Mexico woke up feeling France's warm breath behind her back, and with his arms wrapped around her waist almost pulling her closer to him. This was too much for Mexico to take, she started to cry.
'This is what it feels to have someone care about you and ask nothing in return. France sometimes makes me feel as if he was my older brother looking after me, but I know he is not. France is my husband although I hate to admit it that is who he is,' Mexico thought as tears began to fall out of her eyes and began to fall on the pillow.
Then Mexico felt France take a deep breath.
'Se esta despertando,' Mexico thought as she began to feel his arms begin to unwrap around her.
"Bonjour, ma charmante épouse, le Mexique. Mon amour, ce qui cloche? Pourquoi êtes-vous pleurer?" France asked as he saw Mexico's teary face. (Good morning, my lovely wife, Mexico. My love, what is wrong? Why are you crying?)
"Francia, tú me amas? Do you love me, France?" Mexico asked the man in front of her.
"Oui, Mexique I love you," France answered as he placed Mexico on his lap, "why do you think I asked for both that bastard England's and that airhead Spain's help in order to conquer you, mon amour?"
"Yes I know that, but it's just that I do not feel the same way of you. I know that when we first got married you said I would soon come to love you, but it's just been three and almost half a year ago that you told me that, and I still don't feel the same way about you as you said I would," Mexico said as she looked him in the eye.
"Do you want to bet on it, Mexico?" France asked as he inched closer for a kiss. France placed one of his hands behind Mexico's back and then placed another one behind her head in order to pull her in for a kiss.
"I am in love with Canada," Mexico says right before they kiss.
"I know," France says right before kissing her.
France kissed Mexico with so much desire. France slowly begins to place Mexico underneath himself and begins to spread her legs apart and place one of his hands inside of Mexico's nightgown. This frightens Mexico; she quickly tries to push France away from her.
"No, I don't want to," Mexico says as she pushes him away, "I am not an idiot and besides I know your reputation. You have had sex with so many people and I do not want to get an STD or get pregnant."
"Don't worry about it I have used a condom," France said calmly as he tried to remove Mexico's nightgown.
"No you didn't, France, you lie," Mexico said trying to keep her nightgown on, "you said that you would let me borrow the money and that you would let me payback to you when I had the money ready. And I quote 'There is no pressure in you paying me back, Mexique.' And look what you did you forced me to marry you."
"Mexique, when was the last time you have spoken with Canada?" France asked after he finally managed to take Mexico's nightgown off.
"Ever since that doctor told me I was pregnant with Texas. Why do you asked?" Mexico asked trying to cover herself up.
"And why is that?" France asked.
"I felt shame of what the Confederacy had done to me, and I didn't want him to see me knowing that I was carrying one of his own brother's child," Mexico said.
"And what did you do after that?" France asked kissing Mexico's cheek and moving to her neck.
"I ah had ah Texas and then ah he became Independent and later on became a part of America. Which angered me but then I got raped again and this time by America and I not only gave him a daughter, California ah, but also more of my lands," Mexico said trying to keep herself from moaning.
France smirked as he noticed Mexico begin to loosen her grip on herself.
"Did you tell Canada about that?" France asked as he began to remove one of the arms that Mexico used to cover herself.
"No I did not," Mexico said as she looked away.
"What did you do instead?" France asked.
France placed Mexico's right nipple in his mouth and started to message the other.
"I ah ah," Mexico moaned, "I told Guatemala."
"And what did you do with him?" France asked as he moved over to the other nipple.
"We um talked," Mexico said turning a shade of red from what France was doing.
Flashback:
A loud knocking was at Guatemala's door. Guatemala walked over to the door feeling rather annoyed knowing exactly who it was. Guatemala had black short messy hair and green eyes, he was around six feet tall had a well-toned body that nobody could easily see since he was always wearing suits or kept his shirts on while he worked on the fields. Mexico had always come over to his house usually just to annoy the hell out of him telling him about how wonderful her life was.
"What the hell do you want, Mexico?" Guatemala snarled as he opened his door.
