Don't own Hetalia.
A Few Odd Meetings
It was during the next meeting's lunch break that Canada was able to see the hyper-active member of his new family. But it wasn't under the best circumstances. As he was approaching the Spaniard, he saw that Romano was currently screaming at him.
"Stay the hell away from me, you damn bastard! I'm tired of you acting like you care for me!" If you looked closely at Spain, you would be able to see the sudden heartbroken look on his face before it disappeared behind his grin.
"But I do care about you, Lovi! I really do-"
"Bullshit! I'm tired of your lies! I want you to only see me whenever I need tomatoes. Other than that, I want nothing to do with you!" With that, Romano turned and went to find his brother, leaving a distraught Spain grasping his heart. Slowly, the Spaniard bent down to rest on his knees, before dropping his and coughing, wiping his face for a few seconds and looking up again. He then murmured something, but Canada was able to catch what he said.
"Why? Why must it hurt when the ones I love leave me like this? First it was my children, now Lovi… but it always hurts so much." When Antonio finally looked up, he had a bright grin on his face while tears continued to run down his cheeks, and Matthew felt a part of his stomach go cold.
Antonio continued. "I hope you live a happy life, Lovino; I now forfeit my right to care for you. Lovino, I give you your freedom." Though Romano had already left, Canada felt the seriousness of the whole situation crash down around him, and he finally stepped into view. As if now hearing him, Spain's head snapped over and his green eyes met Canada's blue-violet eyes. Shock seemed to flash over his face, before being replaced with such sincere happiness that it almost hurt Matthew to see it.
"Matteo! What are you doing here?" Spain grinned again. "Oh, I know! You're here to ask me something, right? Oooo, I wouldn't suggest that; I'd be the first to tell you that I know next to nothing about anything." He then walked over and wrapped his arm around the Canadian's shoulders. "Come on, I want you to meet someone, his name is China and guess what? He's been alive for 5000 years! He'll answer your questions."
Ignoring the blonde's amused looks, Spain started to lead him back to the conference room. When they entered, they were generally ignored, though some people gave them odd looks. One person, a young woman who didn't attend meetings often, eyed Canada warily. Though Canada felt nervous under scrutiny, Spain didn't look bothered at all, and actually lead Canada over to the passive-aggressive girl.
As they drew closer, Matthew began to see the similarities between the girl and Antonio. Like the Spaniard, the girl had deeply tanned skin. Though her eyes were a very dark brown, they held the same warmth Spain's held. Her hair, an almost raven black, was tied up in a pony tail.
The other thing Canada noticed was that, as they drew closer, the tension began to leave her form, and an eager smile replaced her frown. Before they even reached her, she stood up and threw herself at Spain, hugging him around the neck.
Laughing, Spain wrapped his arms around her waist to hug her back, and they kissed each other on the cheek. Turning, Antonio used his head to gesture to the girl, who was now resting her head against his chest. "Matteo, this is Rosanna, mi hija." He then turned to the girl. "Hija, this is Matteo. He es mi amigo."
Turning to the Canadian, Rosanna nodded to him. "Hola, Canada. Yo soy Rosanna, but I would prefer you call me Mexico for now."
Startled, Canada nodded back. "O-oh, you're Al's other neighbor." Something in Mexico's eyes hardened at this, and her grip on Spain grew tighter.
"Yes, I am America's southern neighbor." Ignoring the somewhat tense atmosphere, Antonio kissed Rosanna on the forehead before letting her go.
"It's so good to see you again, hija. I would love to stay longer, but I need to speak with Yao." Nodding, Mexico hugged Spain one more time and walked back to her chair. Antonio watched her walk away for a second before grabbing Matthew again and resumed herding him to the now visible and obviously amused China.
When they reached him, Yao stood up and hugged the Spaniard. It was obvious he was concerned as he drew back and looked into Spain's eyes. Softly, he asked, "What happened, oh Feathered Serpent?" And Spain turned away, sighing.
"The sun was stripped away from me; stolen by the claws of the falcon." China narrowed his eyes at those words, and patted Antonio on the shoulder to comfort him. Spain looked back, and after a moment, grinned and gestured to Canada.
"Yao, Matteo has questions I'm pretty sure I can't answer." Curious, Yao glanced at Canada and smiled.
"What questions do you have, Matthew?" Though he didn't have questions beforehand, something the two said confused him; he might as well ask him now.
