered asking how drunk he was last night.
And now she was shoving him out the door, and looked at him as if he was crazy when he asked where he was supposed to go before pointing out some big building that looked like a lab. Oh. Okay. Tonio yawned, deeply regretting his lack of breakfast and that he didn't know the woman's name, and set off toward the building. Maybe they'd tell him what was going on.