Canada was nervous, that Mr. Komajirou could easily tell as he noticed Canada's pacing about the room. Why this person whose name he could never seem to remember was pacing was beyond him. Canada looked so well dressed he wasn't wearing his usual attire he would wear when ever America was visiting, which usually involved random clothes since America always wanted to play outside, which usually meant another ruined outfit. So why did he even bother dressing up today?
"Mr. Polarbear, can I ask you a question?" Canada asked in voice just above a whisper.
"Who are you?" Mr. Komajirou asked with great curiosity.
"I am Canada, so can I ask you something?" Canada asked feeling even more nervous.
'If he can't even remember who I am and he's been with me almost all my life. What hopes do I have that she will remember?' Canada asked himself feeling hopeless.
"What is it?" Mr. Komajirou asked.
"How do I look?" asked Canada.
"Well if you are trying to impress your brother I think it's a little too much. Don't you think?" asked Mr. Komajirou.
"I am not trying to impress my brother!" Canada shouted.
"Well who are you trying to impress?" asked Mr. Komajirou.
"A girl that America is bring over with him," Canada said.
"Well you look just like America right now, why don't you wear what you usually wear I am sure she wouldn't care what you look like. After all like you said she is coming with America," Mr. Komajirou said.
"Thank you, Mr. Komajirou," said Canada as he began to change from his outfit to a completely different one.
Meanwhile somewhere South of the Untied States America's border:
A beautiful young girl with long dark brown hair and honey brown eyes was nervously ransacking her closet.
"How about this dress?" Mexico asked as he would step in front of her mirror to examine herself.
"No! Its too bright!" Mexico said tossing it to the side.
"I know, this black one will do!" Mexico shouted trying it on.
"Oh no! It looks like I am going to a funeral!" Mexico shouted.
"Orito! Tell me what I should wear?" Mexico asked her pet golden eagle feeling rather irritated.
Orito just flew into Mexico's closet and took out a grey suede coat that Russia had given her from the time she went to visit him at his home. Then also extracted some pair of black tight jeans, followed by a white long sleeve turtle neck shirt, he also gave her some fake fur boots that were right above her ankles.
"Are you sure about this outfit, Orito?" Mexico asked as she examined it.
'Of course I am sure! Its going to be cold where you are going to visit, we don't want to make the same mistake you did when you went to visit Russia now do we?' Orito asked.
"What if they decide to have a ball?" asked Mexico all of a sudden.
'Know what leave the packing to me, you go and get ready,' Orito told her feeling rather irritated.
"Okay," Mexico said as she sighed.
Mexico left the room with her bathing supplies and the outfit that Orito had chosen for her.
As soon as she was gone Orito turned himself into his human form and began to clean everything up. Then he got one of Mexico's biggest suit cases and began to place her clothes first her bra and underwear which where still in their shopping bags although he wasn't really human just the sight of them made him nervous. Ever since Mexico turned fifteen she had started to buy underwear that seemed rather kinky, blame France on that. He went and got five different sets of pajamas for her to wear and one pair of flip-flops. Then he placed five pair of jeans, followed by five different shirts, three other pair of boots she had, some gloves, three different scarves, and five different sweaters. Then he got another one of Mexico's suit cases and in that one he placed her beauty supplies, which had everything but make up, since Mexico never enjoyed that stuff, a bathing robe, her nightgown, and a dress followed by its shoes, tights and her hair ribbons.
Once Orito was done he turned back into his human form and just in time since Mexico was about to open the door.
"Wow, Orito, you finished already?" Mexico asked.
She was wearing everything except for the coat since it was too hot to be wearing that in her house.
"Well I am off see you in six days okay," Mexico said as she took her suit cases.
Mexico went off to the airport. She had promised America that she would go with him to visit Canada's house. Canada, just thinking about him gave butterflies to Mexico's stomach.
"Damn, it's been so long," Mexico whispered.
Mexico fell asleep since she knew that her trip would take four hours.
"Sir, you can't be in here!" one of the flight attendants exclaimed.
Apparently someone who had gotten inside the plane.
"It doesn't matter I am going to get off in just a few seconds I just came here to get someone," the stranger said.
