OMG, an update at long last. I blame my awesome major (Linguistics and possibly Chinese [why not go for Spanish too?]) I at least owe you some yaoi. 8D
Date: September 28, 1960
Location: Havana, Cuba
"Me sorprendi que estas en alancia con la Union Sovietca. ¿Por que hiciste hasa decision? (I'm surprised you are in aliance with the Soviet Union. Why did you make that dicision?)" Pedro munched on a piece of jalapeno he brought from his house as a snack.
"Porque yo se de todo el malo que Alfredo hace al resto del mundo. (Because I know all the evil Alfred does to the rest of the world.)" Afterwards, Pedro seized chewing on the jalapeno.
"¿Que?"
"¿No le vees? Se esta convirtiendo como Antonio cuando vino a conquistar nuestro hogares. (Don't you see it? He's becoming like Antonio when he conquered our homes.)"
"¿Como? El namas esta batallando con Ivan. (How? He's only just fighting versus Ivan.)"
"¿Namas? Va por todos lados, se pone la marca de su pais por donde va, y atrae todo lo bueno de el pais y deja lo demas para que se lo comen los perros. Toda la gente que va a su casa tiene esperanza de hacerse un millonario y regresan ser mas pobres. El y su pais es pura mentira. Ivan no es el enemigo. Su jefe y el saben que es lo mejor para el mundo. Tu tambien deberias estar unidos con los demas del la Union Soveitca. Sieras primero que Yolanda. (Only? He goes everywhere, he puts a mark of his country wherever he goes, and he brings all the good of another country and leaves the rest for dogs to eat. All the people that go to his house have hope to become millionaires and return poorer than before. Him and his country are a lie. Ivan is not the enemy. His boss and he know what's best for the world. You should join with the rest of us in the Soviet Union. You'll be there first than Yolanda.)"
"¿Estas loco? Haz considerado que alamejor Ivan es el que quiere conquistar al resto del- (Are you crazy? Have you considered that maybe Ivan is the one who want to conquer the rest of-"
"¡Callate! Yo se que te paso cuando antes de que nosotros nos unimos contra Antonio para ser libres. Me lo dijo Yolanda. (Shut up! I know what happened before we all united to fight against Antonio for our freedom. Yolanda told me this.))"
"… ¿Yolanda?¿Como? yo no le dije- … (How, I didn't tell-)"
Pedro saw the fierce look in Santiago's eyes as he threw away the Cuban cigar he had in hand," Aunque tus paises son juntos, yo me acuerdo cuando Maria, Lupe, y Lola me visitaron. Tambien me acuerdo que Maria estaba enfadada de que estabas con America más que en tu propria casa. Imagine las posibilidades por que estabas alla tanto… (Even though your countries are together, I remember when Maria, Lupe, and Lola visit me. I also remember that Maria was furious that you were with America more than your own home. I imagined all the possibilities for why you were over there so much…)" Pedro kept standing still as the Cuban walked closer to him," Tu eres el mismo niño de que eras depues que te violo Antonio. Y el cabron Alfredo continúo lo que Antonio no pudo terminar. (You're the same kid after Antonio violated you. And the bastard Alfred continued what Antonio couldn't finish.)"
Pedro punched the taller man in the nose, grabbed it right after and squeezed the seeds of his open jalapeno down Santiago's eyes. He heard Santiago scream out loud and ran quickly to the closest faucet he could find," Mi pais no necesita la mierda sistema que nadie quiere. Ademas, yo se que quieres andar con el hermano de America. (My country doesn't need that fucking system that no one wants. Besides, I know you want to be with the brother of America.)"
Date: January 1, 2000
Location: Acapulco
Whistles, laughter, and some signs of disgust were heard in the large hall where all the Latin countries celebrated the New Year and new millennium. Lola (Columbia) began to laugh as she handed some cash from Rodolfo (Panama); she won her bet and hugged Inez (Venezuela) tightly. Hernando, Jaime and Alberto (Bolivia, Paraguay, and Uruguay) stared in disgust and tried to avoid the scenery in front of them. Reynaldo clapped and whistled at the couple that danced right where everyone was dancing, except it was only the couple that took the stage. Lupe held onto Maria's hand and looked at the dancers, amazed at how Inez made Carlos (Chile) look very feminine. Both Carlos and Yahir (Argentina) had been dancing in the dance floor while Jorge (Ecuador) was playing some tango music with his DJ set. Manuel (Honduras) looked at Rodolfo and shook his head, knowing that out of the two siblings that were dancing, only Yahir was drunk. Pedro was a bit grateful and surprised that the rest of the siblings were just watching in silence as Yahir's held onto Carlos closely and continued the Argentine tango. He chuckled as Yahir's hand slapped Carlos' ass and saw Carlos tense up. Right at the end of the song, Yahir dipped Carlos a little to the floor and made Carlos hold onto him closely. Taking advantage of their position, Yahir gave Carlos a deep kiss in the lips and heard more claps, whistles, and a faint sound of gagging. Navarro and Jose (Dominican Republic and Haiti) both nodded at each other as they shoved both of them into a closet room. Both looked at each other as they heard screams come out from the closet room, all from Carlos.
