A/N: SO Ironic~ We're actually studying the Aztecs and Mayan. This came from an RP me and some friends had while I was my MexicoOC, I wanted to do pirates and this beauty came to reality. I'm sorry any UsUk fans…..I'll take couple requests if it makes up. :3 I hope you enjoy and pardon my awful grammar if there is any….
He slashed the last of the warriors through watching both his torso fall and then his lower half just kneeling and falling. "That's what you should've done when I came, tu animal." He had a twisted smile upon his tanned skin and a psychotic look in his emerald eyes. Blood from his newest victim flooded from his axe, staining the green grass. There was a cry of pain coming from one of the stone houses, he heard it and went to the source; A girl on the floor crying with small puddles of blood on the floor. She saw the man known as Spain and backed away from him with fear in her Chocolate eyes.
"Hola," He said the psychotic look in his eyes barely gone. She was now backed against a wall and was cornered by the man who had killed most of her people. Her name is IxChel, she represents Mexica or what is now Mexico. She felt a sphere of emotion and pain swirling in her chest as if it were to expand and blow her very being. She heard children crying and women screaming but in the ears of the Spaniard it was silence expect for the beating of the girls heart. He came closer to her and kneeled down using his axe as support. 'Do you feel pain?' He asked, the psychotic look is now gone, but fear still alive in her eyes.
There was a shriek of pain out of the small house. IxChel put both hands on her heart and a sharp gasp for air escaped her lips. 'Yeah, This is the girl I was looking for.' He thought. She coughed up crimson and tears escaped her lips. 'Why do my people die and I feel their pain but aside another complete one… ' She wondered out loud looking to the pudding of thick liquid on the floor. 'That's because..', He started lifting her chin with his hand so they would be looking eye-to-eye, 'You're Special. You're the one of the many woman of this land chosen to represent it. There are others like you, and me, I can take you to meet them. They can tell you more about yourself and how to control this pain.' He said with a smile.
'IxChel! It's a trick! He killed your people and mother!' A small voice told her. She snapped back and looked at the Spaniard's emerald eyes. While their eyes were staring at one another she reached for the Spaniards axe and pulled it from his hands and stood up putting the axe in front of her. 'You killed my people, my mother and put me through pain for your amusement. Why should I come with you?' She growled. They young pirate Spaniard laughed and stood up. 'You're a fighter, But I can change that. From now on your mine. You follow my orders and you'll leave this,' He said looking around the small stone home and looked out at the tainted grass and temples.' And start a new life, you'll leave your old name until I can find a new name that suits you.' He said as if the young Mexica didn't have an axe in her hands.
The look in her eyes wasn't fear, but anger and rage. She didn't say anything but just swing the axe back and threw a full forced swing at the man. But he was trained in the art of fighting; He moved aside and grabbed the handle, twisting it out of the girls hand, finally holding it against her neck which held her against the wall. 'That wasn't so smart of you..' He said evilly sending the young girl's world spinning and black; her head hanged and her whole body collapsed as he removed the axe from her neck. 'Raising her will be fun...' the Spaniard thought tying the axe to his back and carried the blacked out girl to his ship.
When the Mexica did wake again she was in a bed of a moving room and she panicked because normally rooms don't move. She got out of the bed and ran to a window to find it won't open. Then as when she was about to run to the door it opened; There stood the Spaniard. 'Oh you're awake. You've been out for a few days…maybe a week or so…But it's alright because we're here.' He smiled, he seemed more merrier than he was at the village.
'Come on, You can meet the people I told you about.' He said as he held the massive wooden door open for Mexica. 'Should I walk? You have no other option IxChel, you're on his battlefield now.' She debated in her mind. Sighing she walked through that door to be amazing at the scene in front of her. Majestic buildings painted in whites, silvers and gold's; these massive muscular dogs carrying people. (A/N: Aztec's thought the horse's where just huge dogs or Coyote's, so sorry if I confused anyone.) She tugged his sleeve and pointed to the dog and a fearful look on her face. 'That's a horse. We have a lot of them here, they carry goods and people. They also pull carriages', which have people inside, and take them places.' She looked at the creature in wonder before he held her wrist and pulled her away.
