*WARNING*

I DON'T OWN HETALIA

Chapter 27: North or South?

All three North Americans were sitting on the couch, just chilling. The peaceful silence was broken by America.

"Hey, Maria?" He asked, looking over at her.

"Hm?"

"Are you North or South American?" Mexico raised an eyebrow.

"What kind of question is that? I'm North American, stupid."

"Well, you always hang out with those Latin Americans, and they say you're Central American like them."

"And all the South Americans say you're one of them, too." Canada pointed out. Mexico went silent.

"Well, yeah, our culture's more similar than mine to you guys, so it makes sense for them to think I'm one of them. But I'm still on the North American plate, guys. I'm still one of you."

"So you're not denying their claims?" America said with a raised eyebrow.

"No? They have a valid reason to think that-"

"Traitor." America said in a deadly whisper.

"Wait, what?"

"You really are one of them! And all this time I thought you were my sister." Both Mexico and Canada looked confused.

"Wait, since when do we hate the South Americans? I like them."

"Mattie, you like everyone. But the point is, she's a traitor! Going behind our backs to rub elbows with them!"

"Eh, you have a point. How could you, Maria?!"

"You too, Mattie?! I swear, I'm not like planning to switch continents or something. I don't even think that's possible!" Mexico said quickly. Honestly, she was really confused but just tried to convince them she was still North American.

"That's what you think. Where there's a will, there's a way, you most certainly have a will!" America yelled.

"I don't! America, Canada, calm the hell down! I'm North American, nothing I do can change that!"

"I'm perfectly calm!" They said in perfect unison. The only difference was Canada actually was pretty calm, but America wasn't.

"America, stop it! You're overreacting!"

"You're under-reacting!"

Canada just watched at this point, not really sure whose side to join anymore. He kept watching as they started wrestling on the floor, before going to get a first aid kit.

Some time later...

"Hello? Hi, it's Matthew. Nice to hear you too, it's been a while, eh? Um, anyway, you know that meeting you have with America and Mexico? They had to cancel. Why? Oh, they got into a giant argument about whether Maria's North or South American."

"She's not either of those." Argentina said from the other side of the phone.

"Huh? Then what is she?"

"Mexican, obviously."

i wrote this chapter like, a few months ago but never released it for some reason. (like, this was originally supposed to be chapter 17. it was that far back) i guess i just didn't think it was funny? anyway, looking back at it now it's one of the funniest chapters in this fanfiction (in my opinion) so i don't know what i was thinking

anyway, i remembered hearing some of my latino friends talking about how mexico was from central america, and they even went as far to say mexico was south american so i was super confused as you would assume