"Oye, Diego (Jamaica). Mira si hacen algo mal (Look if they do something bad)," said Jose as he tapped the shoulder of the high Jamaican.
"Claro que si, mon, (Of course)" Diego's eyes widened a bit as he no longer heard screams of fear. He wished at that moment more drugs or for one to move him aside," Pedro, ayudame..."
Diego smiled as Pedro managed to walk towards him. Instead of helping the poor Jamaican, Pedro put his ear by the door of the closet and his eyes shot wide open. He immediately kicked the door open and saw how Yahir pushed Carlos to the end of the wall, both their chests already exposed," Vete de aqui. ¡¡Ahora!! (Get out of here. Now!!)"
Pedro chocked as someone pulled on the bandana on his neck and pulled him away from the couple inside the closet. Pedro was turned around by Reynaldo, seeing him push him towards the now closed closet door," ¿Que te pasa, hombre? Namas quieren divertirse. (What's gotten into you, man? They just want to have fun.)"
"Tu… (You…)" Pedro punched Reynaldo right in the face, his knuckles landing on his nose. Francisco and Luis (El Salvador and Peru) grabbed onto Pedro to pull him away from Reynaldo. He could've easily let go of both their grips, but he felt his bandage on his nose being pulled off his nose by Yolanda (Nicaragua). Pedro felt the blood from his scar fell down instantly, feeling his knees drop to the floor.
"So es cierto… (So it's true…)" Pedro looked up right after Rosa spoke, looking at her," No puedes mover si te quitan la curita en tu naris. (You can't move if you someone takes off your bandage.)"
"¿Quien- (Who)"
"Santiago."
Pedro looked at Santiago angrily, seeing a smirk across his face," Me lo dijo Ana (Puerto Rico). (Ana told me.)"
Pedro shot his look at Ana who happened to be right behind Santiago," …Me lo dijo Alfredo. (Alfred told me.)"
Pedro looked down on the floor and heard the door open behind him," Dime, Pedro. Por que sera que Alfredo sabe eso? Creo te todos sabemos que hiciste algo con el. (Tell me, Pedro. Why is it Alfred knows? I think we all know that you did something with him.)"
"Pedro, ¿por que tenies agua en tus ojos? (Pedro, why is there water in your eyes?)" Pedro looked up and saw the small Cheche (Belize) look at him worriedly, feeling his pride being put on the line."
"… Porque alguien no me recuerda. (Because someone doesn't remember me.)"
Date: March 4, 1933
Location: Jamestown, Virginia
Pedro was at Alfred's side as he saw how malnourished he was. As far as he remembered, Alfred was tired from all the misfortunes of his country, always resting on his bed. He was very glad that his country had decided on a president that gave hope for his nation, but he noticed the bags under his eyes and kissed his forehead," It's time to get up. It's morning." After a while of staying in Alfred's home, he had learned a decent amount of English to speak it fairly.
Alfred hummed happily and pulled Pedro into his sheets. Alfred licked the Mexican's ear playfully," But I don't wanna. Make me."
"Would it hurt to try without motivation?" Pedro was already blushing, feeling Alfred wrap his arms around his waist.
Alfred flipped both of them over, having Pedro below him and licked his lips," Happy?"
Pedro looked away annoyed," I meant to get up to at least eat."
Pedro moaned lightly as Alfred's tongue licked right above the bandage on his nose," I'll eat after I have fun with you."
Pedro moaned more as the tongue went downward to his neck, trying to relax to enjoy what Alfred was giving him," Please?"
Alfred chuckled and took off Pedro's shirt as well as his own," You should've asked earlier."
Pedro blushed darkly as his pants were taken off and felt something brush against the entrance of his ass," I'm surprised you're this excited."
Alfred grinned and slowly pushed the head in and saw the reaction he wanted from Pedro. Pedro hissed a bit and pinched Alfred's nipples through his shirt," I'm surprised you're not fighting. Especially since you're joining me."
Pedro gasped the instance Alfred slammed into him," Slow down." He got up and wrapped his arms and legs around Alfred. Pedro held onto him tightly to make sure it was harder for Alfred to move much.
Alfred wrapped his arms around him happily, kissing him for the first time in the day. Pedro's eyes slightly widened and almost didn't feel his back land on the floor," Man, that gets you every time."