"Sorry," Mexico said right before she started to cry.
Guatemala took one look at her and saw something that both horrified and angered him. Mexico was wearing her military uniform; he could rarely see any color other than red mostly the blood of the soldiers who lost their life trying to protect her. Although wasn't the reason why he was so mad but because of what he saw in her eyes. Mexico had been defeated both physically and mentally; America had done it to her what Spain could not manage to do in all those years. America had bended her to his will, forced her to believe that she was worthless. It was all there in her eyes that looked so cold and dark.
"Oh, Mexico, my poor little sister," Guatemala said as he walked over to her.
"Guatemala, I feel so dirty," Mexico cried as Guatemala wrapped his arms around her.
"I know, come lets go inside so that you can take a bath," Guatemala said sweetly as he began to walk Mexico inside his house.
Guatemala began to walk Mexico down some corridors. Then he opened the door that led into the bathroom, he opened the faucet and let luke-warm water fill the tube.
Then he walked out so that Mexico could feel comfortable as she took her bath. Once she was finished she walked out wearing Guatemala's robe. Then began to look for Guatemala, she finally found him in his bedroom.
"Guatemala, I still feel dirty and I scrubbed so hard but the filth won't go away. Me doy asco," Mexico said as she cried.
Guatemala walked over to Mexico and picked her up.
'Damn, was she always this tiny?' Guatemala asked himself.
Guatemala sat down and placed Mexico on his lap and began to stroke her hair. As he did so the robe that was on Mexico's body was beginning to slip off.
'No I will not do this to my little sister,' Guatemala thought as he quickly placed her on the bed. Then he walked over to the closet and took out some female clothes that belonged to Mexico when they had once been one country.
"Here put these on," Guatemala said as he handed her the clothes, "and try to get some rest."
Guatemala was about walk out but Mexico hugged him from behind.
"Please help me forget," Mexico said as she cried.
Guatemala turned around and saw his little sister's crying face. He couldn't resist, he leaned forward and captured Mexico's lips. The kiss was sweet and gentle, he surprised even himself.
'For how long have I wanted this? How long have I kept this desire hidden even from myself? Oh God I don't even know!' Guatemala thought as he deepened the kiss.
They began to walk towards the bed. First Guatemala's shirt came off, then his belt, shoes, socks, pants. They were on the bed and they kept on touching each other as if they wouldn't get enough. Guatemala undid Mexico's robe.
"Mexico, you're perfect," Guatemala said as he looked at her naked body.
Then Guatemala began to leave warm kisses starting at Mexico's neck, going down until he reached her breast. Here he suckled each boob, Mexico just moaned with pleasure, then he began to move down until he reached her pussy. He licked her, this caused Mexico to whimper, Guatemala looked up to see Mexico crying.
Guatemala could tell that although her mind was saying yes, both her heart and body were saying no.
"I think its best if we don't do this. Its quite clear that you do not want to do this, Mexico," Guatemala said as he got up and began to put his clothes back on.
Once both he and Mexico were dressed he looked at her.
"Tell me, Mexico, what happened to you?" Guatemala asked her.
Mexico told Guatemala everything that had happen in the past twelve years. After that she doesn't remember much she fell asleep.
End flashback:
Mexico looks at France he is completely naked. When did he take his underwear of? Mexico pushes him off of her and quickly makes a grab for the knife that she keeps underneath her pillow. She's kept it there ever since the Confederacy raped her.
"What are you going to do with that, Mexique?" France asks as tries to position himself.
Mexico kicks her feet away from France.
"Mexique, the more you struggle the more it turns me on," France says as he begins to grab a hold of both of Mexico's feet.
Mexico cuts France across his chest. France instantly touches wounded chest. Mexico quickly gets off the bed and grabs a hold of the robe that is on the chair. She then makes a mad dash for the door and runs all the way to America's house.
Authors Notes:
Sorry if my French is wrong I did not take it in school and I used the computes translator for those phrases. Damn I suck!
