A/N: Thanks Chandinee Richards (Master Chandi) For being my first reviewer! I think Paco just has a distaste for everyone in general. There are only a couple people he'll tolerate.

Texas: Si, si get on with the story.

Stop moving Tex. I'm trying to draw you.

Texas: M'stupid costume itches like hell... *glowering*

Texas grimaced, though he didn't dislike the memory he didn't enjoy it. He tapped his lap as he sat against the base of the tree. Slowly, Taco slithered off of the brim of his hat. Dropping down into his lap. The snake was still longer than he was tall. Paco being around six or seven feet in length and Texas only at 5'4'', or at least that's what his "Father" America had told him. Paco curled around in a small spiral on his lap. Tejas pet the long creature. It's small pearl-like scales cool under his warm fingers. As far back as he could remember, Spain had always told him "Tejas, why are you so warm?" every time the Spaniard would bump into him on accident or patted his head. "It's like you just sat on hot coals or something!" He would exclaim.

Paco slithered up onto his hat again, coiling around the crown of the large brown hat. Texas stood and looked up at the next branch. He swung himself onto it like he was just about to ride off on Diablita. He laid down on the branch, swinging his feet and arms in the empty air. He felt like one of the leopards Mexico had lazily sleeping in her tropical trees. He closed his eyes and waited.

"We'll.. we'll get there sooner or later..." The Frenchman panted, his normally blonde beautiful hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. His normally perfect make-up melting off of him. "They'll have water.. and women.." He looked like he was about to cry, the man's lower lip quivering.

The boy beside him readjust the large brown hat that still didn't fit him well, the brim starting to cover his eyes if he didn't push it up every so often. He kicked at some dirt, the annoying shoes France made him wear hurt his feet. They were also not the right size and he kept kicking himself in the heel if he started to doze off while walking.

"Mon dieu! What they say about your sky is true! It does go on forever! I'm surprised I'm still sane!" He exclaimed looking up into the cloudless blue sky. "It reminds me of my eyes.." He remarked. What a bastard. Tejas hated the man. He hated the Spaniard for naming him after the word friends, and he hated this frog for being such a creeper.

Texas slowly felt his throat close. They were going to lose this colony too... dammit. It hurt so much. He sank to his knees. His slender calloused fingers grabbing around his neck, if he stretched his fingers he could count each of the vertebra in his neck by using touch. "Oh... are you okay?" The Frenchman flounced over to him and knelt beside him, placing a hand on his back.

Tejas spat, blood spattering the cracked earth. The shadows of vultures circling above scared him; were they really going to die? Of course Francis wouldn't die. He still had a huge country to run back in France. But him? He might never see his sister, Mexico again. He slowly fell against the man, who at first looked like he was about to grab him, but then just took the waterskin that hung around his shoulder and put it to the boys lips.

Texas blinked, was that really what he had just remembered? When France had almost killed him? He looked up at the next branch, this one thinner and more gnarled and ugly than the last two. He jumped, hooking his hands around it he pushed himself up and over, looking over the edge he was about fifteen feet in the air. He closed his eyes, digging back for the next memory.

Spain had gained control over him. Again. He sighed as he sat on a small wooden chair, waving his feet in the air as Antonio talked with the Italian. The thief. Tejas didn't enjoy the Italian being there- he always hogged the attention. When the short brunette was away, Spain was in Italy looking for him, and when he was here he took away all the time that he and his father could be together. Either that or he was wringing gold out of Mexico like water out of a wet towel and spending time with her. Why were they more important?

The answer was simple really- because they had something he didn't. The short angry Italian had his fathers heart. And his sister had gold. Tejas had no gold. And he had no Spanish hearts. When Spain asked his people for gold so many years ago and they said they didn't have any he would do horrible things to them. So he hid. Tejas hid. He felt like a coward, but when his people were dying of infection because the European cut of their hands in payment of not enough gold, he couldn't do anything. He felt useless.

