Conquistadors! Dun dun dun. Sorry if it isn't that good. I got distracted...A LOT. It's why it took me so long for this chapter. I have a short attention span. Constructed Criticsm please! I would like to improve, a lot! Maybe gain a little more self-esteem in my work since I have none.

I can't really see Spain as a bad man, so I'm making him forced by his monarchy. Do you guys think it was a good idea, or did I fail epically?


I showed España the land, the waters, and the animals. He didn't make many comments on my home; I frowned thinking he was unimpressed. Eventually he saw my hurt face and gave me a comforting hug. He tried to teach me some new words in 'Español.' I learned a few like agua, arboles, animales, hombres, amigo, etc. The simple stuff.

España introduced me to a new animal. It's called a 'caballo' and it's really tall! There were many of them and I got to ride one. It was a dark shade of brown that matched the tree trunks. Its hair on its mane and tail were black, almost the color of mother's hair. España lifted me onto the horse. Never in my life have I felt so big! I could see everything! España sat himself behind me, and we rode together in the front, leading the rest of his men somewhere (although I wasn't quite sure where). Maybe we were just sight-seeing? Well, after a good few minutes, I had some-what of a panic attack because I kept thinking I was going to fall off. Also, I wasn't familiar with the new elevation I was at, so I started feeling nauseous. I didn't think I was ready to ride the caballo, and España thought so too. He lifted me off the caballo and decided that both of us would walk. I would learn to ride when I was older. I continued being his tour guide, but I had to travel on foot.


While showing him around, España had a constant annoyed look on his face. It was as if he was looking for something. His eyes shifted back and forth looking at everything that caught his eyes. I noticed something else. He also had a hint of worry in his expression.

"Preguntale 'donde estas el oro?' Usted lo necesite o la reina se va a enojar…" One of the men told España. He had a pained look on his face.

"Yo se, yo se…." He muttered. He smiled back at me.

"Oye, donde esta el oro en este tierra?" He forced a nervous laugh. I stared at him.

"Oro?" I repeated, confused. I never heard that word before. Heck, I never heard any of the words this man was spewing before.

"Si." He reached into his clothes and then held out his hand. He opened it to reveal rocks. Shiny rocks, but still rocks. I stared at it unsure. Was this what he was here for?

"Eh?" was the sound I made. I really couldn't make a comment on somebody looking for rocks.

"Oro, Florida, oro." I could see panic in his face. Obviously something was bothering him. I looked at him nervously. I wished I could help him, but I never saw this oro before. I frowned.

"No se…" I wanted to say 'I don't know what you are asking' but I only knew how to say 'no se.'

"Florida, por favor! Necesito su ayuda! Mi reina no será feliz si no tengo oro!" He grabbed my hand and started shaking me. I was pretty freaked out and unsure what to do. Was oro really capable of doing this to someone? One second he was happy, the next…like this.

"Deja, deja." I whined. I know I didn't complete the word, but I didn't know how to try stopping España. I protested some more. It was awkward having the man before you on his knees, begging for rocks. Especially when a lot of grown men in armor were staring at you. Not to mention the fact of begging to a baby.

"No tengo oro!" I shouted feeling blood rush to my cheeks. Needless to say I was a bit embarrassed. España immediately stopped shaking. He stopped moving, period. He stared down at the ground, I couldn't see his face. I thought I hurt his feelings, and guilt overcame me. I could feel tears stinging in my eyes and my vision blurring. I pouted.

"Perdon." I mumbled softly. I believe that word means 'sorry,' but I'm not entirely sure. Oh well, it's the thought that counts, right? España looked up at me, and smiled.

"Que lindoooooo." He squealed for the umpteenth time. My mouth twitched. That's all it took to calm him? Unbelievable. What mess have I gotten myself into?

I looked into his eyes. I saw how they were shining. I felt blush on my cheeks. Every time I did something cute, he would be happy. Slowly a smile appeared on my face. Before I knew it, España had me in his arms, and I was being held tightly. I giggled at the strange feeling. Only Madhur hugged me like this. I frowned, at the memory.

By the end of the day, I knew much more Español. The skies were dark or 'oscuro.' I was to head to bed soon in my own separate tent. Oh, I forgot to mention that the men formed a camp not too far from the ocean. España ordered me to stay nearby, but he didn't forbid me from exploring. I wandered through the field, curiously watching the men set up their equipment.


I overheard a few men talking about 'Indios.' That's what they called Native Americans, believe it or not. I grew curious to know what these men were talking about. I hid behind a pile of fire wood. Thank goodness, I was so small.

"Oye, ¿dónde están los indios?" I heard one of them say. I recognized the words as 'where are the Natives.' What were these guys planning?

"No se, pero yo quiero oro." Another man spat with venom in his tone. I squirmed around in my spot, uncomfortable. More of this 'oro' nonsense.

"Ya, ya." One of the men smirked deviously. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I didn't like that look. "El niño puede llevarnos a los indios, que pueden llevarnos hasta el oro." I mentally began translating the words in my head.

'El niño' is me. I know that. 'llevar' means to lead. 'Los indios' means natives. So the boy leads Natives? Wait, I'm missing something. 'Llevarnos,' I think that means lead us. So the boy leads us to natives? Okay, that's sorted out. 'Llevarnos,' still means to lead us. 'Hasta el oro?' The rocks? Wait. The boy leads us to natives, leads us to the oro? Seems right although I could be a little of...

