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The air was dank, moist and thick with whatever fungus might or might not have permeated the air. With every breath, the young girl, fit and healthy, felt as if she would drown in the many pathogens that filled her lungs. She held tight to a tiny flower that seemed to light up the room with its brilliant orange hue. The tiny flower did, in fact, glow. It pulsated slowly, but as it did, it grew brighter with every pulse.
"Hello~?" Her voice rang and echoed. The room must be pretty large. She thought. She grabbed a hair band from her wrist and wrestled her ebony hair into the band, twisting it into a messy bun. With the flower leading the way, she began to explore the room, stopping only when she felt the presence of another. "Hello." She stated this time firmly, her Aztec past kicked in as she waited, listening.
A shadow loomed in the corner, tall and broad as the young girl noticed it out of the corner of her eye. The only thing that separated the two was the tiny orange flower, ever growing brighter.
Squinting her eyes, all she could see clearly were the shadows eyes- a deep amethyst, sick and twisted.
'Who are you?" The young Aztec fighter demanded. Her muscles were taught, ready to pounce at the stranger with even the slightest sign of malevolence.
It smiled and that was enough.
She ran at him, flower now tucked into her hair as she attempted to sweep its legs out from under it. Despite the effort, she made contact with nothing as everything began to go black.
The light from the flower was pulled out of her hair. Now unable to see, she frantically tried to recover the flower before she heard giggling.
The childish sound came from the other side of the room, where there was the familiar orange light, now flashing madly. Regaining her composure, the young girl stood up and looked over to see the violet eyes again. However, they were different now, soft and more of a lilac colour. Benign. They blinked and scrunched up as if the person was smiling at her.
"Who are you?" This time, she was just confused. Never had someone bested her without the use of disease, never had she not been able to defeat an adversary that wasn't aided by mechanical beasts, so why had she lost?
The childish eyes closed for a second as the flower began to brighten as if set aflame. As the form began to disappear into the light, it spoke to her in an unfamiliar language. "Вскоре, мой маленький подсолнечник."{Soon, my little sunflower.}
Holding her arm over her eyes, the room and its inhabitant vanished.
"… anza… Come on, get up."
Opening one eye to a set of blue ones, Espiranza shot up, smashing her head against the others and sending him back. She rubbed her head slightly and realized who it was. "Mierde!" Espiranza ran over to help the blonde who was now rubbing his temple as well.
"God, damn, Espi! You want to fucking kill me?" The blond swore some more and got up with the help of his assailant.
Yes. "Sorry. I was having a nightmare." She kissed his forehead quickly. "Hermano otra vez, lo siento." {Brother again, sorry.} She had been waiting in the lobby for her brothers to finish their meeting. Every month, all the countries got together and 'discussed' their alliances, difficulties, and overall whatever the fuck they wanted to. Espiranza never understood why she was never invited. After all, she was Mexico. Though it was a little under-developed, it was a country and a beautiful one at that. She was both a Mayan and an Aztec, a beauty and a beast. Maybe that's why I'm never invited. She always told herself that, but it had never satiated her countries true wishes.
Nevertheless, it meant that she didn't have all the paperwork and meetings to keep up with, leaving more time to herself and her country. Being the oldest of the North American siblings, she wasn't nearly as brash as her Brother, Alfred, but she was much more extroverted than her brother, Matthew. Technically unrelated to either country, they nevertheless treated her like family, and that was enough for Espiranza.
Her brother, Alfred, was always closer to her than Matthew was while Matthew was always frightened of his elder sister, thus keeping them further apart. Alfred had played with Espiranza the most when they were younger, exploring together and mock fighting until Arthur, the UK, came and tamed young America.
Now that her own country was in a bind, she relied heavily upon Alfred, or to be exact, his country. She hated using him like this, but there really wasn't any other way unless, of course, Espiranza wanted to remind a certain German of a Telegram he once sent her.
The two countries began to leave when they remembered their little brother hadn't joined them just yet.
Alfred's stomach began to growl as he sighed. He leaned back and called out to Matthew. "C'moooon, Maatt! I'm Frickin' STARVING!"
No response.
"MATT!" Alfred turned and marched back to the conference room, his Hispanic sister following reluctantly behind. "I swear! You better not be talking to that EX-nation again!"
Ah shit. Their dear, innocent little brother was, in fact, totally macking on Gilbert, an albino whose only reason for anything was that he was 'awesome'.
Before even Mexico could stop him, Alfred threw himself at the Prussian, knocking him right off the desk (That just so happened to be America's) and they crashed right into the cement walls.
Her brother, after wrestling the unsuspecting man to the ground, began to just wail on the ex-nation. In an effort to assist his master, a tiny yellow bird began pecking at the American's face. He got Alfred in the eye, causing him to yell out and overall pissing him the fuck off even more.
