"Mexico, what's wrong? Why are you crying, tell me what happened?" Canada asked as he tried to sooth her.
"Prussia, he was here and he tried to… he tried to… it was horrible just horrible," Mexico sobbed as clung onto Canada.
"Mexico, don't worry he is not here anymore. You don't have to worry and you know why?" America asked taking a hold of one of Mexico's hands and kissing it.
"No… why…, America?" Mexico asked in between sobs.
"Because I am the hero and your personal knight and shining armor and I won't let anyone near you but me," America gloated.
"Um that's nice but we have been through this before, America," Mexico sighed as she let go of Canada in order to sit down on the bed.
"What do you mean? This isn't the first time Prussia has tried to… well you know," Canada muttered.
"Oh no, Canada, that was the first time that Prussia has ever done that. Now that I think about it he has never even noticed me before now, I wonder what could have brought that change in him. What I meant is that this is the not the first time that you, America, have offered to be my knight and shining armor. And like all of those other times you've offered my answer is no. The reason is that I am in love with someone else," Mexico responded batting her eyes at Canada.
"If he offered to be your knight and shining armor would you accept his offer, Mexico?" America asked.
"No I would not, I don't like the idea of playing damsel in distress," Mexico responded.
"Well you were playing damsel in distress when Prussia was here," America said sitting right next to her.
"Its not like I had a choice, damn that Prussia is strong," Mexico complained rubbing her wrist.
"I bet I am stronger that he is," America teased as he inched closer to Mexico.
"What are you doing, America?" Mexico snapped.
"Just trying to close the spaces between us, Mexico," America cooed.
"There is a wall between us, America, and besides you're the one who built it, remember?" Mexico reminded him and pushing him away.
"Why can't we leave that in the past, Mexico?" America pried as he once more tried to close the gaps between them.
"I'd love to but you're the one who always tells me not to go to my ex-lands that you stole from me, America," Mexico sighed once again pushing him away from her.
"I can't help it if I am in love with you, Mexico. Don't you see that I did that just to get your attention," America confessed taking his chance to kiss Mexico.
Mexico didn't know what to do both her body and mind were in shock.
'Canada is right there and he is seeing me kiss someone else. What does he think of me? No I must stop this kiss before it goes any further! No I don't want to!' Mexico's mind cried.
'Heh! Your not struggling, Mexico? Maybe deep down you wanted this too. Now let us see how far I can go,' America chuckled to himself.
Suddenly tears hit America's cheeks. America opens his eyes and sees something he hasn't seen ever since he killed Northern Mexico and took his lands. Filled with so much pain he quickly stops the kiss and gets up and leaves. Once safe in his own room, he locks the door behind him and cries out of anger.
"Damn! After all these years those eyes will always be my one true weakness!" America snarled as he punched at the wall leaving a huge hole behind.
America knew that he would have to pay for the damage later but right now he needed to sleep in order to keep his anger in check. How long ago was that war? That's right one hundred forty-five years ago, in regular human years, but for them it was more like seven years and four months. However, whenever Mexico had that look in her eyes he couldn't help but feel that it had only been yesterday.
Flashback:
"Northern Mexico! Give up or I will have no choice but hurt this very beautiful sister of yours!" America warned as he licked Southern Mexico's cheek.
"Deja la ir, maldito animal! (Let her go you fucken animal!) Esto es entre tu y yo no ella so suelta la ahorita mismo! (This is between you and me so let her go now!)" Northern Mexico demanded. Northern Mexico tried to move his gun in the right position to shoot America dead.
"I don't think so, Northern Mexico! You should have surrendered yourself to me along time ago then this would have never happened!" America shouted moving one of his hands under Southern Mexico's skirt.
"Hermano!" Southern Mexico screeched as America began to stroke her lower lips.
"Que diablos estas asiendo con mi hermana, maldito cabron! (What the hell are you doing to my sister, fucken idiot!)" Northern Mexico shouted feeling rather outraged. Once more trying get a good shot at America so that he can kill him easily.
"Oh come now, Northern Mexico, I bet I am doing something you sister seems to mind. Do you mind if I touch you like this, Southern Mexico?" America sneered placing his other hand in her shirt and pinching her nipples.
"No!" Southern Mexico screams in horror as she tries to wriggle away turning her head in America's direction.
"See what I mean, Northern Mexico, your sister doesn't seem to mind at all," America teased stealing a kiss from Southern Mexico.
Tears began to spring out of Southern Mexico's eyes. That was all that Northern Mexico could take, he finally sunk to his knees dropping his gun on the dirt.
"Esta bien ya ganaste que son tus demandas. Me rindo a tus pies, pídeme lo que tu quieras y yo lo hare realidad, no mas di la palabra y es tuyo. (Alright you won what are your demands. I surrender at your feet, ask me for whatever you want and I will make it a reality, just say the Word and its yours.) Pero por favor no mas suelta a mi hermana, (But please just let go of my sister,)" Northern Mexico begged.
"I am glad you finally reached your senses, Northern Mexico," America said letting go of Southern Mexico who quickly ran to her brothers arms.
"Esta bien Chiquita, yo estoy aquí nada malo te va pasar, te lo aseguro, (Its okay Little girl, I am here nothing bad is going to happen to you, I promise,)" Northern Mexico cooed as he rubbed his sister's back.
"Northern Mexico, if you will just follow me," America demanded.
"No!" Southern Mexico shouted as she desperately clung to her bother's blood covered shirt. Some how Southern Mexico that this was going to be the last time she would see her Brother Northern Mexico alive.
"Mexico, let go of me!" Northern Mexico barked yanking himself free Mexico's grasps.
Southern Mexico gasped not from the sudden roughness her brother was with her, but because of what he called her. It was official they both knew that this was the end of Northern Mexico the great. Now Southern Mexico would have to rule without the help from her brother. Damn it all to hell! She knew that she was nothing without him. She needed her older brother to make sure things stayed in order and in order to make sure that not only her present boss but those yet to come did not take advantage of her.
Mexico glared at America's back with her eyes filled with so much hate, but to America they were filled with a sad coldness as if all the light from them had vanished.
End flashback.
"Mexico, do you love… um never mind," Canada mumbled.
America quickly got out of his bed and went to go and listen to Mexico and Canada's conversation in the hallway.
"Do I love who, Canada?" Mexico asked.
America could almost hear the nervousness in Mexico's voice.
"America," Canada answered, "I mean you are always at his house."
"I am always at his house aren't I? I do have some fondness to him, but do I love him like a woman loves her man, no," Mexico confirmed, "and besides I am in love with someone else."
"Who?" Canada asked feeling rather nervous.
'Damn! Canada are you that oblivious!' America thought feeling rather outraged.
"Well he is someone I haven't seen in quite sometime. He wears glasses and he doesn't know how I feel about him," Mexico confessed.
"So you are in love with Austria?" Canada gloomily asked.
"No silly I am in love with you, mi Canada," Mexico cheered and kissed him.
'No!'America's heart screamed as his knees began to feel weak.