Mexico is standing behind him. She wore a beige poncho that reached her ankles and a sombrero. It almost seemed as she did not want him to see her face since the poncho seemed to give her face a large shadow. She carried a shot gun on her back and wrapped around her were bullets; however, she doesn't seem as though she is going to hurt him. Mexico has with her a small ragged bag that seems to contain medicinal ointments. Mexico smiles at the Confederacy as sweetly as she can muster, and slowly walks towards him fearful that she might startle him. Confederacy is not fooled by her smile because he can see the hatred she has in her eyes.

"What have you come here for, Mexico? Have you come to humiliate me?" Confederacy asked faking outrage. Although the truth was that he was dying from desire to take her how she was and sink into her perfume and have her long silky dark brown hair wrap around his fingers, but he knew that she would reject him just as she did the last time he tried only that he had forced himself on her.

"No, I have not come to make fun of you but I have come here to give you the medical attentions you so need, Confederacy," Mexico said with a warm smile.

Her words felt like a blow to the gut, and it hurt even more than anything he had faced in his life.
"I have come to do what you did not do for Puebla, Confederacy," Mexico said gently as she walked towards him and began to look at his injured hand.

Confederacy remembered Puebla he even remembered what had happened the day before Puebla and Spain's encounter.

Flashback:

America looked at a letter that had been sent to him from Spain. Then he showed it to the Confederacy, who read it to himself.

'Dear America and Confederacy,

I have come to you begging you to let me see mi nene, my little boy, Puebla. He seems to want indepence form me don't get me wrong it is not that I am being selfish and do not wish to let him go it's just that I fear that he is just too young and you both know how cruel the world can be. I just want to keep him safe until I think he has come of age to care for himself. So please I come to you not as an enemy but as someone who just wishes to see his child so that he is safe from any harm. I however cannot do this without your help, please let me talk to him. He is my only son after all.
Yours truly,
Spain'

"You don't accuatly believe this bullshit do you, America?" Confederacy asked looking at his brother.
"Saddly Confederacy, I do. After all Puebla is Spain's only son, and look at all that happened to us after we got our indepence," America said.

"Do you really think that Spain wouldn't hurt Puebla? Spain doesn't even care if he lives or dies. I heard him tell New Spain," Confederacy said.

"What father doesn't care about his own son's safety? Besides even if you do not like it we are going to help Spain and that is final, Confederacy," America said.

"But we promissed Puebla that we would keep Spain away from him, America!" Confederacy shouted getting up from the shair he had been sitting on.

"No! You promissed Puebla I did not, Confederacy, without my permission. Even though you knew it was not your decision to make, since it's quite clear that what I say goes around this place," America said trying to remain calm.

Two days later, both Confederacy and America had gone down south to New Spain's house. What awaited them would shock them. They saw it on New Spain's front porch, the trail of blood as if som poor animal had been dragged into the house. America opened the door to see New Spain crying over a lifeless body who seemed almost unrecongnizable due to all of the wounds he had on his body.

"No por favor no me dejes, Puebla. Por lo que mas quieras no me dejes!" New Spain said as she picked her brother up and held him in her arms, and began to rock him back and forth. It would almost seem as if she was trying to lull him to sleep. When Puebla didn't stir she cried even harder as even more tears began to fall on Puebla's broken nose cleaning away some of the blood of his face.
America and Confederacy both could not help but feel heartbroken as they saw New Spain cry over her dead younger brother. Confederacy wanted to walk over to where New Spain was and pull her in his arms and holds her tight; however, his knees felt weak so instead he sank down and began to cry himself. America on the other hand walks over to her and pulls her in his arms.

"Canada?" New Spain asks America.

"Oui, New Spain it's me," America lies as he moves their lips closer for a kiss that returns believing that he truly is Canada.

New Spain suddenly looks at Confederacy who was crying on her floor. She quickly pulls away from America's warm embrace and picks up a pistol that lay right next to her brother's dead body. Then she shoots her roof out of anger and glares at the two teens who are a couple of months older than she is.

"Largo de mi casa," New Spain snarls as she glares at them pointing the gun in Confederacy's direction, "didn't you hear me? I said get the fuck out of my house! It's your entire fault that Puebla is dead! You, America, for letting Spain get to him! And you for not telling me about Puebla's plan, Confederacy! I cannot believe you would show your dirty faces in my house, Spain was right all along about you two you are a nation built on false hope!"

America walked over to her and pulled her one more time in his arms and kissed her once again. New Spain at first refused but later on kissed back; however, when Confederacy got up and began to walk towards them New Spain fired the gun at his direction.

"No, you are not Canada. I want only Canada to hold me that way, to tell me Ch't'aime, Nouvelle-Espagne. I want only Canada to kiss me, because I am in love with him," New Spain said as she tor herself from America.

Confederacy got up and ran away after what he just heard New Spain say. 'She is in love with Canada! No it can't be, can it?' Canada asked as a tears began to spring out of his eyes.
Then he remembers all those night when they were all younger and they had to sleep in the same room since their older brother were at war with each other. Confederacy remembered how New Spain would get up from her bed and walk over to Canada and cuddle with him. If that wasn't enough there were also those times when he would see them together and they would quickly pull apart and how Canada would blush a dark shade of red.

End Flashback:

"Mexico, are you happy?" Confederacy asked, "You know with your husband I mean. Does he you-know?"

"Yes, Confederacy he does satisfy me. In fact he is the best I have ever had," Mexico said cheerfully.

"You mean to tell me that France is better than both me and America combined?"Confederacy asked in amazement.

"Confederacy, both you and America raped me. With France at least I am aloud to consent," Mexico said as she finished mending his wounds, "there all done."

"Mexique, où es-tu mon amour?" France said as he walked up in the direction they were in.
Mexico ran in his direction and gave him a passionate hug and kiss.

"Here I am, mi amor," Mexico said.

"What are you doing here, Mexico?" asked France.

"Nothing much, France you want to discuss what I was doing or do you want to go home and finish what started?" Mexico said giving France a seductive glance.

'Whatever happens I have to get France away from Confederacy, so that America can kill that bastard. So that they finally understand my pain,' Mexico said.

"Well, since you put it that way," France said as he picked Mexico up and began to run back home.