"Please wait until the passengers all abort the plane," the flight attendant said.
"If I take her out this way I won't have to wait, now will I?" the man said feeling rather irritated.
"Who are you waiting for, if you mind me asking, Mr…." the flight attendant said.
"Well, I am here to pick up my wife, and I am America," America said as an American flag seemed to appear out of thin air.
"I am not your wife!" Mexico shouted getting out of her seat.
"Not yet your not," America said with a smirk.
Causing Mexico throw her pillow at America, this had the same affect as if she had thrown a brick at him.
"Common lets go," Mexico said getting off the airplane.
Suddenly realizing she was the only one left in the airplane.
Mexico then went to go and pick up her suit cases.
"Hey, America, I just realized something you told me not to buy a ticket to Canada's house why?" Mexico asked.
"That's because we are going to his house using my private airplane," America said with a grin.
"I just had to ask," Mexico said, "America, can I fly?"
"No," America simply answered.
They walked over to America's private jet plane and placed Mexico's suit cases in. They got boarded the plane and before Mexico knew it they were off the ground.
Mexico also fell asleep in airplane something about being off the ground for longer that a second made her feel rather sleepy. America looked at the sleeping girl beside him and couldn't help himself; he lifted her shin towards him and decided to kiss her.
"Keep your eyes on the air," Mexico mumbled.
"Damn," America said as he quickly let go of her.
With Mexico it had always been no.
Flashback:
"Hey, Mexico, I just looked at a map and it said that I am supposed to be on top of you," America said.
"No ring, no sex," Mexico just said.
"Well then let's get married," America said.
"Let me think about it….Hell No!" Mexico said.
End Flashback:
Before they knew it they had arrived at Canada's house. Canada was waiting outside with Mr. Komajirou at his side.
"Do you really think I look good?" Canada asked as he looked at his outfit.
"You look great, and besides its too late to change right now," Mr. Komajirou said.
Canada was wearing a navy blue hooded sweater and blue jeans. Then a very beautiful girl wearing a grey coat came running towards him. The girl hugged him and then gave him a passionate kiss.
"M-mexico, how many times do I have to tell you not to do that?" Canada said as his body was beginning to feel warmer.
"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that," Mexico said giving Canada another hug.
"I did, it's just that…" Canada couldn't think of anything to say.
"Let me guess, Mexico, all of your virtue just goes out the window when you're with Canada," America snarled, dropping Mexico's suitcases in front of her.
"No they don't!" Mexico said taking her suitcases with her, "Canada, where are we going to stay?"
"Well if you just follow me," Canada said before leading the way to the guest rooms. They were rather dusty since not many people seemed to remember who he was.
"Let me guess, this is my room?" Mexico asked as she looked at a very girly room.
"How did you know?" Canada asked.
"I don't think, America would want to sleep in a bed made with pink sheets," Mexico said pointing out the obvious.
"I guess not," Canada said before both he and America left to show America his room.
Mexico began to unpack her suitcases and placing them in the closet. She took out her beauty kit and placed it on top of the dresser. Then she began to hang up all of her jeans, followed by her sweaters, place her shirts in one of the cabinets, finally she looked at her shopping backs which no doubt had her underwear and bras inside of them this she placed in another cabinet. And then she placed her boots at the foot of her bed that way it was really convenient for her.
"There everything is in its proper place," Mexico said as she smiled to herself.
'Now then let's start operation get Canada in my bed,' Mexico thought to herself as a seductive smirk began to form on her lips.
"What is going on in your perverted mind, Mexico?" a man with a bird on his head asked.
"Nothing that has to do with you, Prussia, that's for sure," Mexico said hotly.
"Why not aren't I awesome enough for you to desire?" Prussia asked stepping inside of her room.
"As-a-matter-a-fact your not, Prussia," Mexico simply put it.
"Why is it because you desire my brother West?" Prussia asked seductively.
Prussia moved closer to the Mexico, locking the door behind him. Mexico's eyes
widened with horror. Whatever Prussia had planned was not going to be any good.
"I have to go now, Prussia, they'll miss me," Mexico said trying to walk past him.
"Not so fast," Prussia said as he pushed Mexico onto the pink mattress.
"Please let me go,Prussia," Mexico begged as she tried to get off the bed.
