To MoonBlazer. Her/His headcanon: Mexico still misses Texas, Arizona, and her other children that became states. She will stare wistfully sometimes at America, because they truly did love each other, even if they showed it physically just once. She also will do anything to sneak over and see her children.
Submit as many headcanons as you want! There's a reason I started doing this; plus, some your headcanons are very interesting! (Well, considering Mexico has been portrayed as both a woman and a man, I'm sure a few fans would get upset at this point; plus, considering it would be a stereotype, I'm pretty sure Mexico would pull a South Korea and not show up in the anime.)
*sigh* Okay, let me say it now. Guys, never ask for a request. It's a request, tell me your headcanon. Don't say it's okay if I don't do it, 'cause I'm going to do it. Don't worry about the rating, or else I would have covered that in chapter 1. Don't worry about crack ships, those things are pretty fun to write. And, especially, do not worry if it's 'too hard'. None of these will ever go undone, otherwise I wouldn't have started this fic. To leave one out, to me, would be like a punch in the face to the one whom requested it.
-RMS
Mexico knew she was suppose to be paying attention, but she couldn't help but the look the way of America. Ah, how much he's changed since they last truly spoke. Mexico couldn't decide if it was for the better or the worse just yet.
Mexico never really spoke during the Meetings, unless it directly effected her. She'd rather dip back into her memories when she still had her family. Texas, Arizona, even little New Mexico; she missed them all. All her children now belonged with America, she knew this. But she couldn't help but wish to hold them tight, even if her boys towered over her.
She missed the times her girls would twirl about their house, their beautiful skirts following their graceful movements. The times her boys, when they were still short, chased each other and their sisters' in rambunctious joy. Everything before the war was wonderful; and yet some still make fun and poke at the deaths of that valley.
Sometimes she reminisced about her time with America, however brief it was. It was so long ago that she felt the burn of passion, kiss of love, or the sting of betrayal. All of those feelings had been buried deep for the longest time, but they always liked to pop up to remind her of the great and horrible days. How she was so blinded by her love, if that's what it was, to realize that America was still young and was very greedy. He wanted all of the land.
(It's not like she ever forget that day, when she had asked him why he had done this. She forgave him afterwards. His reason was just good enough for her. I will never be powerful enough to protect you if I don't do this. You will never again have to bow down to Spain or anyone else. I will make you free. Mexico knew he earned the title as "The Land of the Free.")
Mexico opened her eyes, not realizing she closed them, and risked a glance towards the man who unknowingly captured her thoughts.
She wondered if America would grant her wish to see her children. Well, legally that is. Mexico covered her mouth with her hand to hide a rising smirk. Ever since she first begged and America rejected the raven haired woman, Mexico crossed the border to check up on the states. Never did she actually got a chance to talk with them, yet she felt better otherwise.
Texas was as lively as ever, more of a city cowboy than a country one; that title belonged to Arizona. Of course it'd be cowgirl, even though Arizona was never one for gender differences or similarities. She always played with the boys as they ran about...
And then New Mexico. Oh, how he'd grown! Mexico remembered holding the small state (though he wasn't such at the time) in her arms, rocking him back and forth as he was but a babe. So many of her children gone... but...
Mexico let her hand drop as America kept rambling and let her smirk transform into a smile. Well, they were in good enough hands, she thought.