The distraction was enough to allow the now injured man to flip his attacker over onto the ground to allow his own getaway. Matthew ran over to Gilbert, now bleeding profusely, and pulled him away, keeping his lover from sending vengeful kicks into his cock-blocking brother's face.
"Fucking pansy-ass poser!" Alfred yelled to Gilbert. He was quickly chastised by his brother who, uncharacteristically, snapped back at him.
"Just shut the fuck up, Alfred!" Matthew shoved Gilbert away from Alfred and began his own assault on the injured nation. "You didn't have to go and beat the crap out of him!"
"I had to! Do you know what he would've done to you?" Now standing, Alfred pointed viciously at Gilbert.
"Ich bin immer noch hier, du schwein!" The Prussian hissed at Alfred but was silenced by a single frightening look from Matthew. {I'm still here, you pig!}
While the three guys quarreled, Espiranza sat in a corner, mashing unknown herbs from her satchel on the table closest to her. She hummed quietly as she was ignored by her brothers. She took a leftover cup of water that sat on the desk and poured a few drops onto her the mysterious goo, creating a liquid that smelled of burning flesh in a lake of fire. She winced slightly and glanced back up at her brothers and Gilbert.
Idiotas.
They're my brothers.
Siguen siendo estúpido. {They're still stupid.}
Yes, well, that's why I'm taking control of the situation. I don't want them to make a fool of themselves. Espiranza gave Mexico an obviously fake excuse. She really just wanted to use her poison again. She hadn't since her wild days of Mayan beauty and Aztec fury. Pulling a hair pin out of her long, abysmally black mane, she poured some of the now liquid concoction into another cup and walked over to the three men.
"La hora de la tontería hasta el final." {It's time to end this nonsense.} Her brown eyes lightened to amber as she swung her arm gracefully through the air to where Matthew and Gilbert were and lightly poked them both with her needle. Returning her assaulting arm back to her body, she dipped the needle back into the mixture and spun around and punctured Alfred's skin as well. In a matter of milliseconds, all three men were slumping over and falling into the comforting arms of the hardwood floor. Her eyes darkened back to their earthy tone as the Hispanic girl began to clean up her mess of herbs and water.
Just as she threw away her cup of country tranquilizer, a tall, smiling blond strolled through the door. His eyes went first to the three countries that were slumped on the ground and then to the pretty girl that promptly picked up two of them and lugged them onto her shoulders.
Espiranza, with a brother on each shoulder, stopped when she notice the strange man standing in the doorway watching her. She put on a big smile as she managed to slide her satchel out of sight.
"There was much yelling earlier, Da?" The man said through a mask of happiness.
The Mexicans finger twitched slightly, but she responded kindly. "My brothers had a bit of an argument and tired themselves out." She threw Matthew up slightly ensure that she had a good hold of him. "Gilbert got caught up in it," She nodded over to the collapsed Prussian and looked back to the stranger. "and I'm not strong enough to carry him home as well." Espiranza began walking over to the exit that was still blocked by the tall man.
"So long as the fighting has stopped." The man, still smiling, walked over to the desk where Espiranza had created her concoction and pulled out a large yellow envelope. He stopped and sniffed at the air. "Why's it so smelly?" He looked at her questioningly and she gulped. He sniffed around, slowly getting closer and closer to his desk.
What the fuck? The Mexican girl began to panic as she sped walked to the door. Highly Illegal. Crime. PUNISHMENT! She did not want to get caught for using such a method to pacify a few countries. She left the room, only catching a glimpse of the man as he shot a look of accusation at her with his violet eyes.
The strange girl practically ran out of the room with both North Americans on her shoulders. Ivan had never seen anything like it but he was still more intrigued by the smell that practically saturated the air. He remembered this smell, but from where? Or even, when?
He flashed back to a day when he was much younger. Sickly humidity, her amber eyes that were hungry and powerful, and the flowers. So many beautiful flowers.
Она даже не помню. {She did not even remember.}
Who?
Эта девушка. Разве вы не помните? {This girl. Do not you remember?}
Ivan thought about this. Who was she? Russia grew impatient with the man practically screaming her name at the childish man.
Мексика!
Mexico. It was Mexico! That where the smell came from! As a hunter, she always carried a satchel made of leopard hide with many herbs, roots, and whatever else she could fit into it. As a human, she had been beyond compare. He couldn't believe that the smiling girl he had seen carrying the two nations was the same person. Then again, the Mexico he remembered never did show her true strength to others…
What was her name again? Again, racking his memory as much as the man could, Ivan tapped impatiently on his still wreaking desk. He stopped and pulled his hand off of his desk when the tips of his fingers began to tingle. He lifted them up to his face and inspected the sensation when the memory hit him. Epiranza Vasquez.