"Why did you call Spain the Feathered Serpent?" Instead of answering, Yao gestured to Antonio, and the Spaniard stood in front of Canada.
"Back when I was still an exploring and powerful nation, my people killed many ancient tribes in South America. While I took some part of this, I was more interested in the others' culture. I met the leader of each tribe and we would talk of their gods, music, rituals, weapons, clothing, and so many other things. Before each tribe fell, I asked each leader their opinion of this. They all told me they didn't mind because their god told them his successor would take them away. They all had the same form for their god; a great winged serpent. So they accepted their death, because the child of the serpent was there to claim the land as his own. I was the child of the serpent to these people."
Antonio finished his monologue with a cheeky grin and rubbed the back of his head, "Yao calls me the Feathered Serpent because the Child of the Serpent is such a mouthful."
While Canada stared startled at the grinning nation, another voice broke through the silence around them. "You keep talking, you'll make the kids ears bleed, Tonio."
Grinning widening even more, Spain shoved the speaker as approached them playfully. "Go to hell, Matthias."
The Dane grinned back at the Spaniard and crossed his arms. "No thanks, man; it's too damn hot down there."
Laughing as the two continued to banter back and forth, Yao looked at Canada, who seemed dazed from all this new information, and gestured at the blond bickering with Spain. "Matthew, this is Matthias, also known as Denmark. Antonio and I met him while we traveled and studies ancient languages." Returning to the other two's conversation, they found themselves in the middle of a rather…creative argument.
"The hell, you cheapskate? I'm telling you; my axe is clearly larger than yours!" Denmark yelled this in Spain's face, but the brunette stared fearlessly back at him.
"And I'm telling you; it's not the size that matters, but the performance." Spain responded without breaking a sweat, and the two locked eyes.
"What are you getting at, you cape-wearing clown?"
"Yours is too big! While impressive, it's only good for one go around."
"One is all you should need! You're just anal about this because yours is smaller."
At this Spain smirked and leaned forward. "Indeed, it is smaller, but I can go longer with it, while you're tired after one go, you devolved barbarian."
The Dane growled. "You trying to start something, bucko?"
Spain growled back, and you could see the sparks between the two. "Maybe I am, you club swinging caveman."
The two continued to glare for a little while, before falling apart laughing. Wiping a tear from his eye, Denmark grinned at Spain and thumped him on the shoulder.
"That was awesome, man. I haven't done that in a while; I kinda missed it."
Spain grinned back. "Same here, Thias; same here." Their camaraderie was broken when someone outside the little quartet coughed and suddenly the two conquering nations found themselves subject to two heated glares and a pair of horrified eyes.
"Pardon me, but what the bloody hell were you two talking about?" England was obviously trying to maintain his composure, but his face was a very interesting shade of red. Behind him, Sweden was also glaring at the two while Finland stared at them as if they had been discussing the difference of using blood instead of body paint for demonic rituals. Denmark blinked at the three uncomprehendingly, before grinning.
"We were comparing axes, obviously." Then, as if struck by inspiration, the Dane turned and looked at the conquistador who seemed just as confused as he was. "Hey, maybe we should get an outsiders' point of view." When Spain shrugged in agreement, the Nordic nation grinned and turned back to the three disturbed nations. "Okay, we're gonna show you our axes, and then you have to decide which is better."
Those words seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back. England's face darkened even more before he stuttered out an excuse and ran away. Sweden might have glared more, if he wasn't to busy staring in shock at the now unconscious Finland that had fainted in his arms only seconds ago.
While the two clueless nations blinked at the scene in confusion, China laughed from his spot behind them next to a blushing and staring Canada.
"Ah, the joys of ignorance." He murmured.
After saying this, the lunch break came to an end, and everyone returned to their seats. Some of the differences were noticeable, with England blushing an interesting magenta color, Finland was still passed out, Sweden was still glaring, and Spain and Denmark were passing notes, but everything was still sane. For now.
'Why can't things be simple?' Canada wondered. But he knew the answer: simplicity would never be as enjoyable as the complex friendship he felt forming between him and the most unlikely nations ever to understand him.
While both Denmark and Spain are intelligent, I can see those two having moments of ignorance.
The Battle-Axe comparison was inspired by a conversation I had with Celestial Coffee-Can.
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