Hai y'all!
Is been a little while since i have published in the Mexico's House section of my RNSS Central America series...
So I decided to add another chapter...and yes, you saw right...this one is chapter1! (probably)
As usual: I dont own APH (..DAMMIT I WISH I DID THOUGH!)
Reviews are nice (please, no pointless flames...but constructive criticism is most welcome)

And also, my appologies for bad spelling and typos (I fail at the first, and for some reason the school keybords I use fail at the second...(so sue me! :P))

So, withought further ado, i give you...

RNSS-
Central America-
Mexico's house-
Chapter 1-
Merger p1
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Mexico marched into the room angrily and slammed the door shut behind him. Panama flinched as the loud 'crack' echoed along the long corridor.
Mexico paced the front entrance hall and then suddenly sat down on a small bench jutting out from the wall. He ran a hand through his long brown hair and sighed exasperatedly.
After a second he turned to look at Panama.
The small country was in the far corner of the room looking at him nervously, fidgeting with his hands.
"Mexico, what's wrong?" Panama asked.
"You know whats wrong" Mexico snapped. Once again he rose and walked to the door.
Mexico leaned his head on the cool marble door frame and looked out the adjacent window. "...Every single one of those bastards rejected that damn alliance..."
An irritated silence filled the room.
Eventually Panama gathered enough courage to stutter "...But I didn't "
For a second Panamas heart froze with fear as Mexico turned to face him...his angry eyes locked onto Panamas and time slowed.
A long minute passed.
Mexico's expression softened...and for the first time that day a genuine smile graced his tanned face.
"No " he conceded, "you didn't".

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(If this was actual APH the intro music would be playing here...)

An hour later and Mexico was in his study.
He was sitting in his office chair with his back to the door. In front of him was a large white-board...covered in maps and thick sheets of fresh paper.
Mexico rose and walked over to the board, hands casually in his pockets. He stopped in front of a large map of Central America and the Caribbean.
Reaching to his left Mexico picked up several markers and shaded in the countries on the map. He shaded in Mexico a deep blue, along with Panama. He then coloured all the other central-American countries a deep red.
Lastly he looked over towards the Caribbean and shaded in Jamaica, Haiti, the Dominican Republic and Puerto Rico the same shade of red.
The meeting had not gone well.
But there was one country who had been unable to attend.
Mexico turned, breathed deeply and dialled the number.
"Si, hola amigo!...si...si, I was just calling to check that our meeting is going ahead...si...muy bueno, I'll see you soon then...si, adios"
Mexico again walked over to the board and pulled out a black marker. He looked again at the Caribbean and circled Cuba.
"Come on mi amigo...I'm relying on you"

Panama dashed down the hallway, skidding as he turned the corner and knocking over an unsuspecting butler in his rapid dash to find his big brother.
"Mexico, Mexico!" he hollered (or as close to hollering as the little nation could get). Again he cried, "Mexico, Cuba is here"
In his study Mexico's head jerked up as he heard the crash of a tray full of what was to be his lunch, followed by an incoherent set of yells, muffled by his large oak door; put there for that very reason.
Another bout of yelling filled the air, followed by yet another crash (Mexico's rare collection of desert flowers in a hand-made Aztec vase) before he heard Panama skidding to a stop outside his door.
Mexico rubbed the sleep form his eyes and briefly dusted off his uniform.
A loud knocking filled the room.
"Come in Panama" Mexico called.
Panama waisted no time slamming the door open, sending yet another antique vase on a one-way trip to the hard stone floor and knocking a picture Mexico had painted himself of his daughter Mexico City into an open filing cabinet.
Mexico flinched and turned to face Panama.
"What the hell do you think your doing?" he screamed.
Panama yelped and dived for cover, once again knocking over the butler who had recovered from his tumble and had ran all the way to his masters room to see if he was okay.
Mexico jumped to his feet at the sound of his most trusted employee hitting the floor.
"Sorry mexico! Sorry" Panama cringed and his big brother lifted him by the collar.
"Not only have you assaulted my staff but you have destroyed a priceless antique and defiled the atmosphere of peace I have tried so very hard to install and maintain since you entered my house...and you have also interrupted my sleep! So you'd better have a good explanation for why you're here"

Mexico could feel Panama shaking in his grip so he dropped the small nation, but he still glared at him with enough force to keep him pinned in place.
"Cuba is here, sir"
Mexico blinked, suddenly frozen.
A heartbeat later his glare was replaced by a panicked expression.

Mexico glanced down at Panama, then at his recovering butler.
Just at that second Mexico heard a loud knocking at his front door.
Without hesitation he grabbed Panamas hand and dragged him at full pace towards the front entrance hall.

When he reached the entryway he stopped and turned to face Panama, "go to the meeting room and make sure it's presentable I'll try to delay Cuba for a bit"

Panama nodded and turned to leave.
"And Panama, try not to break anything else" Mexico added as an afterthought.