Two reviews already? ;w; I feel honored, especially since it's my first story. Anyway, one of them requested that I add some more chapters about Mexico's history and her interactions with the other countries. So I'll try and update a few more chapters. The updates may be sporadic because Mexican history isn't exactly my forte. But I'll try! ;u;
Mexico sank to her knees in exhaustion. It was no use, he'd won. She reached up with one bloodstained hand and pulled off her glasses. Her world blurred and she blinked in an attempt to focus her vision, but to no avail. Would it always be like this? Would she have to live in a fog for the rest of her unnaturally long life? A sob threatened to escape her lips but she clamped them tight. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
The crunch of boots on the dry earth caught her attention and she looked up. Even with her bad eyesight she could still see the golden hair, navy blue uniform and sky blue eyes of the man in front of her. She also saw his look of pity. It only added to her sorrow and frustration. Without a word she thrust up her hand and held out the glasses to him. He hesitated a moment before gingerly grabbing them and placing them on his own face. Then he suddenly grabbed her and pulled her into a tight hug.
"I'm sorry!" he gasped, his breath tickling her ear. "I'm sorry I hurt you!" For a split second her heart melted… before reality came crashing down again. She shoved him away and watched with satisfaction as his face changed from remorseful to surprised and hurt.
"But you're not sorry you took my land!" she hissed. "How could you?!" she screamed, her hands curled into fists. "How could you do this me? I'm- We're- …We're FAMILY!" She raised one of her fists and before America could react she punched him squarely across the jaw, he fell onto his back and his eyes filled with tears of pain. How dare he? How dare HE be the one crying?! Rage and pure spite dripped out of her next words. "You're just like those Europeans, always greedy, always wanting more. Never being content with all that you already have." America's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to speak but she continued relentlessly. "You're becoming just like England! And one day you'll be alone and friendless. Just. Like. Him."
America snarled and leaped to his feet. He grabbed Mexico's shoulder roughly and pulled her close until their noses were almost touching. "I'M NOT LIKE HIM!" he yelled. "I'm nothing like him! I…" he trailed off and released her. "I just-…" he turned away from her. "Just go," he whispered. "You're on the wrong side of the border." With that he stumbled away.
Mexico waited until she was sure he was gone before she broke down and fell back to the earth sobbing.
*sniffle* I don't like writing sad stuff, I like fluff! But I felt this had to be done. The Mexican-American War was not fun for either side and it was probably devastating for Alfred and Maria. This is my first time writing something angsty so I hope I did okay. I'm planning for the next chapter to be happier... for Mexico at least...X3 Please review!