Chapter 3 Won't Go Home Without You
Warning: Multilingual swears and suggestive language
Another trashcan upturned out of frustration by a certain blonde American. He was still ticked off about the whole Colombia-Panamanian thing that happened just three days ago. The American and his temporary ally had returned to Washington D.C. (since the whole thing was America's plan and England was just there for support) trying to figure out their next move. But, they were kind of in a rut, weren't they? Now that they've been turned away by Colombia, what now?
Why'd France have to give him the task? Because you're a hero, and this is kinda your area, America answered himself. "So that means I can't give up! No matter what that jerky Mexican says!" A new kindled spirit lit up in the sapphire eyes of the young American. As he posed heroically, England walked into the Presidential Oval office, where a conference with America's boss would soon start. "I see you're feeling better."
"Yeah I am!" The American smiled, remembering to pick up all of the tipped trash bins he'd knocked over before. "You wanna know why?"
"Not really…"
"Well, I'm gonna tell you anyway, so listen up!" The American slid over to England in a dramatic fashion as he raised an arm up. "Here's the plan! When my awesome boss comes in, I'll do all the talking and you just back me up!"
The Englishman frowned in annoyance. "I meant about the Canal, you idiot!"
"Oh right, ummmm…. Okay I got it! We'll whip out the 'Big Stick'!"
"…"
America grinned broadly, taking England's silence as approval. "I know, so awesome it leaves you speechless!"
Colombia: *chibi-style* Hetalia!
An angry-looking Colombian male sat with his arms crossed, leaned back in his comfortable chair. His shined up leather dress shoes rested toe-to-sky upon his wooden bureau. The male took a deep breath and let it out as someone entered his private quarters. "Venezuela."
"Colombia, have you seen these letters from America?"
"¿Qué?" The younger man looked over to see the face of a lightly tanned male wearing a similarly decorated military uniform. His amber colored eyes were filled with worry, which only made Colombia more stressed than he was.
"Colombia, he's trying to get us to sign a peace treaty. This American fellow isn't letting go."
"Let me see that!" Colombia demanded. Moving swiftly, Venezuela handed his brother a scrappy little letter. "It's the fifth one he's sent. Ecuador is getting them too!"
"This is my decision on whether he can come back into our territory. Why is he sending you two letters?!" Taking a moment to calm himself, the Colombian stood to his feet, regained his commanding posture, and took a deep breath. "Set up a conference with the bastard, I need to get this settled. And make sure Panama stays far away from the meeting area."
Venezuela nodded, before a smile broke out on his face. "You really want to make sure our sister is safe don't ya, Colombia?"
"You should too, Venezuela, she is fairly easy to access and her homeland is conveniently placed for anyone to take advantage of."
Venezuela tilted his head, curiously gazing at his Colombian brother. "Are you saying this is all about the Canal?"
"It's what that American is after, he wants to complete it."
"Then let him!"
"Then what? Let him demand rights to take my sister away?!"
Silence rung in the office as the two men traded silent stares. Finally Venezuela nodded before he left the office to complete his given task. Colombia ran his fingers through his short, curly brown hair and sunk down to his seat, a depressing aura surrounding him.
Panama: *chibi-style* Hetalia!
Tropical trees towered overhead in the forest clearing, as the silhouette of a woman stood in awe. She took a deep breath and stared proudly at the natural air surrounding her. "This is really nice. I can't believe I've missed so much of it while living with Spain."
"There's a lot more if you keep exploring South, Pan'." The woman didn't seem startled by the voice's unexpected appearance. Instead, she continued to gaze as leaves crunched under the warily approaching person's feet. The woman's proud stance fell as they came closer and she turned reluctantly to face her older brother. "Ecuador, what are you doing here?"
"Colombia wants me and Venezuela to keep an eye on you." The green eyed male grumbled. "I don't see why, you're too old to have your own babysitter…"
Panama shuffled her foot around in the dirt for a while, before peering up at her older brother. "Uh, about that…"
The slightly darker male let out a large puff of air before asking the million dollar question. "What did you do?"
"Nothing…yet, but I think Colombia suspects I'm going to ask America to finish building my canal." "That's good. This will allow easy access to the other side of the world without much trouble."
"Um, Ecuador, you're already on the other side."
"I know, but what about those islands? I might want to expand eastward, you never know."
Panama raised an eyebrow towards the dark haired male, but the look on his face told her he was completely serious. "Uh, okay. But what will that mean when it's done? Do you think America will try to make claims in my home?"