"Pendejo, ¡me siento incomodo! (Bastard, I'm uncomfortable!)" Pedro tried to jerk his hips as Alfred still held onto his legs around his waist.
"That's not what I'm seeing." With that, Pedro arched his back and gasped at Alfred's length brushing his special spot," I know you like this more than anything I've tried with you. Now stay still until I'm done." Once Alfred entered Pedro, the Mexican bit his lip to avoid any moans come out of his mouth.
Alfred grinned as he saw Pedro flinch at his words and wriggled more to get away from his thrusts," Are you crazy? You can barely-"Pedro seized speaking as he felt the blond above him grow bigger in size," How…"
Alfred took a bit of breaths, caressing Pedro's hips tenderly," I guess my nation is becoming stronger now." Alfred thrust in twice as hard as well as draw louder moans from the man below.
Pedro hadn't remembered when Alfred had become such powerful since the first time they did it. Both countries would moan out each other's names as well as make their love making as passionate as their hearts desired. Pedro and Alfred ended up being all over Alfred's house and making most of his house a complete mess by the end of their love making. Much to Pedro's surprise, Alfred was the first one to have his orgasm of the time, but of course Alfred was hopeful to make Pedro have his three times before his other one. (Somehow Alfred managed to make it four times.) At the end, Pedro supported his back on the table as Alfred head was below him," ¿No estas cansado? (Aren't you tired?)"
Alfred grinned up at him, knowing Pedro was nearly at his limit right before speaking with a free mouth and giving his best Spanish accent," Claro que no. Me divierto tanto contigo. (Of courseot. I enjoy myself too much with you.)"
Pedro clenched his teeth as he had the last orgasm of the day, holding onto Alfred's hair in a soft manner and finally let go to stroke Alfred's soft blond hair," Al fin vas a comer? Te puedo hacer carne asada. (Are you finally gonna eat? I can make you grilled beaf.)"
Instantly Alfred got up and kissed Pedro deeply in the lips, seeing Pedro hold out his dark blush for a little while longer," Really?" Pedro smiled at how the American beamed up," Promise you won't make it too spicy?"
Pedro laid his head on Alfred's chest, listening to his heartbeat," I promise."
At the moment of eat next to each other in the middle of the day, Pedro laid his head on the other's shoulder and whispered to him," You may have taken so much from me already, pero yo tengo tu corazon. Seria la unica cosa te tengo de ti. (but I have your heart. It's the only thing I'll have that is yours.)"
Date: December 10, 1941
Location: JFK Airport (I don't know what it was called before President Kennedy)
Both Pedro and Maria were thrown off guard as they heard the entrance of their airplane slam open, Alfred standing right outside the opened door. Pedro got up and made sure his sister didn't try and claw Alfred's face out, feeling his nose scar opening again. Alfred's eyes widened as he saw the event occur by," Que esta haciendo este cabron? Salgate de aqui! Te odio por hacer mi hermano sufrir. Te voy a-"
Maria stopped as Pedro loosened his grip on her and saw Alfred's arms wrapped around Pedro's waist, on the verge of crying," Tell me, I know I did many horrible things to you. But why isn't it I can't remember? Why can't I easily go up to anyone as try and fall in love with them? Whenever I try, I always see your face haunt me. Is there something I don't remember?"
Maria was also having teary eyes, finally realizing why Alfred acted so differently. Pedro bowed his head down, looking away from Alfred," Nothing happened. You must be imagining things. I wouldn't worry if I were you."
Maria only had a look at the two men, seeing Alfred let go of his brother slowly and walked out the airplane slowly. Once the door was closed, the engine of the airplane started," Por que Pedro? Por que no le dijiste lo que paso con tu y el? (Why Pedro? Why didn't you tell him what happened you and him?)"
Pedro let out a stream of tears fall down his eyes, trying his hardest to hold them back," Porque yo se porque el jefe de Alfredo le hizo olvidar de lo que paso con nosotros. (Because I know why the boss of Alfred made him forget about what happened to us.)"
I believe a few days after March 4, 1933 (or right on the date), Frankling Roosevelt had become president. The first speech he gave out was broadcasted all over America and it really made most of the citizens really looking for a brighter future.
From what I've seen, I made Cuba the kind of jerk, older brother that every younger child has (that is, if you have an older brother.) I hope you all enjoyed the ArgentinaxChile.
I hate Writer's Block with the biggest passion. Can't even finish one of my orignal stories. This story needs more sugary magical power that makes more people read it (like detail and beautiful descriptions that make all the APH fangirls want to read this more.) I cannot thank enough those who enjoy this fanfiction and who were patient for this chapter.
