The Three North American Brothers
America and Canada were both ready to visit their other brother, Mexico, at his house. As they got out of the Airport, things already looked strange. The signs were all in a different language that neither of them could of understand. They tried to ask someone what they meant but they spoke the same language as the sign. They looked around to see where a translator is when someone said,
"! Hola hermanos! ¿Cómo fue su viaje aquí?" a man asked them.
What is he saying? The other two were dumbstruct.
"Sorry, I forgot in your countries, you don't speak Spanish. I said 'Hello brothers, how was your trip?"
"Oh, well hello Mexico, it's been a long time since we saw you." The shy brother named Canada whispered.
"Long time? We never seen him since forever! Since we lived with England and he lived with Spain!" the loudest of the three brothers America yelled.
"He is right, Canada, we have never seen each other, but I have seen America's house before…" Mexico said with a cunning smile stretched on his face.
"Y-you've been to my house before?" America cried shocked.
"No importa, vamos a hacer turismo." Mexico said as he exited the airport.
'If he keeps on talking in Spanish, I'll have to buy a Spanish-to-English Dictionary…." The Canadian and American thought.
As they were walking, Canada noticed something on Mexico's shoulder.
"Mexico, what's on your shoulder?"
"Hmm? Oh, this is Pepe, my pet Lizard, like you have your Kumajirou, I have him, and he is my loyal companion." Mexico replied.
"H-how do you know about K-Kumajirou?" Canada nervously asked. He didn't even bring Kumajirou with him at the first place.
"Cuba es mi hermano, y él me habló de él. Mexico said.
"…What?" the other two asked.
"Sorry, I'm used to speaking Spanish, I said' Cuba is my brother, and he told me about him"
"Say, Mexico, why is it that you look totally different from us?" America wondered.
"America!" Canada scolded.
"Está bien, Canadá! Mira, yo una vez vivió con España, mientras que usted vivió con Inglaterra, y desde España e Inglaterra son diferentes, eso significa que también son diferentes, pero todos somos hermanos aún.
"Can you at least speak English?" America yelled.
"My bad, I am sorry! I said, It's Okay, Canada! See, I once lived with Spain, while you two live with England, and since Spain and England are different, that means we are different too, but we are all brothers still.'"
"Oh, okay, say, can you show us around your house?" Canada asked.
"¡Por supuesto! Vamos a tomar la dieta de la 'T' y demostrar que la comida que tenemos aquí!" Mexico added.
"Next time he talks in Spanish, I'm going to slap him." America sulked.
"Not that hard, since we are his visitors." Canada ordered.
Sorry for not posting lately, I haven't had an idea for a story yet. WARNING: Mexico doesn't have an official Hetalia design yet, so I used my O.C., okay? Okay see you later. .w.