"Technically, you don't really have a say-so, it's all Colombia's call."
The golden eyes of the woman flared up in anger as her brother casually hinted at her country's state. "I still have my independence!"
"As a person sure, but as a country, Reina…" Ecuador shook his head sadly. "You're basically a Colombian department. There's no dignity of a country there-"
"¡Cállate!" Panama interrupted, distress filling her voice. She and her brother stared wide-eyed at each other for a moment, not sure of who should make the next move. Sighing inwardly, Panama knew that Ecuador was right. Although the four siblings were supposed to be working together as a union, Colombia seemed to have taken control of things with Venezuela backing him all the way. Ecuador never really participated anyway, leaving Panama… The youngest sibling, under Colombia's stupid control. Now, don't get her wrong, she loved her brother…but sometimes that guy-
"Panama, it's very disrespectful to tell someone to shut up while they are speaking…"
"Hmph, tell that Spain's king why don'tcha?"
"That hasn't happened yet…"
"Whoops spoiler…" The Panamanian folded her arms and turned away from the elder. "Anyway, Colombia can't tell me what to do forever, I'm going to start a revolt soon…I just need this America guy to keep working on distracting our brother!"
Ecuador's blank expression turned into a frown as his sister went on with her plan. "Pan… Do you really think that's such a good idea? You hardly know anything about running a country."
"So what?"
"It's very disrespectful to dishonor your elders like that."
"Who cares?"
"He's our older brother."
"I'll get Venezuela to back me up on this! He's the oldest, and he should have the last say so! Not Colombia!"
The dark haired Ecuadorian hung his head, shaking it slightly at her words. "You don't know how much funds go into a revolt."
"But the hero says he'll help out a damsel in distress. And would you look at this? I seem to be a damsel in need of some help." A smug grin crossed Panama's face as she realized she'd won the argument. Well at least for three point five seconds, before Ecuador found an indisputable question that couldn't be argued.
"What if he fails?" With that he left his younger sibling in the forest clearing, a little less proud than she had been.
America: *chibi-style* Hetalia!
Four males stared each other down outside of an official-looking building with the wind whipping around them ominously. Colombia did not let up on his intense glare, but Venezuela sided him in an unsure atmosphere. America and England kept a serious look about them -it took a while for America to get it together before the meeting, but hey miracles happen- unwilling to offend their Colombian host. This was probably their only chance to get in good relations with Gran Colombia, and their top two representatives were a priority if they were to get permission to do so.
"You must have some pretty big huevos to come back here with the same proposal, America." Colombia snarled through his scowl.
"Yeah, my Florida's pretty big, but I came to talk about Panama's Canal. She looked pretty stoked about it!" As the American spoke about the young sibling of the two men, the older silently plead for America to stop, but of course he was oblivious to it. In result, Colombia burned bright red, but kept his answer curt and steady. "No. That is my final say on it, and if you ever associate with mi hermana again, you will be incarcerated on spot."
America leaned over to England whispering in a low voice. "He's gonna chop off my Florida?"
"No, you idiot! That's castrated! Incarcerated means he's gonna put you in a bloody prison!"
"Whoa! You can't put the hero in a jail cell!"
"You are in Gran Colombian territory! I can do as I please!" With that Colombia reached to his holster, and prepared to his sword.
"That is our cue to leave this bloody country!" England hissed to his younger brother.
"Well, this isn't over! We've still got the Big Stick!" America stated with all the seriousness in the World.
Colombia and Venezuela swapped a short glance before bursting into laughter. "You dare threaten us with your 'stick'?"
America grinned proudly. "Yep! That means that because I'm bigger than you, I can do what I want! So I'm building the canal."
"We're in the middle of war…do you think that is smart?" Venezuela questioned with a brow raised.
America and England exchanged their own glances before answering. "No… We'll just come back when it's over."
"And with that said, this meeting is over. Cheerio." England shoved his American counterpart away from the two territorial Gran Colombian nations. As soon as they were far enough, the green uniformed man started to curse at his little brother, going on and on about his incompetence as a nation and that he wouldn't made the Colombian angry if he didn't mention his stupid stick. However the blonde paid no mind to his British brother's rage. His attention was drawn to a sweet singing that came from a nearby wooded area that spread out beyond the city. It's the same song…could it be-
"America, you idiot! Are you even listening to me?! You git! Where are you going now?"
"No time to explain, England, I'll meet you later at the airport!"
