A/N: Good grief, it's been so long since I don't write fanfiction! It's my first Hetalia, though, so be nice! This is so badly written but whatever, man. I write what I want. A tidbit about what you're going to read, this is a Canadaxfem!Mexico fic based on the post-NAFTA meeting Canada, America, and Mexico just had like, yesterday, I think. So yeah. Be aware I'm not very good at history and I did try my best to sound eloquent, my apologies to any inconsistency you may find. You may also point it out and rub it in my face so everybody sees how much I suck at history, and how little I care XD I kid, I kid. But no, really. If you find a mistake, do point it out for me, please. I'll be eternally grateful!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA. Just my suckish, badly written novel -_-

The Host

Mexico wasn't looking forward to have America and Canada at her house. Yes, it was kind of an unacknowledged rule that they met every few years, but to be frank she hoped she hadn't have to be the host. Things weren't exactly peachy between the three of them at the moment. It was no surprise this was the case with Alfred, because what else is new? But Matthew was a different thing. Ever since he kindly asked her not to visit him so often a couple years ago, things were never the same.

Matt was not the type of guy that was too assertive. Heck, he was okay with the other countries ignoring him or mistaking him for Alfred. So it was kind of a low blow when he decided to be more definite with her. It made her feel Matthew didn't like her. But unlike when she fought with Alfred, instead of being mad she was desperately sad. She really cared for Mattie, despite they didn't talk often and didn't see much of each other. She always hated how the other countries shunned him off at the meetings and how they pretended he wasn't even there. If they only knew how kind and resourceful he was they would treat him with respect. It got the best of her, frankly. Matthew could be a big bully if he wanted to. He could kick his brother's ass in a heartbeat. But he chose not to, he confessed to her one time. She admired him for that. If it were her, well, she'd probably lead the war against Alfie in revenge for that sick friends with benefits relationship he forced her into.

She sighed.

She never got invited into meetings. Sure, Mattie got ignored all the time, but at least the other countries remember to send him an invitation! And now she was going to be the host. What a weird feeling. It made her stomach upset.

"What's taking them so long?" she asked while pacing around her living room. She inspected every crook and cranny, brushing her finger along and looking for dust. Not a spec, as usual. They could say a lot of things about her, but being a bad host was not one of them. She had the living room repainted and decorated for the twins' arrival. All Mexican furniture and art, of course. Pantries stocked, bedrooms made, amenities bought, activities planned. Everything was ready, she triple-checked yesterday and double-checked this morning.

The clock at the wall struck three o'clock. An hour late. 'Who's irremediably late now, England?' she thought.

"Stupid Alfred," she started mumbling. "Damn gringo probably boycotted the whole thing so I would look bad. And damn Matthew for being such a pushover, he probably went along with it!"

Ding-dong.

She gasped.

"Yo, wetback!"

"Don't be so rude, Alfred!"

"Chillax dude, I'm totally just kidding!"

"Right. Then next time I call you a diabetic, obese whale damned to die of an untreated heart attack, don't get mad because I'll be joking, too."

"Yeah, yeah, the healthcare joke stopped being funny the first ten thousand times, man. You know what would be nice, though? If Mexico here actually had remembered to pick us up at the airport!"

Right. She forgot about that one detail.

The airport. Picking up the visits. Picking up the visits at the airport.

So much for a good host.