Chaperones 4

Yo no tengo Hetalia y Dora


The American quickly decided that he was going to leave them alone to become better compadres. Mexico was about to protest that already she knew the man, in fact she once belonged to him! But America hurried off to the studio. There was a loooooong awkward silence between the two, Mexico was half tempted to turn around and leave, almost did until Spain grabbed wrist. "¿Chica? Are you still angry that I owned you? Or is this about your madre? Her death wasn't my fault." Mexico glanced at what he was wearing and almost laughed. He hadn't changed at all, he was wearing some skinny jeans, and a turtle green XXL "Save the Sea Turtles!" tee-shirt, this Spain was nothing more than the most updated version. "I don't want to talk to the man who was my enemy. What idoita does that?"

"Romano, Belgium, Cuba, Canada-"

"Who?"

"Taiwan, Hong Kong, Japan, Korea, America, the other Hispanic nations, Australia, the English common-"

"Alright! I get it! Their chummy even after a vicious war!" Spain smiled "Good, 'cause I was running out of names." Mexico rolled her eyes. He REALLY hadn't changed.


She was talking to him, that was good. Even better was that she was no longer trying to escape him. "Fine. You want to talk, España? Be my guest, I for one, am very much against it." Her attitude was really starting to irk him. Didn't she realize he missed her? Had she no heart? He hadn't seen her since she was a colony, and that was centuries ago. Shortly after she left him. Mexico jerked her hand away, "Let's move dumbass. We have a damn show to preform." he nodded and followed her to the studio.


Mexico was thinking of what to poison him with. Cyanid was to cliché and Arsonic was too obvious. British food was out of the question, it's suspicious when the stomach is pumped full of it. "Maria, we're on in five minutes."

"Whatever, dumb ass." Mexico felt herself being whirled around, and hugged fiercely "I've missed you everyday, since we fought. I would have won if I pulled the trigger, but I didn't, for the same reason you and England couldn't. I cared too much to want to let you leave. It's been centuries since I've seen you and when I finally see you again you treat me like gum on your shoe. I came to see you, chica." Mexico was not comfortable being held, and for the second time she had squirm her way out of the older county's embrace. She bolted like a cat near a dog, leaving Spain more heartbroken then ever.


Awwwww, poor Spain, all he wants is to be a family! But she's ignoring him ;n; so sad.

Any way REVIEW, for Spain!

Spain: what about Mexico?

Ameriko: screw the bitch!

Mexico: just review!