"Lazy bitch. Hey, LAZY BITCH." Jira scowls, hitting my arm.
"Mm?"
"Watch my son, got it? JASPER, COME JUMP ON GRANDMA."
"Please, call me Abuela... I-It makes me feel less old and you should embrace your Spanish roots more." I say softly, sitting up and sighing. My daughter was so beautiful... Snow white hair, red eyes that could stare through anything... She almost looks like her father...
"Abuelita! Mama, why is abuelita crying?" Jasper questioned frantically as he climbed up onto my bed.
"Oi, why are you crying NOW?" Jira sighed, staring at me like I did something to piss her off. I feel my cheeks and notice that I, indeed, started to cry.
"Oh, don't worry... It's nothing.." I smile weakly. "I'm up, so you can leave now, sweetie.. okay?"
"Fine. Weber will come to pick him up at the same time, got it? Bye bye, Jasper!" my daughter looks to me one last time, her expression one of unmatchable disgust, as she leaves my room. My stomach was churning, and my tears weren't stopping.
"Abuelita? What's wrong?" my grandson asks softly again.
"Abuela está bien, no te preocupes." I whisper to him. He nods unsurely.
"Okay..."
"How about this? You go play in your playroom your great uncle Adriano built for you while Abuela gets dressed and gets breakfast ready?" I sniffle. He nods more and rolls off my bed, rushing to his playroom. I close the door and walk into the bathroom. I close THAT door and lean against it, sliding down into a sitting position. My illegitimate daughter (well, ONE of the two) was murdered, my twin brother was murdered, the person who took care of me when I was little before my father and eldest brother found me, all murdered. I only know the last one's murderer. He was the man I married. The man I love. The man whose child I bore. The man whom I used to draw headless during my time in the hospital way back when. I knew I wasn't a normal child, a normal child never got bodily pains whenever Panama was going through hard times. I remember what I came into the bathroom for and readied my shower. As I step in, more tears sting my eyes. When you think about it, I never got to see Adelita get married, I never got to see what her children would look like, I never got to threaten the man she would marry to be good to my little 'Lita or else he'd have a mass murderer on his tail. She was only about twenty-two, much too young to die. I sit on the floor of my shower and let the balmy water wash over me as I began to sob. I had absolutely no notice. None at all. I only knew that she along with Adriano were murdered when I was in the hospital after that fight with Hungary (Damn, that bitch was strong. And my stupid conquistador spirit didn't help at all, causing me to stay unconscious for about forty. fucking. hours.). I cried until I was out of tears. It was a pretty long time until I finally stood back up (albeit my legs were now stiff and shaky) and finished my shower, my shampoo untouched. I tie my bathrobe around me and walk out to get to my closet.
A/N: Yep. Here you go. I'm actually writing angst. I dunno how I got the idea though; it just... Randomly popped up in my head. This is actually based off an rp I did with someone else. Jira basically hates her mother (Alice) because this genetic thing.. it's hard to explain, honestly. You'd have to talk to the person who created the genetic disorder, I suppose you could call it. And Adelita is one of the three children (well, triplets) Alice had when she was raped (Long story, also from an rp) a while back.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER OR HUNGARY FROM AXIS POWERS HETALIA. THEY BELONG TO ATSUSHI OHKUBO SAN AND HIMA-PAPA (Hidekaz Himaruya).