After some time of walking and stares from the people they got to a large pale yellow estate with vines covering the mansion and it's white balconies. There where gardens on the left and right to Mexica. If one listened closely you could hear fountains. There was a young girl with the same emerald eyes as the Spaniard and short blonde hair that ended on her shoulders. 'Spain!' She smiled and went running into the man's arms. Spain laughed and hugged the young girl while Mexica just stood there dumbstruck. 'How could she hug and laugh with that killer?' She thought to herself.
The young blonde girl looked at Mexica with wonder and untangled herself from the Spaniard to look at Mexica. She examined Mexica's waist long midnight black curly hair, the evenly bronzed skin of her being, the dark chocolate swirls for eyes finally that she was a bit taller than her, even without shoes! But what had striked her most odd was her animal skin mini dress. It exposed her shoulders, and that is improper of a young lady! 'Is that necklace made from jade and bones?' She thought. 'Are these people rich?' Mexica backed up a bit and bumped into a large and muscular figure.
She looked up and found herself looking at a tall and sturdy man, with sandy blonde hair standing straight up as if it defied gravity. He has the same haunting emerald eyes as the girl and Spaniard. He also smelled of the strange plant she would smell when she'd go walk around back in her homeland. He gave her a glance and raised an eyebrow. 'This the new country you found Spain?' The taller man asked looking at her and waking around her as if she was fresh meat for sell, his light emerlad eyes scanning every bit of her olive skin.
The Spanish man saw that the Dutch man was enjoying looking at his conquered country. ' Belgium, would you like to show Nueva Espana to where she shall be staying and help her choose out a new wardrobe?' He asked the energetic blond girl. Her small face automaticly lit up and smiled ear to ear. 'Of Course Spain~!' She cheerfully said getting hold of Mexica's hand. The Dutch man huffed and murmered something along the lies of ruin my fun... But something in Mexica's mind wasn't right, 'Nueva Espana? But...My name is Mexica...My people call me IxChel..Nueva Espana is neither of these names..' Her thoughts where cut short when the Belgian girl pulled her towards the large home. 'I have to beauty you up so when comes you can look presentable. But most importantly bring out your beauty~' Belgium say lovingly to Mexica once they entered a pale red pink room. The room set was an eggshell color with details of the same color that of the walls, it was lovely in Mexica's opinion.
Belgium opened the wardrobe to reveal to Mexica a rainbow of dresses in all kinds of designs and sizes. 'Can I look?' Mexica asked as if she was a small child. Belgium nodded happily with her copyright kitten grin. 'You can call me Belle, Umm may I cal you Mexi?' Belgium asked from curious. Mexica nodded as she looked throughtout the dresses. Her eyes caught a spacific dress, it was a pure, crisp white gown. It was a gown that took up maybe one-fourth of the wardrobe. She held on to the dress and pointed to it. Belle nodded and took it out from the wardrobe. Seeing the complete dress made Mexi amazed, Belle giggled as Mexica. She looked like a toddler in a sweets shop.
The Spaniard and Dutch were in an heavyly decorated elabroate meeting room, filled with gold goods and a large chest. On this heavy wooden chest was gold from no other than Mexica's home, ontop of this chest was expensive and rare animal skins. Most importantly, Jaguar skins among them all. The Dutch took a deep breath of his drug filled pipe and slowly breathed it out, taking the burn of the plant. The Spaniard was enjoying the famous liquor of Mexica's land, Tequila. As Spain was enjoying the peace of his home the doors seemed to, literally, bust open revealing no other than Great Britian; otherwise known as Arthur Kirkland. One of the best pirates of the parrot, Phillip, flew around the room and perched itself on the large chest filled with gold and topped with animal skin. 'Well, Well, Well..' The Spaniard started. 'Look's who's here..'