Angels are Angels (OC x Japan)
Mexico sighed as she stared up at the sky, swinging her legs around as she sat on the wooden floored passages on the edge of Japan's house. Japan had just left to get some tea and snacks.
Her mind started wandering as she looked at a cloud shaped like the White House, and vaguely remembered what had happened a few months ago.
-Flashback Start-
"Hey America, where is the World Meeting?" Mexico spoke into the old-fashioned telephone, holding the speaker close, not having a very loud voice.
"So you're finally going to one?" America explained.
Mexioc flinched a little as his voice boomed throuhg her ears. It was always so unexpectedly loud, and although she called him a lot these days, she was still surprised over it.
"Um...yes. So where is it going to be held?"
"The White House in Washington!" America shouted immediately. "See you next week then!"
"Uh, sure." And with that, she hung up with a sigh.
Them she went to the World Meeting the following week.
Mexico nervously approached the looming White House hovering over her, its shadows enveloping her as she walked closer. She was worrying over little details. What if no one noticed her, or if they didn't like her?
She timidly pulled on the frilly white ribbon on her flowing black hair, her matching white summer dress blwoing in the wind. Carefully, she climbed up the steps, her bright white sandals making a 'flip flop' sounds. She slowly pushed open the heavy white doors, the coldness of the gold-colored handle seeping the warmness from her hands.
She took a carefully-planned step into the building, and her eyes scanned the hallways for a familiar blond-haired, glasses-wearing, hamburger-loving man.
"Yay~!" A cheerful, childish voice yelled happily in a sing-song voice.
Startled, she quickly turned around to face the speaker.
He was a medium-sized man, with blissful brown eyes and short spread-out brown hair, a curl on the left side of his head. He was wearing a blue military uniform, with a black leather belt and shiny black boots.
His sparkling brown eyes met her surprised black ones.
"Um...who are you?" Mexico questioned curiously.
"Oh, are you a new country?" The man queried couriously, eyeballing the seemingly shy country.
"U-um...I'm Mexico..." she muttered inperceptibly, avoiding his gaze as much as possible.
"Mexico?" The nation confirmed, having ignored the fact that she had murmured that as quietly she could.
She nodded shyly, and shuffled her feet nervously.
"I'm North Italy!" The brown-haired individual introduced himself, and stuck out his hand. "It's very nice to meet you!"
Mexico stared at the hand for a few seconds before grasping it gently with her own. They shook hands vigourously, and let go.
"It's...nice to meet you too..." Mexico smiles slightly.
-Flashback End-
Mexico glanced at the nearby bamboo, barely hidden behind the towering Japanese flowers. She was reminded faintly of pandas, who were her favorite animal, thanks to China.
-Flashback Start-
For the umpteenth time, Mexico was stranded on an island.
Dragged along by the Axis pals, they had gotten shipwrecked on an unknown tropical island, and were seperated on impact.
She had been looking for the all day, without success. Finally, the worn-out girl plopped down onto the warm summer beach sand, the sun setting into the distance. The marine-blue ocean was glittering brightly, so it was a wonderful sight.
The black-haired girl started trailing hee finger through the soft sand, drawing small circles and humming a small, catchy tune.
All of a sudden, she felt something gently nudge her arm. Surprised, she jumped up into a fighting (or self-defensive) stance, and her eyes unexpectedly turned hazel.
"I...I know k-karate!" she yelled unconvincingly.
A pair of soft brown eyes met her insecure hazel ones.
She blinked at the baby panda, and vice versa.
Mexico kneeled down onto the sand, and the panda slowly crawled towards her.
"Are you lost?" she asked soothingly, gently patting the panda on its head. "I'm lost too."
The panda tilted its head slightly, as though it could really understand.
Mexico could already feel a friendly bond between her and the panda. Assuming that she was going to be there for a while anyways, she started telling the panda about everything; her financial problems, the drug wars, crime, her own personal problems...all while clutching the baby panda in her arms.
She picked up a slight rustle behind her and flinched for the second time that evening. The tiny panda in her lap looked up at the girl questioningly.
"Wh-who's there?" she called uncertainly.
A head popped out of the bushes, covered with twigs and leaves. "Ni hao~!"
Mexico examined the stranger. He was a short man, his unnaturally long black hair put back in a simple ponytail. When he stood up, Mexico could see that he was wearing a red Chinese outfit.
