"ARE YOU KIDDING ME, CARAJO?"

America cringed. "Even I can't be that loud. Let me call up the Dutch, they probably heard you from over here..."

"Better watch yourself," the tan woman glared up at the blond from her stance. He stiffened up a bit. He could say everywhere he stepped was the United States, if he wanted, but he knew this was her house he was in after all.

"Look," Puerto Rico sighed out. "I get that your jefe and all and this is your little vacation spot aside from Hawaii, but you know better than this! I can't believe you'd do this."

Practically rolling his eyes inside his head, he retorted. "Oh, come O-"

"And to me, especially, América." The Latina finished up, eyes filling with tears. Being by a bright window with sun reflecting in her light eyes didn't help much to ease it the effect of her sadden face. She looked right at him and then quickly down to the hard floor, head bowed a bit. He stiffened again, a bit shocked. This was something he was looking forward to the day.

"H-Hey," the tall man said as calmly as he could muster. "I-I didn't mean to-"

Seeing opportunity to bury him, Puerto Rico continued, her hands moving curled bangs out of the way to cover her tinted cheeks and shut her eyes. "Don't say that! It's a lie, it's only another lie from you! Aahhh, you do this all the time. I never can get to the point with you, América!"

The four-eyed man pushed up said glasses. Slipping from his building panic? A good chance.

"Please, don't cry!" He tried to reshape himself; he tried to comfort her. America attempted to hold her shoulders, but before his hands could touch her, the girl pulled away.

"No!" she cried, rubbing her eyes. "Before you got here, I told you time and time again! But still, you ignored me. Why? Why for once can't you hear my voice? Calling to you for help but you ignored me! And now look at yourself," the Puerto Rican shook out at him, walking away, her back facing him. "Because of you, there will be struggle. Depriving my people, depriving millions, from necessities for life, for living!"

America walked up behind her. "P-Please," he repeated himself. She stayed turned away as he fell forward, kneeling on the sofa in the living room. But this day was a day the small woman just wasn't having any of that. She wiped any tears left from her face and shouted 'No agua, no water!' as if in a chant. If he was going to listen, she was going to make sure he got the idea in every language he thought she knew.

"You must have set this entire island back months or even years with all the water you've used!" She shouted, letting some anger slip in but still sounding as though in tears.

It was 2015. summer, and America just hated the sound of girls crying. He started to plead, anything so she'd stop. He rambled on. "I swear, P.R., I won't do it again, I'll listen next time, this is your place, you know best! I won't take really long showers or use any pools, please, I should know, I know what droughts are like, for example, I'm always, like, half thirty because of my west coast, but your situation is worse, I probably assumed since you're surrounded by nothing but water! I won't use any water and then you'll still be able to drink, you won't be dehydrated or anything, Puerto Rico please-"

She turned as, for once, he actually ran out of breath in his lungs. He displayed himself sprawled and reaching over the back of the sofa in the colorful house, an arm reaching out for her, begging that she would forgive him. The head was down, only showing his mess of distressed blond on top. He got himself very worked up in such short time. Likely. Whether this apology was sincere of him or not, Puerto Rico took it.

"Fine. Don't let it happen again," she spoke sternly, face flat and emotionless. America looked at her in disbelief for a moment, but let out a sigh of relief, flipping his body over on the furniture. He allowed himself to still sprawl out, arms lazily over the back and head dropped against the back of the plush sofa as well, chest breathing heavy. Had anybody walked in, one would think he had just escaped from a heated debate or had won a small fight.

She came bent over to his level from her stance behind the couch, head above his shoulder and her curls joining. Smiling, she said "The island may be in a drought but I have plenty more where that came from."