I felt my eyes widened when I realized that these guys wanted to use me. They wanted rocks? Really? I will never understand these spirits from the ocean. NEVER! My heart ached. I was being used to bring these men to the natives, to bring them to rocks! But España was nice to me. Could he have the heart to do such a thing?

I remembered him being worried and saying stuff about a 'reina.' Was she his mother or something? Maybe she was a mean mother and wanted him to work for her and get her rocks. Although I wished I could meet her and ask her about this strange love towards rocks she has, I felt bad for España. He was nice. He should have been a child of my mother. We could have shared land and he could have been my much older brother! Still…

I knew the Natives for years now. They gave me a place to live; some supported me and were friendly towards me. They were kind to me and my brother when the rest of the tribe feared us. I couldn't let them all suffer for something only a few people did. They were my friends. I couldn't make a careless mistake and watch the innocent ones suffer. I would never be able to live with myself like that. I immediately left the scene and headed towards España's tent.


España was a nice man. I didn't want to make him sad. Why I say this? I had a plan to escape, but first, I would spend my last few moments with my new friend. I lifted the curtain that separated España from the outside world. I was now in his tent, which was pretty big, in my opinion anyways. España stood in the middle, pacing.

"¿Qué hago, qué hago?" He muttered to himself. I made myself open to him.

"Hola." I said, quietly. I mentally scolded myself. My 'hola' didn't even sound like an 'hola.' It sounded more like a squeak! How embarrassing! I felt my cheeks warm up. España turned towards me and smiled.

"Hola, hermanito chiquitito." He sang. I smiled as well. "¿Cómo estás? Cuando vas a dormir, pequeñito?"

"'stoy bien, gracias." I paused for a moment, translating his second question. "No se." I replied.

"Ya pues….¿Quieres verme mientras que yo trabajo?"I nodded, unsure what he was saying. He lifted me onto his bed. It was soft. I looked up at España, curiously. He smiled at me. "¿Sabes qué año es?" I shook my head. "Es 1513! Este será un día muy importante para usted, como un país." I nodded pretending to understand. In reality I had no idea what he was talking about. He hadn't taught me that many words.

A man entered the tent and España's attention immediately turned toward him. His face looked annoyed, as if he wanted to talk to me some more.

"Que quieres, Ponce de Leόn?" España asked. I looked at the other man, and he stared back at me. There was an awkward moment of silence.

"Voy a regresar más tarde..." He left the tent. I still looked at the place where he once stood. I didn't know why, but I was curious to know why he couldn't speak in front of me. España turned back to me and spoke.

"Eres tan lindo!" I looked back at España, my attention now grabbed. "Eres como una versión más dulce de mi Lovi! Ustedes dos son muy lindos!" He squealed. I giggled. I liked making people happy. It was nice seeing their smiles, for it warmed my heart.


After spending my last few moments with España, he carried me to my tent where he tucked me into a nice warm bed. I would have fallen asleep, but I had important business to attend to. Once I left, there was no going back.

"Buenas noches, mi hermanito." He said before he left, believing that I was asleep. I stayed in bed for a while, waiting for the right moment, although I wasn't exactly sure what the right moment was. Eventually, I got off my bed and quietly snuck out of my tent. Nobody was out, thank goodness.

I quietly tip-toed to the woods. Luckily, I wasn't caught. I looked back at the camp one last time. I frowned. I knew I had to leave, but I decided that I would not stop these men from exploring, as I saw that they were curious like myself. I would not help them look for oro or the Natives, for I didn't want them to get hurt. I wouldn't help either side for the safety of them both, I thought that seemed okay. Besides, I was only a baby. What more could I possibly do?


I like being a translator :P

Caballo = Horse (Remember they were brought to the Americas by the Europeans).

Preguntale 'donde estas el oro?' Usted lo necesite o la reina se va a enojar… = Ask him 'where is the gold?' You need it or the queen will be angry...

Yo se, yo se…. = I know, I know...

Oro = Gold

Oye, donde esta el oro en este tierra? = Hey, where is the gold in this land?

No se = I don't know.

Florida, por favor! Necesito su ayuda! Mi reina no será feliz si no tengo oro! = Florida, please! I need your help! My queen will not be happy if I have no gold!

Deja, deja = Leave, leave (America wanted to say 'leave me,' which is 'dejame.'

No tengo oro! = I have no gold!

Perdon = Sorry

Que lindo = How cute

No se, pero yo quiero oro = I don't know, but I want gold.

Ya, ya. = There, there. (Then America gives a somewhat translation afterwards although it isn't exact).

Reina = Queen (I made it queen because women usually like jewelry).

Qué hago, qué hago? = What do I do, what do I do?

Hola, hermanito chiquitito = Hello, tiny little brother.

¿Cómo estás? Cuando vas a dormir, pequeñito? = How are you? When are you going to sleep, little one?

'stoy(shorting the word eh, America?) bien, gracias. = I'm good, thank you.

Ya pues….¿Quieres verme mientras que yo trabajo? = Well then...Want to watch me while I work?

¿Sabes qué año es? = Do you know what year it is?

Es 1513! Este será un día muy importante para usted, como un país = It's 1513! It's a very important day for you, as a country. (Too bad America can't undertand, she still doesn't know that she's a country).

Que quieres, Ponce de Leόn = What do you want, Ponce de Leon?

Voy a regresar más tarde = I will return later.

Eres tan lindo! = You are so cute! :P

Eres como una versión más dulce de mi Lovi! Ustedes dos son muy lindos = You're like a sweeter version of my Lovi! You two are very cute!( About time Spain mentioned Lovino).

Buenas noches, mi hermanito = Good night, my little brother.