Tomato
Mexico was sitting down in the World Meeting Hall, a bored look on her face. Her head was laying in her hand, elbow propped in the table.
She had arrived early. The only people there were the Axis, Ludwig, Kiku, and Veneziano.
"Hola, Carmelita!"
Oh, great. Just who she did not want to see.
"Hola, Antonio." She grunted back at him.
"Como estas en este dia, mi pequenita?'
"No soy tu pequeñita!", Carmen said, blushing.
"Ay, ay, ay! Te ves tan linda cuando te sonrojas! Pareces un tomate!"
'That bastard… Here I am, my cheeks basically screaming out to him that I love him, and all he can think about are tomatoes. Son of a Bitch."
Translations:
*Hola Carmelita: Hello, Carmelita!
*Hola Antonio: Hey, Antonio…
*Como estas en este hermoso dia, my pequenita?: How are you in this beautiful day, my Little one?
*No soy tu pequenita!: I'm not your little one!
*Ay, ay, ay! Te ves tan linda cuando te sonrojas! Pareces un tomate!: Ay, ay, ayy! You look so cute when you blush! You look like a tomatoe!
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