Spain rolled her eyes at France's idea of her being vertically challenged, laughing at Prussia and his struggle on vocabulary before puffing himself up like a proud peafowl. She felt so light and cheerful now, she feared she would be drifting off the ground any second. She missed this casual, teasing banter of her two best amigos of all time. They really should have weekly meet-ups or something instead of falling off the face of the Earth for months at a time. Well, mostly that was Prussia; France was just a mountain range away pretty much. Anyway, they really needed to stop this not talking thing- and stop the hair ruffling thing, as Spain aimed a swat to France's gut, only hitting air as he danced away. Fancy, dainty snot. 

Their proud march off to wreak havoc was snipped at the bud when Portugal and some lady showed up. Spain grinned at Portugal. Both France and Prussia seemed to crank up their hostile rudeness at the new arrivals, which now included Denmark as she drifted to them. Spain let out a small huff when the other two suddenly seemed to just want to invade Germany's house instead, but she just shrugged it off and let Prussia loop an arm over her smaller shoulders and lead her away. She did turn partially enough to raise one hand to her ear, her thumb and little finger out in a univseral 'call-me!' sign to Portugal before facing the right way around again, wrapping an arm around Prussia's waist, as his shoulders were much too high. Her friends' happiness were worth too much to her than to drag them into the group with the others. Even though it would have been fun terrorizing them while drunk. 

"As soon as we board I'm going to use one or both of you as a pillow," she stated to the pair of them. "I missed my siesta!" She pouted at the very thought of missing her precious siesta time. There was a reason why there was time lotted into everyone's schedules in her country to take a nap in the hottest hours of the day.