'Pero tu no eres el,' Mexico cried.

Allowing even more tears to flow out of her eyes. She surprised me when she got out of bed in quick speed. She walks towards the food, takes a fork and begins to eat some of the fruit. You know for a second there I thought she was going to stab me with that fork. Then she stared at me with a glare in her eyes that told me how much she didn't want me there. I sat down on the chair and relaxed, once she noticed that I was no threat to her she also relaxed and enjoyed her food. Something I knew from what her boss had told me she hadn't done in quite some time. The funny thing about how she was eating is that she ate with elegance; she didn't shock her food down like I thought she would but she actually savors every inch of it. As I saw her eat my mouth began to salivate, not because of the food she saw eating but because of her. I wanted her maybe just as much as you had or maybe even more.

As soon as she was done eating I took it as an opportunity to tell her what would be occurring in the Union. She looks at me with pain in her eyes and I can almost hear her heart shatter and hit the pit o her stomach. She shocks back her tears and as calmly as she can muster she tells me.

'I know why you are here,' she says to me, 'Oh, Virgencita de Guadalupe, porque me pasa esto ami. Tu que tambien eres madre ten me compassion.'

Then she sinks to her knees and cries some more. Curling herself up into a tight ball and cradling herself. I got up from the chair and slowly began to inch myself towards her. She didn't seem at all to notice that I had gotten up from the chair and was now standing right in front of her. I knelt right in front of her and kissed her forehead like a child who would comfort a friend. She didn't swat me away so continued and slowly she stopped crying. By then I had nearly kissed every inch of her face save for her lips. She was actually searching for mine, anticipating for our mouths to meet. When they did she pulled me closer and deepening the kiss, she craved me.

When the kiss ended I smirked and looked at her and gasped for air as I told her: 'Y-you… know, Mexico, this… is not …what I …can here for.'

Listen to what she said next. You'll get a kick out of it.

'I know, but I just want to forget his touch. I feel filthy,' Mexico moaned. She started to push me towards the bed undressing me as she did so. By the time I landed on the soft sheets of the bed I was practically naked and she still had her night gown on. Just so you know I was on bottom. She kissed my lips roughly and began to leave a trail of kissed down my body. Mexico not only was she on top but she also made me feel like the girl. She licked, bit, and even pinched my nipples, and then she a loud one of her hands to give me a hand job. Damn she was driving me over the edge with her movements; I almost couldn't take it anymore. I flipped us over and very gently took of her nightgown; she was nearly stripped if only for her underwear she still had on. You can pretty much figure out what happened next. Damn that sex was hot even thinking about it is driving me crazy. After what seemed hours I came inside of her very tight body that seem as though it didn't want me to get out.

'Mexico, just so you know, if you get pregnant you will have to give them to me,' I told her after five minutes of rest.

'What if I don't want to give them to you?' Mexico asked me.

'Well then, I guess I'll have to kill you for them,' I smirked at her startled face.

'But they will be my kids,' Mexico complained.

'So what they will also be mine,' I snapped back at her right before stealing a kiss from her lips.

Nine months later California, Nevada, Utah, New Mexico, Wyoming, Colorado, Oklahoma, and Kansas were born."

Confederacy just glared at his brother, how dare he, talk about the girl he loved like that in front of him.

"But she didn't give you the kids so willingly, now did she?" Confederacy asked.

"Of course not and I wouldn't have gotten them if it wasn't for her civil war that arouse from her Capital," America replied, "don't underestimate her. She is powerful when she is not fighting herself."

"America, did you know that at this current moment she is married to France?" Confederacy practically shouted his question.

"Yes, of course I know, but I have been too busy dealing with you that I couldn't stop her from going through with it. Unlike you who only lusted over her, I truly did and still love her," America replied glaring at his other half. A half that would soon be dead.

Then America walked out closing the gate himself. As soon as he got out side he let tears fall out of his eyes. In truth he and Confederacy were the same when it came to Mexico. They both had been brutal with her and forced themselves into her. Mexico cried when he was finished and begged god that she wasn't pregnant, but the rest was true. The conversation they had after was the same. If looks could kill right now he would be buried six-feet under.