❂Ħome ❘ ςweet ❙ Μexicø❂ (ch.2)
Maria was never a patient person.
Nor will she ever be.
After several hours trying to nurse her out of commission brother (who knocked out cold after a bar fight) she had no choice but to take his place in the upcoming G8+5 Meeting.
Currently pacing back and forth in front of the meeting room doorway was the only activity keeping Maria preoccupied for some time.
'The one time I show up early!' she thought to herself. Indeed, showing up on time is a rather odd thing for the Mexican to do; in fact she considers it rude to be on time but Ah! This occasion is pretty nerve-wracking as it is. Perhaps coming to this meeting had made her nervous, which soon for her, will turn into aggression. (Those poor innocent countries will gain fear.)
She had a well good reason to be nervous after all.
After the Mexican-American War, and having almost lost her dear brother's life, over the claim on Texas, she had shut herself from the world.
As the years had went by, her younger brother supervised the country of Mexico, while she remained at home and helped try to stimulate the economy.
Maria achieved this feat by all the tourists that visit her region of Mexico due to all the ancient Mayan and Aztec relics. Next to that she was able to spend her time mass-producing cheap items to Americans (Currently her rival in trade is China.). Besides all the business, her main favorite of producing wealth was through the act of agriculture, which her brother would help with. At her own house she continues to cultivate sunflowers, corn, and cocoa beans.
Soon knowledge of the battlefield and combat fled from her memory and into the relics of the past. Most of the times her brother Alejandro would mock her and call her a 'shut in housewife'.
And that it self was a problem.
How many years has it been since she last seen that stupid American and the rest of the countries!
Continuing to pace back and forth, extending from her spot that only pertained in front of the doorway, to include the entire hallway (and let me say it was one LONG hall). All this exertion Maria had let out were due to feelings of anxiety, probable embarrassment of her country, and natural anger.
"Pinche…the worse part …" she began to mumble. "Is that they think and remember me as a boy …and now… I'm this"
Mierda, I'm gonna lose all respect before this starts…
~End of Chapter 2~
I don't care if anybody is reading this or not, I'm just expressing myself dammit! Besides I'm still SEETHING with rage over no Mexico in Hetalia
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