Disclaimers:

One. I do not own Gundam Wing, its characters, or its anything.

Two. I adore the very idea of Mexico. I've never been, but I want to visit terribly. Any insulting insinuations toward Mexico and its people are not my views, merely those of a malcontent character. Also, Mexico in the year AC 196 is not going to be the same as it is now.

Three. Call me a cocky American, but I believe that the people in Gundam Wing would all be speaking English. Yes, the show is better in Japanese, but English seems to be the most likely language for them all to share and to permeate through the world in however many hundred years it is until AC 196 rolls by. In any case, that's how I treat this story and any future Gundam stories I write. This is part of the reason there's no Japanese in here.

Spoilers:

This story contains references to events during the series Gundam Wing, as well as references to Episode Zero and Endless Waltz. It also pretty much outlines the final events of the series.

Rating/warnings:

This story is rated R for language and violence. There will be no sexual content beyond the occasional innuendo or bad joke. There will be no explicit sex scenes, just a lot of cussing and people beating/killing each other. Oh, and super-angsty teenage confused homosexual romance. Let's not forget that.

Summary:

It's the year After Colony 196. The war is over, but Wufei's still got issues. Duo's just one of them. (Shounen-ai:: Duo/Wufei)

Hell Would be in Mexico

By trucizna

Zero: Mexico Summer

I had everything I thought I wanted, everything I'd always been told I was fighting for.

Justice had been served, the war was over. I was supposed to be happy.

So why was it the moment I tucked away my Gundam and tried to settle down on Earth I was suddenly rendered incomplete?

Not that I can say I was happy before, but I expected something else from the end of the war. Something that certainly wasn't waiting for me when I ended up in what used to be known as Mexico, but was now just a gargantuan desert that had nothing to boast but one freaking huge city in the middle of it. I avoided Mexico City. A chaotically bustling mass of earthlings was hardly what I needed. I really had no idea what I needed; I just knew that place wasn't it.

El Rey didn't seem to be it, either. But that's where I ended up.

We all know that when given lemons we are to make lemonade, but when life gives you some cactus, the occasional fucked up lizard and a cranky old man, what are you supposed to make out of it? Was this what the oh-so-elusive 'world peace' was made of?

Fuck Relena. I knew what to do with a gun and drones of faceless soldiers, but a hick desert town scattered with wide-eyed people whose noses were rubbed raw from all the prying they did in each others lives… no mad scientist had ever bothered to cover that one. But I was tired of wandering around, and I managed to find someone who spoke English and needed a bodyguard. I was the only 'real soldier' he'd seen in thirty years.

So that's how I ended up in Nowhere, Mexico.

Duo's excuse is nowhere near as forgivable.