"What the bloody hell is he up to now?"
Ecuador: *chibi-style* Hetalia.
The dark haired Ecuadorian, traveled at a snail's pace as he navigated his way through the thickets and trees of the forest. "I can't believe I got lost. I'll never hear the end of it when I get home…" He grumbled to himself. While he continued onward, he failed to notice a certain tangled up patch of roots in front of him. He groaned as he tried to detangle his foot from the grip of a loose tendril. During his struggle, a blonde male was sprinting at him in urgency.
Ecuador became more frantic in his movements as the other male got closer. Finally, Ecuador freed himself only to run smack dab into the American idiot. "Dios mio…" Ecuador mumbled, picking himself up from the ground. The 'American idiot' reached down and grasped the Ecuadorian's hand assisting him to his feet.
"Muchas gracias…"
"You're welcome Latin dude." America flashed his heroic grin. "Always count on me to help!"
"First off it's, Latino. And I'm Ecuadorian dumbass." Ecuador muttered and shoved his way past America to head home.
America remained quiet for a moment before shouting out to Ecuador. Disrespect was something the Ecuadorian could not tolerate, and shouting at someone was definitely a disrespectful thing to do. But this time, he would not entertain the idiot and kept on to his destination.
"Yo! Um, dude, wait up! I really need to talk to your sister!" Now the American had struck a nerve. Faster than America could blink, Ecuador was up in his face, green eyes piercing his very soul. "Don't you ever mention my sister again!" He snarled. "She's not yours and she will never be!"
The oblivious blonde frowned, misunderstanding the entire point. "Well she doesn't belong to you either!"
"Idiota, I know she doesn't! But I don't want you taking my sister away from her true home!"
"She doesn't have to come with me! In fact she can-"
"Be your little sponsor? Yeah, I've heard the things that have been going on about the Caribbean islands! ¡Y mí y mis hermanos no gustan ello! You are not going to be putting your red, white and blues all over my sister like a piece of territory!" His breathing became hard, but his glare remained steady and colder than usual.
America shoved his hands into his pockets and looked down. "I only wanted to help you out, dude."
"Well we don't need it, now leave us alone already!" Without another word, Ecuador was gone to join the rest of the Gran Trio.
Translations
Big Stick- The Big Stick Policy was coined by U.S President at this time, Theodore Roosevelt. His fondness of the West African proverb 'Speak softly and carry a big stick' inspired the name of this project. It was initially used as a foreign policy to police the small countries that were unstable in government…So basically they were allowed to come in and be a forceful hero and help them see the 'American Way'. In a way that sounds wrong…but I guess it's a good way to stop a country from self-destruction… Politics…
¡Cállate! -Spanish- Shut up
Huevos -Spanish- Balls
Mi hermana -Spanish- My sister
Muchas gracias -Spanish- Thank you very much
Latino -Spanish- By definition, "a person of Cuban, Mexican, Puerto Rican, South or Central American, or other Spanish culture or origin regardless of race". Quoted from the US census…however it is a term chiefly used in the United States of America apparently… The difference between Latino and Hispanic? Latino refers to geography (Latin America) and Hispanic refers to language and sometimes ancestry where Spanish is widely spoken. Through some further reading (and I can understand why) those of whatever Spanish-speaking country just prefer to be called the demonym of their country for example Columbian, Panamanian, Ecuadorian, Venezuelan, etc.
¡Y mí y mis hermanos no gustan ello! -Spanish- And me and my brothers don't like it
Well, what an interesting chapter! Yay! More countries, woo! I like Venezuela the most out of the Gran Trio and *spoiler* I plan on having him appear in another historical event! Anyway, some deep stuff going on between the youngest siblings of the Gran Family. Failing? Kinda harsh, I mean I know America is young but you gotta be more supportive than that Ecuador. I read online about the etiquette of each of these wonderful countries and I definitely like how Ecuador is big on respect, but due to his history he's a little 'eh, whatever, I don't have a major role anyway'. I feel bad about Colombia though, for at least four point five seconds he was depressed before going back to that 'I'm a jerk' attitude.
Lastly, I would like to give credit to Google, my best friend who lets me access all this historical information and so on. I also wanna give a shout out to Mr. Hidekazu Himaruya the mastermind behind Hetalia, without whom I would've failed my World War history test! And finally I apologize for the swears used, I do not promote words such as those, and hope that America, England, Ecuador and Colombia wash their mouths out with soap before they kiss their mothers.
Adios!
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