HETALIA BELONGS TO HIDEKAZ HIMARUYA
[La Llorona, from Disney Pixar's Coco]
1829
«I will never recognize that treaty...I will never let her go!»
Cuba couldn't help feeling scared. Spain had stormed into his island and, using his authority as the metropolis, had started an offensive from there. An offensive which could potentially have him as a collateral damage. But that was not what worried Cuba the most. He was very scared for Mexico. The reason why Spain had gone to his house was because it was the closest territory to Mexico.
"Help me, brother!" She pleaded. Cuba could only bite his lip and look away.
Centuries before, Spain had disembarked in his beaches in order to get provisions before reaching her. He used to tell him about his 'sister'. His beautiful sister. She would always cry whenever he had to go, so every time he came back to America he showered her in presents, kisses, hugs, did everything a loving father would have done. Sometimes he took Cuba with him so both children had someone to play with, and he watched them with a smile. Then, his tears of sadness became tears of happiness. Of seeing his papá back. She cried so much Spain sometimes called her 'his Llorona'.
Now, he traveled to Cuba's house with the intention of attacking her.
And he attacked her like a lion.
«She is my baby!»
Mexico knew he would not accept it, had tried to prepare for any eventuality, but she would have never expect such ferocity. The look on his eyes, his gritted teeth, his orders to shoot the cannons, cut throats and heads, fire, fire!...
She was sure for a moment that he would kill her before allowing her to be independent...
«You were New Spain! You were more like a daughter to me than a sister! You were my pride! My gem, my soul, the love of my life! You were going to be everything I could never be! Why did you strip yourself from the name I gave you to take your mother's? Why are you such an ingrate?!»
Nobody was going to help her, so Mexico had to fight with tooth and nail for her own life and integrity.
She punched Spain in the face, tried to push him away from her, but he was squashing her with his weight, had his hands around her neck.
«I made you the princess of America! Of the world! I used to stay up all night thinking about you when France, England and Holland stoke! I stained my soul so you could be pure to God's eyes! I gave you everything I had! I would have given you my heart if you wanted it! And now you want to leave me, now that I am weak and tired! You and your siblings...are a bunch of ungrateful demons...all of you...But you...HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME?!»
Then, suddenly...There was a flash...
He was looking at his little girl. She was playing with her couple of xolo dogs, bigger than she was. Running all over the place ("catch me if you can!"). Making funny faces, provoking a laugh from him, when he should have been listening to the serious reports from his viceroys. Giving him flowers at his arrival. Crying. 'Don't go, papi', then 'Papi, you're back! Never go again!'.
And in a blink...
Tears were running down Mexico's cheeks again. She was a woman now. And was bleeding through the nose and desperately gasping for air.
His hands...They felt so strange, like a...stranger's...Who was strangling his New Spain? Who dared to do such thing? He would kill them...He wouldn't let anyone...
Realization that it was him hit him like a rock. Mexico took advantage of that second.
She pushed Spain to the ground, now she being the one on top, and dealt blow after blow to his face, showing her teeth, grabbed his hair to pull it and hit his head against the ground.
"You madman! You damned madman! Son of a bitch!"
A couple of tears fell on his mouth. Perhaps she was going to kill him. That was was what one had to do with rabid dogs like him. If that was her intention, Spain let her do. He only raised his hand for a moment, to touch one of her long locks of hair; Mexico, interpreting it as an attempt to grab her, immobilized it.
Now he was the one crying.
«Even if it costs my life, Llorona...I'll never stop loving you...»
THE END