I am glad to see that a good amount of people read this story. I *love* views, reviews, anything. (Gawd, I'm lame.)
My spanish might need brushing up. I'm also gonna update on what Pedro was thinking in the last chapter. I really want to add the upside-down question marks and accents. It's kinda killing my spanish grammar as it is.
After looking at some pictures of Deviantart, I am convinced there are two siblings for Mexico. Which helped me write this chapter.
Menudo: soup made on tripe, hominy, chili, and other ingredients. Relieves hangovers.
Date: February 9, 1848
Location: Current home of Northern and Southen Mexico, Zacatecas
When Pedro made his way back home, his older sister waited for him, watching the stove for some homemade menudo. She knew that her brother wouldn't be too happy once he returned. Perhaps his favorite dish would lift up some spirit," ¿Pedro, como the fue? (How did it go)" She gasped as she saw something missing from his face," ¿Donde esta tus lentes? (Where are your glasses?)"
Pedro took a seat, taking off the traditional sweater from his country, looking at her sister emotionless," Traeme cerveza, Maria. (Bring me beer)"
Maria looked at him more worried than before," No me digas que te quito los lentes… (Don't tell me he took your glasses.)"
"¡¿No me puedes traer cerveza!? (Can't you bring me beer?!)" Maria flinched at his sudden anger, a frown appearing on her face as she began to look for beer in the alcohol inventory in their house.
When she returned, she angrily set the beer in front of Pedro, crossing her arms," ¿¡Que vas hacer sin tus lentes?! ¿¡Estas loco?! ¿¡Que pasa si el agarra mas de tu tierra?! (What are you gonna do without your glasses?! Are you crazy?! What happens if he takes more of your land?!)"
"Ni empiezas… (Don't start)" Pedro angrily opened the bottle of beer with his bear hands and chugged the liquid down his throat, wanting to forget how quickly the man from the north took the glasses he wished he never gave away.
"Pedro, hoy es el dia que yo invite nuestros primos…" Maria flinched again as she saw Pedro break the glass of the beer he just finished, Pedro going from mad to furious.
"¡No mames! ([Pretty offensive])"
Maria got her sandal that she wore and smacked Pedro's face," ¡Para de decir tanto chucheria! ¡Me enfades cada vez que te enojas! ¡Ya no les puedo decir no! ¡Van a venir y tu vas a hablar con ellos! (Such saying such bad things! I get irritated every time you mad! I can't tell them no! They are coming and you're gonna talk to them!)"
"¿¡Por que?! ¡Se van a burlarme de mi! ¡Ni empiezas tambien que no vas a hablar de chisme con los demas! (Why?! They'll make fun of me! Don't even start with I'm not gonna gossip about it!)" Northern Mexico got up and began to walk to where the inventory of alcohol was, only a few steps away from the kitchen table he sat by. Southern Mexico began to follow him, crossing her arms angrily at him.
"Voy a prometer de no hablar de tus lentes cuando ellos vienen… (I'll promise not to talk to them about your glasses)" said Maria, snatching the first bottle of beer that Mexico gets a hold of," ¡No vas a tomar hasta cuando ellos vegan! (You're not drinking until they get here!)"
Pedro looked at her sister annoyed, walking up to her and hugging her tightly," Si te preguntan, los perdi… (If they ask, I lost them)" Maria's eyes widened as she felt a warm liquid forming on her thin clothing," Y gracias por hacerme menudo. (And thanks for making me menudo)"
Maria hugged him back tightly, feeling how much weaker her brother was, her eyes widening again," ¿Perdiste algo mas que tus lentes? (Did you lose more than your glasses?)"
Pedro blinked, looking at his sister in question," ¿Por que preguntas? (Why do you ask?)"
"Siento como tu no estas tan fuerte (You don't feel very strong)…" said Maria, making Pedro look at her funny.
"Alamejor hoy no es mi dia (Perhaps today isn't my day)," said Pedro, walking off and looking at the small town they both lived in, seeing the injured soldiers from the recent war they were in with America. Pedro tried to ignore the war he just had with Alfred, looking back at her sister serving a bowl of menudo for him," Lo como despues que saque mas carne para nuestros primos. (I'll eat it after I take out more meat for our cousins)"
After walking a few feet to his back yard, he heard his sister yell her absolute loudest," ¡¡Apurate antes de que tu menudo se enfrie!! (Hurry up before your menudo gets cold!!)"
