Mexico is my OC, I know there are many OCs of Mexico, boys and girls, but mine is a boy who steals America's clothing and bickers with his two brothers. He is the middle sibling, by the way, so America and he gangs up on Canada sometimes. Also, Mexico loves food almost as much as America (except he likes things like burritos, lol) Anyways, this is MexiBela, which is Mexico + Belarus. It was sparked by the coupling of Belarus and Spain, and they looked good together, but their personalities didn't mesh well. So I looked at my Mexico, who is younger and shorter than Spain and is less clueless, and decided to pair him up with Belarus. (just imagine her pale skin with his sexy tan skin lol)

enjoy!

Belarus curled up into a ball in the corner of the room. The meeting had been going great until China arrived late. "Sorry, aru!" China panted, "I was cooking and lost track of time!"

"That's alright, China-dude!" America shouted. Well, it was only shouting to everyone else. It was his normal speaking voice.

"I'm glad you have finally arrived, China. Russia consistently brought up your absence," England had sighed, glaring at America for his loud volume. America merely grinned wolfishly in return and winked. Russia started smiling brightly upon the arrival of the black-haired man.

"Brother," Belarus whispered, tugging on his sleeve. Russia hadn't noticed, jumping from his chair and running to hug the Chinese man. To Belarus' horror, her beloved brother pulled out of the hug and kissed the older man.

The others had cleared their throats and ignored them. Belarus squeezed her eyes shut to keep her tears at bay. She did this again now, even though there was no one around to see her cry. She buried her face in her knees and let out a quiet sob.

"Por favor, what is wrong?" Belarus looked up quickly. A boy with emerald green eyes and spiky black hair stood over her, a worried look on his face. Quickly, the Belarusian wiped her tears away.

"Nothing," She retorted coldly. The boy smiled. It was as if the ice melted when it reached him. He's hot enough for that, she mused. Belarus shook her head to clear the thought. She loved her brother and no one else!

Painful memories were brought back, and her sadness returned full-force. The boy seemed to notice, kneeling down in front of her.

"Señorita?" Belarus had never seen him before. Or...wait. He sat by America and...that other boy. He was in North America, which explains why she didn't know him. "You know, they say its better to have company when you are sad," he suddenly stated.

"Oh yeah? Why is that?" Belarus challenged. He shrugged.

"I don't know. They say it, not me!" He chuckled at his joke. "Eh, well...I'm sad too, you know..." Belarus scoffed. "No, de verdad! I'm in love with my brother, América...but he's in love with Inglaterra. He has been for centuries now," the boy sighed deeply.

"I..." Belarus started softly, but stopped and shook her head before he could hear her. What was the use in sharing sadness with a stranger she would never see again? Belarus looked at him and sighed deeply. "I'm in love with my brother, too. But Russia loves China..." The boy smiled sadly.

"We share the problem of loving what used to be ours," He mumbled. Russia and China's kiss filled Belarus' memories then, and she flung her arms around the strange boy and cried into his strong chest. She could hear him softly crying with her, running his fingers through her pale blonde hair.

Belarus looked up into the sun-kissed, tear-stained face of the total stranger she had confided in. "I-I'm sorry," She sniffled, "I'm Belarus."

"I'm Mexico. Its nice to cry with you," He joked. Belarus giggled, hugging Mexico. There was silence for a few minutes.

"Thank you," She finally whispered.

"Any time, Belarus," He replied softly.

I hoped you enjoyed =3