A/N: Hola! I don't own anything. I've had some people ask me what state I'm from and I've decided not to say until the very end of the fic. Try and guess~
This Chapter features Dark/Possessive/Conquistador!Spain and some Spamano making out. You are warned.
Meeting #5: In which California girls are unforgettable, and Spain snaps. Uh, mentally.
Spain stared hard at the wall from his seat in the San Francisco conference room, ignoring all other surroundings. His chin rested on his intertwined fingers, elbows resting on the table.
Romano, his cute little tomatito, had-had, ugh, Spain couldn't even think about it without feeling furious. Spain silently seethed to himself, angry venomous vibes radiating from his person like a toxic gas. That-that witch! How dare she seduce his Lovi, his Romano! Spain felt poisonous fury and envy course through as he pictured them together. Did they smile at each other? Spain felt his eye twitch. Did they hold hands? His own tightened. Did they kiss? Spain audibly growled, causing Mexico to edge far away from the wrathful Spaniard. Spain's cheery face was twisted into an obviously enraged scowl, causing all of the South American nations to stay as far away from him as possible. They remembered the times Spain looked like that, and it was very unpleasant.
They really didn't have to deal with Conquistador La Espana again. He was scary, ruthless, and cruel as fuck.
Spain continued to mull over the situation, much to his dislike. His newer happier side was trying to use logic (Which was always a bad sign) and remind the former Empire that it was political and getting angry would solve absolutely nothing. The dark Conquistador that was slowly dominating every pore and fiber of his being was utterly livid. Dio, he was angry. He hadn't felt this angry since his precious Armada. Hell, perhaps he was even angrier right now. Romano was his, dammit. All his. He could never belong to anyone else; every inch of milky kissable skin was his to kiss, every strand of silky hair was his to play with, those burning eyes...they were his! How dare that whore take what rightfully belonged to Spain!
Ah...Spain's hateful thoughts were happily interrupted by the starting meeting. Spain possessively eyed the older Italian as he sat next to his brother, carefully avoiding eye contact with everyone. France was smirking at the Italian curiously, but backed off when Spain snarled at him for looking at his Roma. Oh, his Roma was looking at him now. Ah~he looked so cute. So delectable. Spain didn't bother to hide the lust burning and glazing his eyes like he normally did, and he licked his lips suggestively. Roma, his cute, delicious Roma, blushed and looked off to the side. Spain smirked predatory, half lidded eyes roving over his Roma. So cute.
The entire room reeked with uncomfortableness and stifling tension. Conquistador Spain was unabashedly taking hold of Spain's mind set, and quite obviously eying Romano like he was a piece of meat. America coughed and feebly started the meeting. The other nations listened halfheartedly; Spain, Romano, Italy, France, and many others weren't listening at all. America sighed after 20 minutes of getting absolutely nowhere. "Alright. Let's take a half an hour recess." The nations nodded in agreement, and the break progressed smoothly, the nations talking to each other and avoiding Spain, who was slowly and leisurely making his way to Romano.
Romano was sensing doom on the horizon, but was thankfully saved.
However, he was saved by the worst person possible.
"~!" A swift blur sped past the nations much too fast to see and collided with Romano, knocking him to the ground. "Mother of-!" The blur giggled happily and stood up, dragging Romano up as well. It was a teenage girl.
That looked pretty much exactly like Spain.
Their hair was the same shade, texture, and had the same degree of curliness. Their green eyes matched perfectly, as well as their tan skin and bright happy smiles (though Spain was far from smiling right now). It was kinda creepy. And with much dread, the nations suddenly had a feeling of who this girl was. They were torn between utter horror and, in the males case, outrageous envy.
Envy, because Romano, at the current moment, had two slender arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his face to the girl's ample chest in a enthusiastic hug.
Translation: Romano was getting his face smothered by a large, ample, firm pair of breasts.
France nearly cried at the injustice of it all.
The girl laughed brightly, jumping up and down in glee. "Lovi~!" She sang cheerfully. "I haven't seen you in forever~!" She loosened her hold and he staggered away, gasping for sweet, sweet air. "Dammit!" He exclaimed, pouting at the mystery girl. "Don't do that! Crazy bitch..." He mumbled. She grinned innocently. "That would hurt a lot more if I thought you meant it, you know." She chirped. Romanao scowled. "Sei un idiota (You're an idiot)." Romano said bluntly.
"Eh? Questo non è bello, Lovi (That's not nice, Lovi)!" She pouted up at him, being a inch shorter, hands on her curvy hips, answering back flawlessly in Romano's mother Italian. "Dovresti dire 'E ' bello vederti Gabriella ' (You're supposed to say, "It's nice to see you Gabriella")." Romano rolled his eyes. "Whatever." 'Gabriella' huffed. "Tomate Silly." Romano twitched. "What's with you Spaniards calling me a tomato, dammit?" He yelled.
