Mama Azteca a lovely young woman of twenty-three years old was caring pequeñita Tenochtitlán a tiny one year old girl. They both had that nice tan on them with long silky black hair and honey brown eyes. They wore their traditional Aztec dresses. Although Mama Azteca did not want to let go of her daughter she had no choice, she had pleaded with her gods to let her keep her nena for a little while longer. She would have to die and she knew Spain would return soon and claim Tenochtitlan as his little sister, and that would be the end of the once powerful Aztec Empire. Mama Azteca look out her window waiting to see Spain's ships so that she could go to place Tenochtitlan down and eat the poison that she had prepared for herself. A simple piece of chocolate that she had place dust of broken glass into it would cut her insides and cause her to bleed internally.
Mama Azteca finally saw it, that bastardo's ship. She placed Tenochtitlan down, the child did not seemed to mind at all, on the other had it seemed overjoyed to see Spain's ships go up to shore. So as soon as she was placed down she ran towards the shore to meet him. Mama Azteca felt heart broken as she saw how happy Tenochtitlan was at seeing that Imbecile's ship.
"You already love him more than you love me. Don't you mi bebe?" Mama Azteca said. With that said to the back of her child. She got up and walked towards the only poisoned piece of chocolate and ate it. The effects would be fast, she knew that she would be dead by the time they reached her room, because Spain enjoyed taking the little girl in his arms and take her a little walk that would sometimes even take five hours, only the gods knew how long this one would last. She was beginning to feel her lungs getting pierced by the tiny glass chards. It hurt but not as much as knowing that she had lost her treasure, her baby.
"Hermano España! Ya Yegasthe! Mira me ya puedo corer y tambien ablor!" said Tenochtitlán. Right before she lost her balance on the last step of the stairs. Making her hit face first on the ground. Spain ran towards the whimpering nation. He picked her up and began to cuing her. "Ya paso, ya paso. Ya no llores, no paso nada. Yo estoy aquí. Let big brother see what happened," Spain demanded. The tiny nation obeyed and allowed the older nation examine her. Right in between her honey brown eyes he saw a bruise that was beginning to form. He kissed her tiny forehead and asked "Mejor?"
Tenochtitlan stopped whimpering and smiled as if to say she was. "How have you been, Spain? Are you hungry?" Tenochtitlan asked. "No I am okay. It has been going great. Do you want to go for a walk?" Spain asked the tiny nation. "Si!" Tenochtitlan cheered. That was all Spain needed to take the tiny nation away from its mother. Three hours went by. Before Spain thought it was time to return home. He took Tenochtitlan with him back to the temple to which Mama Azteca would have her arms wide open welcoming Tenochtitlan back. Unfortunately, that is not what happened. Spain's gut told him that Mama Azteca would not be waiting for them. He walked up the stone steps slowly. He went straight to the child's room and placed her down for her siesta. After that he walked to Mama Azteca's room. What he saw horrified him. The walls had blood on them, Mama Azteca had blood coming out of her mouth she must have gagged on her own blood, and the front of her once creamy white dress was now a dark reddish color, along with so many of her sheets were stained in blood. Spain stared at her lifeless form. Hoping that what he saw was just her sick idea of a joke. He fell to his knees and began to cry not in mourning but in anger and frustration, because it made him realize that some day he would also end like this. He did not know how long he had stayed there just crying, but he knew that it must have been no more that half an hour because he could hear Tenochtitlan sobs coming form her room.
"Mama! Mama!" little Tenochtitlan wailed for her mother. Spain decided to go to her before she saw her mother's lifeless body. He walked the long corridor before he saw her. In her arms she held a tiny baby golden eagle that she named Oro. Tenochtitlan would hold onto when ever she felt scared or when she had just woken up. "España, que pasa? Donde esta mi mami?" tiny Technotitlan asked.
"Nothing is wrong Tenochtitlan, your mommy is asleep. Let her rest. Okay?" Spain asked.
"Oh, okay, Spain I'm hungry and I want goat milk," Tenochtitlan responded. Spain smiled and looked at her tiny honey brown eyes and said "Let's go give you something to eat."
With that said he picked Tenochtitlan up and took her towards his ships and made her a meal. After that he got up and looked at Tenochtitlan and then at the sleeping Romano's. "Tenochtitlan take care of Romano for me I will be right back," Spain said.
"Where are you going? I want to go too," she said.
"Sorry but I cannot take you with me. Now stay here and be a good girl," he ordered her.
Spain got out of his cabin and started to bark order's at his men. "Felipe, come here!" he barked.
"Mande, mi Capitán," Felipe answered.
"I need you to something for me," he whispered to him.
"Lo que tu digas," Felipe said.
"Go to make a grave for Azteca. Don't look at me like that I did not kill her. That puta must have committed suicide. You will find her in her room; make sure you clean it to. I do not want Tenochtitlan to see what her mother has committed. Take as many men you think you will need. Do I make myself clear?" Spain asked.
"Consider it done," Felipe responded.
"Oh, before I forget, bring me some legal document I am going to give Tenochtitlan a new name. From this day forward she shall be known as Nueva España," Spain said.