"Who are you?" she repeated, craning her neck back to glance at the approaching man.
He squatted down next to the two. "Dui bu qi* for scaring you like that! Wo shi** China, aru~!"
Mexico stared at the nation apprehensively before replying. "Um...I'm Mexico..."
The panda jumped into China's outstretched arms, and he clutched it tightly to his chest.
"Oh, was he yours?" she queried.
China nodded vigourously. "Dui bu qi if he caused you any trouble..." He brightened up all of a sudden. "That's right! Are you hungry?"
At that moment, her stomach growled, and she blushed with embarrasement.
"Thought so!" He laughed. "The Chinatown at this island has really good fried rice!"
He grabbed her hand, and she felt her blush come back as he dragged her towards the forest.
She wasn't sure why she was tagging along with this country she had just met, yet she felt a friendly aura around the man.
"Oh yeah!" He stopped suddenly, and Mexico bumped into his back.
"Yes?" she responded, rubbing her head.
"This baby panda is quite fond of you." He faced Mexico and motioned at the panda in his arms. "I bet he would love to be your pet-"
"Really?" He didn't need to finish. Mexico immediately squeaked happily, "Of course!" Forgetting that China was practically a complete stranger, and glomped him excitedly.
"Bu ke qi~***" China grinned at the overexcited nation.
-Flashback End-
The young girl gently touched her pocket, and felt a lump. A bit surprised, she pulled it out.
It was an iPod.
More memories washed over her.
-Flashback Start-
"Mexico! I'm so glad you're here!" Italy glomped the unnerved nation.
"So am I~!" she responded excitedly, her currently orange eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I can't wait to meet the other countries too, especially Germany."
She had known Italy for a while now, and she was visiting his house for the umpteenth time. She was always excited to, since he made the best pasta she had ever eaten.
Slipping into the front door, she followed Italy towards the living room.
Once they had reached the living room, she saw another man she had never met before.
The stranger was tall, and his blonde hair was straight and military-styles, very formal. He was wearing a stiff blue army uniform.
"Oh, Germany!" Italy called. "You haven't met Mexico yet, right?"
Mexico stared at 'Germany' as he looked at them menacingly, scaring her.
"I don't think so," he replied gruffly. "Nice to meet you."
Mexico could barely stutter. This man was intimidating! "N-nice to meet you too...Now if you'll excuse me..." She quickly shuffled out, headed to the music room to calm herself down a bit.
"What's with Mexico?" Italy questioned.
Mexico timidly picked up a classical guitar and examined it carefully. Italy owned good-quality guitars, she decided.
She sat down in a lone chair and took out her iPod from her pocket. Scrolling through the manuscripts she had in her phone, she finally decided on a sonata, something Austria had recently composed. It was a cute song.
And so, she positioned her fingers on the guitar and started to play, making up words as she went along.
Soon, she finished.
"You have a cute voice." Someone commented.
"Wh-who's there?" She nearly dropped the guitar on the hard wood floor, but caught it by its neck just in time.
Germany stepped into the room. "It's me, Germany."
She froze up with fright. "Hola Mr. G-Germany..."
He looked down onto the floor, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "You should sing more..."
-Flashback End-
Mexico smiled. That had been the first time someone heard her singing, and Germany had said it was good...
She set down her iPod beside her.
"Gomenasai for the long wait. The tea took a long time to warm up." Japan sat down quietly beside her, holding a tray of tea and snacks.
"Gracias amigo." She grabbed a cracker and started nibbling on it.
There was a silence between us for a moment.
Finally...
"Mexico-san?" Japan asked.
"Yes?" Mexico glanced at his brown eyes.
"Remember when we first met?"
Mexico nodded solemnly. "Yeah, I do. At a ramen shop, right?" She giggled. "You ate so much."
"Hai, I did." He smiled. "That was the best day of my life."
"The best day of your life? Why?" Mexico asked questioningly.
"Because I...I met you." Japan smiled brightly and put his hand ontop of Mexico's.
Mexico blushed profusely. "That was the best day of my life too..."
"...ashite imasu, Mexico-san."
"Yo te quiero, Japan..."
*Sorry, in Chinese.
**I am..., in Chinese.
***You're welcome, in Chinese.