"Cause you're so cute and red Lovi~"
"SHUT UP!" She laughed joyously, and skipped off, calling to Romano over her shoulder, "I'm going to say Hola to Papá now! Don't miss me too much Lovi~!"
"Why the hell would I miss you, you bitch?" She laughed, and pranced over to America, who smiled at her and kissed her forehead and they began to talk rapidly, both laughing occasionally.
Spain stared at what was obviously the state California. He didn't expect her to look so much like, well him. It was unnerving. Then he glared balefully at her. This was the girl that stole his Romano. And she called him tomate. He was the only one that got to call Lovino that! His fingers itched to wrap around her neck and snap it.
America and California strolled (in California's case flounced) over to the nations. The nations realized something odd. And that was that America looked...happier wasn't the right word. But he looked much more relaxed standing next to the glowing girl. And the nations could feel themselves becoming more relaxed as well. It was strange.
"Hola~!" She sang happily, shifting her weight onto one hip (France then noticed her long, fit, tan legs and curvy hips and began to really cry over the injustice of it all). "I'm Gabriella Maria Antonio Fernandez Carriedo! Call me California!" She exclaimed grandly, throwing both arms up into a flourishing V shape, "It's, like, awesome to meet you!" She added, flashing a lazy peace sign. They all stared at her. She was the epitome of Golden Girl. It was smack in the middle of March, but she still got away with wearing a denim mini skirt, and emerald green halter top. She practically glowed and oozed magnetism, and they seemed oddly drawn to her. England then noticed her wrists, ears, and neck. He gaped. "I-Is that gold?" California squealed. "Ooooh! You noticed!" She fingered her golden hoops, absentmindedly. "Yes! They're solid gold." He continued to gape. "Solid gold?" He said weakly. She wore so much gold so casually...
"Sí! From my Gold Rush~!" All the nations suddenly remembered the 1850's in which their populations drastically decreased for America, and America charging into their meeting in 1849 yelling "Gold! California has gold!" California laughed sheepishly. "Yes, my home is doing pretty well-" America snorted. "That's an underestimate, don't you think Cali?"
"Eh?"
"Your gross state income is $1.812 trillion, not to mention the largest in all of the United States." America reminded her dryly, "and if you decided to be your own country, you would have the eighth largest economy in the entire world, despite the fact you're going through an economic crisis." The nations choked on air. I mean, holy crap!
"Oh yeah! Guess I forgot~. Haha..." America rolled his eyes, and patted her on the head. "Man, you guys in the Alta have crappy memories."
"New Mexico has a good memory! And so does Arizona!"
"Fine. You purely Spanish guys in the Alta have crappy memories."
"That's not nice, Papá!"
"You'd think you'd have a better one," America teased her, "considering how old you are." California pouted. "I'm not old." She muttered petulantly.
"You're older than I am."
"Only by, like, 150 years!" California pouted. "I didn't even start aging until 1850! Baja is way older."
"...He's not part of the U.S. Cali."
"We're still related!" The nations stared. China finally asked, "Uh, how old are you, aru?" California looked to the ceiling in thought, muttering to herself in what sounded like Spanish. "Uh...406, I think." They all blinked. "What?" She was even older than America! How was that possible?
"How are you 406?" California beamed. "'Cuz I'm the legacy of the Spanish Empire, and the Spanish Empire is old. My name used to be Alta California for a reason. Ah, that was so long ago~" She smiled nostalgically, much to the nation's (coughSpaincough) shock. "It's probably why I'm so strong too, 'cuz Padre España was a real ass kicker back then! That was before I was split up and my brothers were born!"
"...Your...brothers?"
"Nevada, Utah, New Mexico, Arizona, and Colorado." America clarified, and California nodded. "And my hermano gemelo (twin brother) Baja is still at Mexico's place! Oh, hi Mexico!" She waved to the surprised female nation. "Um. Hi?" Mexico tried. California beamed and skipped back to Lovi, re-triggering Spain's jealous Conquistador side (who had been temporarily shocked into retreat for a while). "Lovi, you should visit San Diego soon~! Our bebés miss you!" Romano flushed.
"Please stop calling them that." California rolled her eyes. "Beijing and Tokyo don't mind!"
"I-I don't care about Japan and China's vital regions, dammit!"
"Really? But they're so nice~! Seoul is fun too!" Romano's eye twitched. "You mean the guy that tried to "Claim my breasts" the one time I met him?"
"Yup~! That was funny."
