Her story began in the 1500's.

Actually, it began before that, but Mexico could only clearly remember 1592, when Spanish conquistadors started to explore lands that she already knew by heart. It was 1592 when Rosa watched her parents, Aztec and Maya, die in front of her, slaughtered by the same Spanish man who held out his hand to her. "It's okay, pequeño. I will be your brother, si?"

For the first century or so Rosa was perfectly happy with that. Antonio had doted on her, loved that she had long brown curls and emerald eyes and tanned olive skin, much like he did. She looked like his nyo or something, and she loved that as much as he did. He loved how sweet and innocent she was, not yet tainted by the things that make countries hate each other so much.

Rosa even got to go with him on his pirate ship. She grew that same disliking of Arthur as Antonio did, which pleased him. However, it was then she got to talk to another little boy. Alfred was so cheery, and he seemed to love Arthur with all of his heart, and he disliked Antonio. He seemed to like her, though. He also seemed to be quite smart.

Rosa guessed things changed for him around the same time things changed for her. It was the early 1700's, and Antonio had finally brought her to his house in Spain. Not the best decision on his part.

For Antonio had another there, a little boy who introduced himself as South Italy. Rosa liked him at first(maybe a bit too much) but that was before she saw what an arrogant idiot he was. Not only did he cuss, lie, and cheat, but he refused to clean anything, instead choosing to sit back lazily and eat a tomato.

So when her older brother went out, Rosa found herself patiently cleaning the house and cooking meals. Her food was quite excellent, if she did say so herself. Antonio had showed her every spice he knew of, and soon she had grown fond of spice and now she refused to cook anything unless she had peppers in the dish. That was what earned her the nickname of pimienta.

But did Antonio thank her for doing what Lovino should've? No, he didn't. In fact, he never let Rosa explain that it was her. For some reason, he always believed that it was Lovino who did it, and Lovino always took the time to laugh at her about it. That was when Rosa started feeling resentment towards the elder child, and bitterness towards her big brother.

Then, in 1776, Alfred rebelled. Rosa felt inspired, she never had the idea of rebelling until he did. And, better yet, he won. He won against England, one of the superpowers of the world. If he could do it, Rosa thought, then so could she.

It was in 1821 when that finally happened. Antonio had begged, pleaded with her not to go. However, her bitterness was just too great. She needed to be free, needed to live on her own without anyone stopping her.

She was independent now, her own country of Mexico. And suddenly she was in charge of five different states, five territories that were terrified of her for some reason or another. She tried to be nice. She tried to gain their love, but it never worked.

1836, Tejas, one of the biggest territories, rebelled. Rosa had to admit that Tejas was her favorite, and so she tried so hard to keep her, to force her to stay so that Rosa wouldn't be lonely. It failed, and now Texas was independent. Rosa didn't want to recognize it, but when she saw that Texas wanted to become a state, she panicked.

Rosa offered to recognize her sister's(for she was quite certain they were sisters) independence as long as Texas didn't become a state. But it was quite clear that Texas wanted nothing from her, and in 1845 she became a state. However, Rosa just wouldn't have it.

She started to argue with Alfred, wanting to take back Tejas from him. And, of course, she wasn't sure herself of where the boundaries lie, which meant her country didn't either. That was another thing she argued with Alfred about.

And it was 1846 when they went to war, and 1848 when Alfred had Rosa pinned to the ground, pointing a gun at her head and smiling coyly.

"Give up?"

Rosa never got the chance to say no, for Alfred had fired and all she saw was black.

Yes, she had lost, and pretty soon all the territories she had tried so hard to take care of were handed over to Alfred. California, Arizona, New Mexico, Nevada...

It left Rosa alone, left her helpless. Now the world saw her as weak. Now they started to hate her, or so she thought.

She had, however, found a friend in Matthew. The Canadian was so friendly, and soon she was looking up to him as her new big brother(For Antonio had tried, but he had failed). And every year on March third, the day Tejas won her independence, Matthew would come and comfort her.

Rosa laid on her bed, thinking about her new friend. The year was 1867, and she just found out that Matthew was independent. She was happy for him, and she finally had a thoughtful smile on her face.

"Really, Rosa? How many times do I have to recast the spell on you?"

Rosa turned, seeing a figure that looked slightly familiar... she just couldn't put her finger on it. Strange.

"What do you want?" She asked, clearly annoyed.

The girl cackled," Let's hope this works this time," She replied with a laugh, not really answering Rosa's question. "Everyone hates you, Rosa, so why shouldn't you give them a reason to?"

Then Rosa could see nothing, feel nothing. And in the morning she woke up, feeling as angry and resentful as she always had (or so she thought), as if the previous day had never happened.

Author's Note

I'm so sorry for making Lovino seem like a bad guy! I love Romano... but I had to write this from Mexico's pov, and she thought he was evil, so... if you have any questions about any of the history in this fic in general, I would love to answer them! I know a lot about North American history... probably because I live in the U.S. XD

Read and review, please!

-Feather