[You can see Spain's bedroom, it's mostly empty with the exception of a small bed where Spain is curled up, coughing his lungs out. The crisis in his place just took a turn for the worse and now his throat hurt, his vision is blurry and he is not even able to stand up.
Armadillo jumps to the bed and look at his owner with worry. Spain turns his head slowly and tries to make out the fuzzy outline of his pet. He sniffles again and gives the animal a weak smile.]
Oh sorrry...are you hungry..? I..guess I forgot to give you fo... [He's interrupted by another coughing that leaves him pale and wheezing for air.]
[ooc: After this he won't be posting for a whole week, he will be time skipped to 2010 once he's back, but feel free to assume that he died or something :|.]