"...-Twitch-"
China, Japan, and South Korea had edged up to the front of the group near Romano silently, faces set in shock. "...Huh?" South Korea asked confused as to why his vital region was mentioned. "Why are we talking about our vital regions?"
"Cause California had political alliances with all of them, like she did with Romano."
"..."
"WHAT?"
"Well, yeah! How did you think Chinatown, Japantown and Koreatown were born?"
"..." THUD.
"Oh god! Japan!"
"Kiku!"
"...Did I just make Tokyo's dad pass out?"
"Yeah."
"...Oops." California winced, then smiled again, noticing other nations that she recognized (she had a short attention span at times). "Ah~ Hello Greece!" She waved to the sleepy nation. "I haven't seen you since 1984 when Los Angelos held the Olympics!" Greece blinked slowly and thought for a moment. "Ah..." He said, nodding in remembrance (of the Olympics, not the state), "That's right...your stadium held it twice." California smiled. "Yup~!" Then she made eye contact with Spain.
All nations immediately backed away in fear of their lives.
Spain glared at her smiling face. Wicked Lovi thief. He tightened his hands into fists. California stared evenly back at him, and calmly said, "I don't know why Padre España wants to fight, but I would kick your ass." America and Romano face palmed at the blunt (and probably accurate) statement. Spain seethed. "Bruja (witch)," Spain snarled, "Lovino es mío (Lovino is mine)" Romano choked and blushed crazily. "HUH?" Spain reinforced this by stalking over to the flustered and tomato red nation and grabbing his hips, growling out a possessive, "Mine", and shoving his tongue down his throat. California raised her eyebrows and the rest of the world stared. After centuries of UST (Unresolved Sexual Tension) between the two, they finally kissed. England secretly swooned, being a huge closet romantic and Italy giggled happily, jumping slightly in his glee that his brother was finally with Spain.
Romano, who at first struggled in Spain's tight grip (mostly due to principle), had now relaxed and tangled his hands in Spain's wavy hair, pulling him roughly closer. Spain practically purred and shoved Romano against the conference table by the hips, nibbling and biting his throat, leaving bright red marks. Romano moaned as Spain began licking his reddening skin. Both nations had totally forgotten about the staring and rapidly blushing rest of the globe (and state). Switzerland by this time had rushed Lichtenstein out of the room while covering her ears, and Hungary was rapidly taking as many photos as she could with the camera she spontaneously pulled out of nowhere. California meanwhile pulled out her phone eagerly and sent a text to her sister.
CaliforniaGurl31: Hey Flo. Padre España and Lovi r making out!
OrangeLuvr27: OMG, Wat?
CaliforniaGurl3: I kno. Isnt gr8t?
OrangeLuvr2: Hell yeah! Nevada owes us $20! :D
CaliforniaGurl3: :D
A/N:Yes, California is actually a Spamano shipper. She, along with her sister Florida, made a bet with Nevada on wheter Spain and Romano would get together. Thus Nevada now owes them both 20 bucks. California was originally born to reprersent the entire Spanish territory of Alta California, however, she was given up to Mexico, who gave her to the U.S. Her brothers, Nevada, Utah, Colorado, Arizona, and New Mexico were soon born. However, since she was originally a pretty decent chunk of the Spanish Empire, she's kinda like Spain's legacy. She was just a colony, she didn't really physically age at all until she became a state in 1850.
California Magnetism: California drew in a lot of immigrants during the Gold Rush since a lot of people saw coming to California as a opportunity for a better life. Thus, she had a magnetic aura.
California Relaxation Effect: California is stereotypically known as a ideal resort destination.
California's Economy: Isn't that mind boggling? I read about it Wikipedia, and was like, "Holy shit!"
California: Sebastián Vizcaíno explored and mapped the coast of California in 1602 for New Spain (USA signed Declaration of Independence 1776). Spanish missionaries began setting up 21 California Missions along the coast of what became known as Alta California (Upper California). In 1821 the Mexican War of Independence gave Mexico (including California) independence from Spain; for the next 25 years, Alta California remained a remote northern province of the nation of Mexico. In 1846 settlers rebelled against Mexican rule during the Bear Flag Revolt and become the California Republic. It didn't last long and the Treaty of Cahuenga was signed by the Californios on January 13, 1847, securing American control in California. The western territory of Alta California, that was to become the U.S. state of California, and Arizona, Nevada, Colorado and Utah, became U.S. Territories, while the lower region of California, the Baja Peninsula, remained in the possession of Mexico. On September 9, 1850, as part of the Compromise of 1850, California was admitted to the United States as a free state. Alta California consisted of the modern American states of California, Nevada, Arizona, Utah, New Mexico, western Colorado, and southwestern Wyoming.
http :/ en. wikipedia. org / wiki / California (get rid of spaces)