"But I don't want to let you go, Mexico. You see I want to know something I think only you can answer," Prussia said as he gently touched her cheek.
"What is it?" Mexico said as she shuddered at his touch.
"Did you ever sleep with Spain?" Prussia asked.
"What do you mean?" Mexico asked.
"Did you ever have sex with him, Mexico?" Prussia asked.
"Of course not," anger searing in Mexico's voice.
"Mexico, you are still-" Prussia asked.
"Of course I am you imbecile! Now get off me!" Mexico shouted pushing him off.
"Well that's all I wanted to know," Prussia said as he got off the bed.
"Why did you want to know that?" Mexico asked with curiosity.
"Its just that every other nation said you had some sort of reputation. I wanted to see if they were true," Prussia said.
"What do you mean by 'see'?" Mexico asked with suspicion in her voice.
"Don't worry I don't want to have sex with you. I am not Spain or France so you can relax, Mexico. Its just that they said you were easy," Prussia said.
"Okay, thats not true," Mexico sighed.
"I am still curious, I mean don't you want to loose it. Now that I think about it you're one of the only female nations that is still a virgin," Prussia said as he looked her up and down.
"What about Belarus?" Mexico asked.
"Just because she says that she only wants her brother Russia, doesn't mean that she doesn't have sex," Prussia said as he kept on looking at her.
"What do you mean?" Mexico asked feeling rather uncomfortable.
"What I mean is that, every night when Russia rejects her Belarus will go to the Baltic's bedroom and extract Lithuania and take him to her room. I know you also know this or have you forgotten the noises you heard coming from Belarus' bedroom?" Prussia asked with a smirk.
This caused Mexico to blush. Of course she remembered who would forget, both Belarus and Lithuania had been so loud that she wondered if Russia did not hear them or had refused to hear.
"I'll take that as a yes. Anyways, Mexico, don't you want to lose your virginity?" Prussia asked.
Prussia hadn't noticed before, since Mexico would always be wearing dresses, but she had somehow gotten quiet curvy. Prussia couldn't help but look her up and down. Mexico's face had some how changed from her baby faced self to a face of a beautiful young woman. Prussia's eyes roamed to end up on Mexico's chest, and by the looks of things she had to be a size 32 DD, then his eyes went to Mexico's tiny waist, to her hips this now exited him her jean size must be six.
'No wonder you were so obsessed with her, West. She is a complete goddess,' Prussia thought seductively as he looked at Mexico's enticing body.
"¿Qué tanto me ves, wey?" Mexico shouts at Prussia.
"Sorry, was I staring?" Prussia asked.
"Of course you were, dumb ass," Mexico said with a sneer.
"Sorry, Mexico, can I kiss you?" Prussia asked as he began to get near her.
"What?" Mexico screamed.
"Can I kiss you?" Prussia asked again as he approached her.
Mexico began to walk away from Prussia's approach, as she did so she was pinning herself on a wall.
"Hell! No!" Mexico screamed.
"But I want to," Prussia says seductively.
Prussia strokes Mexico's lips. Then he placed both of his arms on either side of her so that Mexico has no way of running away. Then without warning he kisses her. Mexico is caught of guard but finally manages to push Prussia away from her. Prussia only grabs a hold of her and throws on the bed.
"Canada! Canada! Canada!" Mexico screams as she tries to get off the bed.
"How sweet you were saving yourself for Canada," Prussia says with a grin as he continues with his advancements.
"Mexico what's wrong?" Canada suddenly screams from outside the door.
"Help meph!" Mexico screams before Prussia covers her mouth.
"Canada, what's wrong?" America asks.
"I don't know but something is wrong with Mexico," Canada says.
"Well just open her door!" America shouts.
"That's just it her door is locked, and I don't have the key with me!" Canada shouts nervously.
"Screw keys! My Mexico is in danger!" America screams feeling rather outraged.
Then America begins to kick at the door.
"Until next time," Prussia sneers.
Then suddenly her bedroom door is opened, and in come both America followed by Canada.
"Mexico, are you okay?" America asks.
America tries to console Mexico, but she quickly runs towards Canada's arms. This caused America to flare with jealous anger.