Maria was sitting down with Lupe (Guatemala), Ana (Puerto Rico) Yolanda (Nicaragua), Rosa (Costa Rica), Inez (Venezuela), and Lola (Columbia) in a chair, talking to each other about how they enjoy their contries, as well enjoying the coffee Columbia brought from her country.
The male countries,Yahir (Argentina), Reynaldo (Brazil), Luis (Peru), Jorge (Ecuador), Manuel (Honduras), Rodolfo (Panama), Jose (Haiti), Navarro (Dominican Republic), Francisco (El Salvador), Santiago (Cuba), Alberto (Uruguay), Carlos (Chile), Jaime (Paraguay), and Hernando (Bolivia) were outside in the afternoon playing some soccer.
The first to ever come out of the soccer game was Carlos, politely interrupting the talk of the female countries," ¿Donde esta Pedro? (Where's Pedro?)"
Maria widened her eyes a bit, looking at Carlos," ¿No esta jugando con ustedes? (He's not playing with you guys?)"
Carlo shook his head," Me dijo que se fue a contrar sus lentes. Se fue por el norte del pueblo. (He told me he went to go look for his glasses. He went north of town.)"
The other female countries began to whisper to each other, giggling at the ideas of what could've happened to Pedro, Maria becoming nervous," ¿Se fue solito? (Did he go alone?)"
Carlos shook his head again," Creo que le llamo alguien del capital. Tenian algo muy importante de hablar con el. (I think someone from the capital called him out. They had something important to talk to him.)"
Maria gasped, getting off her chair and put on her sweater," Rosa, mira el caldo. Horita voy a regresar. (Rosa, look over the soup. I'll return soon)" Maria ran out the door and ran to the stables, getting on a horse and quickly setting off to find Pedro. The other male countries began to whistle at Maria and asking where she was going. Lupe was halted by Carlos as she wanted to join Maria, the others seeing something was not going right.
Pedro's heart stopped as he saw how much land America had now acquainted, Pedro being at the verge of tears," No puede ser… ¿¡Como pudieron hacer esto a mi?!" (This can't be…. How could you do this to me?!)
"¡¿Nosotros!? (Us?!)" One of the bosses of Mexico looked at Pedro angrily," ¿¡Como tu no sabiste que paso en la guerra?! Perdimos tambien todo la tierra de California. ¡Toda la culpa es de tu padrastro! El vendio todo el terrono. (How could you not know what happened during the war?! We also lost all the land of California. It's all your stepfather's fault. He sold all that territory.)"
Pedro looked down to the floor emotionless, griping onto the rope he always held in his hand, bringing down his hat again," ¿No te dijo tu hermana? (Didn't your sister tell you?)" said another of Mexico's bosses. Right at that moment, Maria slammed the door open, anger expressed across her eyes.
"¡No me dijeron tal cosa! (You didn't tell me such thing!)" The four bosses of Maria and Pedro were scared when Maria came just in time to strike back. But much to Maria's surprise, Pedro just walked pass her, merely having physical contact as he walked out the door.
"No importa. Yo deberia saber que esto hiba pasar. (It doesn't matter. I should've known this would happen.)" Maria looked at the bosses that ruled her and her brother, the tears in her eyes showing the extreme anger towards them. She simply thought that they weren't worth it, running out to find her brother.
Pedro ran out of the house where he had the discussion with his bosses, getting onto the horse and ran away to try and see how the land of California was really like. He had to make sure that they weren't lying to him. Northern Mexico could've cared less about Texas, it was only his vision he'd lose. But losing California was almost as losing his-
Pedro was ashamed of confronting a small church that he first saw, afraid to confess to the priest he was soon to lose his sanity and faith to the northern man.
Maria had to give up searching for her younger brother, going back to the land of southern and tell all her relatives to return home, still keeping her promise of not telling that Pedro lost his glasses, as well hiding how Pedro was soon to give up all the northern part of himself. Once she saw her small house empty, she prepared herself to set off into the night, ready to give one of the countries a talk of their lives.
Alfred will come around in a few chapters. Gotta sort out the history of Mexico and US, especially if I wanna include yaoi. The idea of writing this fanfiction was in my head for such a long time, I had to write SOMETHING.
Anyone can bag me for the names I chose for the other latin countries.