The Spaniard picked up the giggling Italian and went into the bedroom, the door closing and locking behind them. Tejas groaned. Kicking the floor he hopped off the chair and went outside to see what Mexico was doing.

When he looked outside he saw "Him". The boy that always took his sisters attention. Chile. The South American boy was in the process of kissing her. Tejas stood behind his sister so that Chile could see him but his sister remained unaware. He stuck out his tongue. Made a face. Even poorly reenacted the scene with a broom he found propped up against the wall. But Chile was stubborn. Too stubborn. He only glared back at Tejas or just closed his eyes. Tejas got bored and left after a few more minutes of he and the Chilean glaring at each other.

Tejas sat on the roof above them now. Invisible as they were momentarily in bliss. His gray-blue eyes narrowed, didn't Chile know that Mexico was the only person he trusted? Why did he have to take her away. He watched as Chile pushed her up against a wall, the one that Tejas was sitting above on the roof. The dry night air running through his air. The sky as black as pitch.

"How 'bout we have some fun, si?" He smiled seductively reaching out for her.

Mexico pressed herself against the wall, shying away from him, "I don't think... Spain.. he wouldn't.."

"Come on Chica.. Spain doesn't have to know." He smiled, Tejas glared. He knew when Mexico was afraid, he put a hand on the pot next to him. Chile pushed her further against the wall. Leaning over to kiss her deeply. Tejas stood and picked up the pot.

He dribbled a small amount of the pots contents onto the Chilean's head. The man sniffed, then gagged before stepping back. "Hey, bastardo. Get away from mi hermana." Tejas said. Chile's head whipped up, a snarl on his face. Tejas chucked the rest of the pots contents on him.

Luckily Tejas kept good relations with the neighbors. Who happily supplied him with their chamber pot when he explained to them, of course not mentioning that they were not actually humans. He just said that a bastard was trying to claim his sister and he wanted to do something about it.

He now understood why the other neighbors called that familyLos Comedores De Carne, the Meat-Eaters. Because of the smell that rose from the contents that were now dripping off of a soaking wet Chile. "Do that again and I'll make sure to let that pot sit out in the sun a day before." the Tejasian growled.

Chile picked up a stone. And aimed for the boy.

Texas jumped as an ant bit him, startling him out of his memories. Why had he thought of that? He knew he had always been jealous of everyone. But why think about it. It was better to be feared than loved right? Who needed friends. Or family. They could go kiss Italians or Chileans for all he cared. Clambering up onto the next branch he traced the bark with a finger. Before closing his eyes and finding his next memory.

"We only want our freedom!" Tejas heard his sister shout at their drunken father. He looked over at her, she was beautiful. Her long dark hair and eyes wild with adrenaline and fear. He looked nothing like her- it surprised most people that they were siblings. He being willowy, tall and thin. His sky blue eyes large and free. His dark blonde almost brown hair falling over his forehead in small ringlets. Much like Spain's, to his and his sisters disappointment.

She on the other hand was a good deal shorter than he. She was also older to her annoyance, though it got Tejas a lot of laughs until she hit him with a mocahete, or some other found object that could be used as a weapon against her brother. She had dark brown eyes and a long flowing dress most of the time- though now it was a war uniform along with him. Her hair went almost down to her back and was always well taken care of.

She stormed upstairs to her room and he followed, unsure of what else to do. They entered the small room they shared. Their small beds lining the walls. He saw Mexico slide a case out from under her bed.

"I'm leaving, Tejas." She murmured. Opening it and putting in some clothes and a map of Mexico.

"W-where?" Tejas replied, his eyes wide with shock and fear of losing his only companion.

"'Gonna form my own country." She stuffed a dress into the case. Then snapped it shut. "You want to help?"

"Si. O-of course." He chocked. He couldn't believe that they were actually leaving.

"Come on, once Spain goes to sleep. We'll sneak out and he'll never see us again!" She whispered to him, a large smile on her face.