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An Unwilling Reunion

1822 Haitian Annexation of the Dominican Republic requested by PeachDraws. Small reminder that this Haiti is not modern day Haiti, this Haiti is the republic that existed from 1806–1849. Just to make sure y'all are aware.

Also anything in bold is Spanish

The Spanish Empire was well known in Haiti's continent as ruthless, cruel, and a terrible father. So when his colonies started rebelling, Haiti couldn't say he was too upset. Watching his empire in the Americas fall apart around him as his colonies began to follow in the footsteps of the United States and Haiti was wonderful.

Haiti's neighbor had even joined in, as the Captaincy General of Santo Domingo, who had recently been killed and replaced by her son, the Republic of Spanish Haiti. It was wonderful, not being bordered by a colony that could be used by an empire to invade him, especially after Haiti had just spent the past few years divided into two nations.

However, Haiti was still worried that Spanish Empire, in his rage and embarrassment, would attempt to reconquer Spanish Haiti. Luckily, Haiti had a plan to help prevent that. By protecting Spanish Haiti and his people, Haiti could ensure that they would never become slaves to the Spanish again!

Haiti expected that protecting his neighbor would come with complaints from their former colonizers, but he never thought he would have to argue with Spanish Haiti over his protection. 

"You can't do this. This is illegal! It violates treaties and my rights as a country!" Spanish Haiti insisted. Haiti shook his head and sighed. Why didn't he get it? Why didn't he see that this was the best option for them and their people?

"I know you think that, but trust me, I'm doing this for the betterment of both our people. We are stronger as a united nation." Haiti said, trying to make him see sense. Spanish Haiti practically snarled at him, the expression forcing the stars bridging his nose to almost bunch up.

"I don't want to be a united nation! Especially one that is governed by you!" he said, his anger most likely blinding his judgment. Haiti couldn't really blame him. Spanish Haiti was very young, and the younger people were always more afraid of change than they seemed. Haiti was sure that once Spanish Haiti passed on, he would look down from heaven and be happy and proud of their nation.

Haiti should make sure Spanish Haiti gets a memorial so their people will know how Spanish Haiti gave his life to protect them from the Spanish enslavers.

"Come on, Spanish Haiti. I know you are young, only a few months, but you have to see the benefits of our union." Haiti said, trying to reason with him. Haiti didn't want to have to hurt him, especially since he won't have much longer to live.

"How are you so sure you aren't the one making a mistake?" Spanish Haiti said, meeting Haiti's eyes. Haiti scowled, trying to remind himself that this poor man was just naïve and could be reasoned with, no matter how frustrating he was making it.

"Because I have the experience of knowing what happens when division plagues our lovely island," Haiti said, in reference to his time spent divided. Haiti had experience with this, and this child was acting like he was born yesterday. Spanish Haiti snorted, and Haiti pushed down the frustrated emotions that were rising.

This stupid child. Why couldn't he just see what was right in front of him? Haiti was giving him a solution to his problems, an ally, protection! He refused to see that, a surefire sign that he had the same stubbornness as his mother. 

"Your county was divided. Mine was fine." Spanish Haiti said, his eyes staring into Haiti's as a smug smile made its way across his face.

Haiti was glad, at this moment, that he wasn't a father. He doesn't think he could handle dealing with brats like this.

"It wasn't even yours! It belonged to that bastard, Santo Domingo, and his stupid empire! It was still a colony enslaved to the Spanish Empire! I'm trying to ensure we are free and our people won't be colonies anymore!" Haiti practically yelled. Why didn't he understand? Why didn't he get it?

"By colonizing me?" Spanish Haiti asked, raising an eyebrow, "You really didn't think this through."

The accusation stung and caused many emotions to swirl simultaneously through Haiti's body. Rage, frustration, disbelief, horror, and many more he couldn't identify.

"I'm not colonizing you; I'm helping you!" Haiti protested. He wasn't like the long-dead Kingdom of France, the Spanish Empire, Britain, England, or any of them. 

"Funny. The Spanish and French Kingdoms said the same thing when they colonized us. What makes you better?" Spanish Haiti said, his eyes hardening, no longer whining like the child he was, but speaking confidently, like a proper country. He was challenging Haiti, that much was clear, and probably summoning all the bravado he had in the process.

It was a noble effort. It would be a shame to see him go so determined to protect his people, yet not in the one way that mattered the most, the one way that could protect them forever.

"I am genuinely doing it out of love for our island and for our people," Haiti explained. Spanish Haiti snorted.

"Sure, you are. But sometimes people don't want your help," he said. Haiti rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively.

"I'm confident your people do, even if you are too blinded by your fear of death to see that," Haiti said.

"I am my people, first and foremost. I don't stand for this because they don't stand for this. And even if I die, even if I don't live past today, my spirit will. My people fought and won against Spain. And maybe it'll take years, but they'll fight and win against you, too. I am not French, nor are you, Republic of Haiti. I am a Spanish speaker and a son of that part of Europe. You and I are not the same, and I know what happens when someone who is different takes control."

"I am not like that."

"A fact you only claim but do not prove. You're just as bad as the rest of them. Even now, I'm just a prisoner, despite your claims of protection." Spanish Haiti said, raising his handcuffed hands.

"You tried to kill me."

"And I wish I succeeded. If not for my sake but my people's sake."