A Party
Sister Spain paced the room as Sister Costa Rica sat on a chair smoothing out her dress.
"What is taking her so long?" Asked Sister Spain, "I knew we should have done her make up, she is taking far too long!"
"Don't worry tia" Smiled Sister Costa Rica "I'm sure she's just adding some finishing touches, this is her big day but I'll call her if you want."
"Yes please, I haven't heard a sound for a while!"
"Mexico! Mexico! Mexi! Hermana! Jeez... Mexico!" Shouted Sister Costa Rica.
"I'm coming!" Shouted Mexico as she hurried over to the two. She wore a light pink gown that was strapless with a corset like top, the bottom flowing out around her. Her hair was curled and pinned to frame her face which was artistically done with makeup.
"Oh you look so beautiful!" Gushed Sister Spain as she walked over to her niece.
"Thank you tia." Said Mexico.
"Oh Mexico, I can't believe you're fifteen! You're a woman now!" Said Sister Costa Rica excitedly.
"I know Rica, its exciting and kinda scary, I mean I'm old enough to marry now!" Replied Mexico.
"And marriage was something I wanted to talk to you about!" Interrupted Sis Spain.
"What about marriage?" Asked Mexico.
"Well it seems that Brazil has asked that you honor him by becoming his wife."
"Brazil!?" Squealed Rica, "Mexico! You're so lucky! Brazil is sooooo~ cute! And he's totally dreamy."
"What do you think Mexico?" Asked Sister Spain.
"Well," Began Mexico, "He is a good match and I only heard good things about him, but I won't let myself be taken away with him so easily so I'll be friendly and see if he's really the man for me."
"Good." Said Sister Spain.
Suddenly Brother Costa Rica ran in, "Tia! The guest are here! Dad is looking for both you and Mexico."
Sister Spain nodded, "Well looks like its time to begin, lets go my dears." She walked out of the room followed by brother Costa Rica.
Rica smiled as she walked by her sisters side, "Remember, it is your night. Have fun and make a lot of memories."
Mexico smiled and nodded at her sister words, today was going to be a special day.
"Are you sure we should be going?" Asked America as he followed Canada and Australia, the three on their way to the party.
"Why shouldn't we be?" Questioned Canada.
"Because, I don't feel right going." Replied America.
"Oh please don't start with that." Said Australia, "Besides, I have an invite remember? You two are my plus ones, so you have every right to come along."
"But still, I'm not sure we should go." Continued America.
Australia sighed as Canada looked between them.
"What is bothering you then?" Asked Australia.
"I had a dream last night, I think it was trying to tell me something." Started America.
"Oh really? I had a dream too." Replied Aus.
"What was your dream?" Asked America.
"That people who dream, often dream lies."
"But dreams only reveal the truth."
"Ah it looks like Queen Mab has visited you." Said Australia with a smile.
"Queen Mab?"
"She's a midwife to fairies and she's really tiny, like... like an agate stone! She has a carriage drawn by some little things over men's noses. And night by night! She makes them dream of love, of lawyers fingers, and ladies lips." Australia said with a wink nudging America.
"But sometimes she likes to drive over mens neck while they sleep! Cutting throats spilling blood!" Australia then clutched Canada as he started to shout, shaking him. "The sound of drums beating in a man's ear! She who makes the horses whinney at night with fright! She is the one when women are giving birth pressures them to learn to have children and be woman of good status! She is the one who-!"
"Australia! Calm down dude!" Shouted America as he pulled him away from Canada who looked disturbed and frightened. "You're getting carried away!"
Australia nodded as he took a breath to calm down, "You're right, you're right. I'm getting a head of myself."
"Come on guys, its starting to get darker. We'll arrive to late to this party." Said Canada as he looked at the two.
'Maybe too early still.' Thought America, 'I can't get rid of this feeling that something will happen but I guess I'll just have to wait and see what destiny has in store for me.'
"He's right" Said America, "Lets get a move on!"
"let's go!" Shouted Canada as the boys hurried off to the party.
Spain smiled as he greeted the guest arriving, "Welcome, welcome! Thank you for coming!"
He then grinned when he looked over at his sister and his daughter Costa Rica excitedly talking.
"There's two of my girls!" He shouted as he walked over, "Rica why aren't you out dancing yet? You should be young lady! Go and enjoy yourself as well! It is a time to be celebrating."
"Of course dad but in a bit." Said Rica as she excused herself and went to go check on Mexico. Spain then looked around then and smiled seeing his guest happily mingle.
America, Australia and Canada arrived at the party and entered without a problem.
"Wow this is quite the party" Commented Australia as he looked around.
"Look like it cost a fortune, I mean there's a fountain with either punch or wine flowing." Said Canada as he watched people helping themselves to the refreshments.
Then there was a commotion of cheering and clapping, all three young men turned to look. A young girl in a pink gown was on the dance floor, spot light on her as she smiled at everyone. A group of young men all lined up behind her, as though her personal bodyguards in their matching tux's.
Soon the music started and the girl danced with the young boys in a waltz that was well coordinated and thought out.
The crowd cheered and clapped as the dance came to an end with the young boys lifting the girl up for a few seconds before carefully setting her down.
After her traditional waltz with her brothers, Mexico was approached by Brazil.
"Ola Mexico." Greeted Brazil as he gave her a kind smile.
"Hola Brazil." Mexico said returning his smile.
"May I have this dance?" He asked.
Mexico quickly thought back to her conversation with Sister Spain, she did say she would give him a chance. "Of course."
Brazil smile grew wider as he gently took her hand and twirled her into a waltz.
America was star struck from the moment he saw her. She was beautiful, she was perfect. He couldn't keep his eyes off her as she danced, her dress flowing around her in an alluring away, the way her dress swished with every movement.
He quickly grabbed a random guest "Excuse me but do you know who that girl is? The one dancing in the pink gown with that guy?" He asked.
"I'm sorry sir but I'm just the caterer. I don't know." Explained the man.
America quickly let the man go and continued to watch the girl dance. "Never would I have thought that tonight I would see someone so beautiful. Not even the lights are shining bright as her, she makes even jewels dim in comparison to her."
Brother Mexico was enjoying a cup of punch till he heard a familiar voice, one that alarmed him. He quickly turn and glared. "How dare he show his face here!" Seethed Brother Mexico, making his way towards America.
Before he could take three steps Spain cut him off. "Why the sour face?" He asked.
"There is a Brit here at our party!"
"A Brit?" Asked Spain as he looked around before spotting America, "That's America isn't it?"
"Si!" Said Brother Mexico, ready to punch the Brit.
"Oh calm down son, I hear that he's a good young man. I would not want him to be disrespected in my home!"
"Father are you mad!?" Questioned Brother Mexico. "I will not stand him being here!"
"He will stay!" Spain commanded. "I am the man of this house am I not? You will not stand him? God help me! You will stir up the guest and cause a riot!"
"But father it is a-!" Started Brother Spain.
"You are a hot tempered boy!" Scolded Spain, ready to smack some sense into his oldest son. He then noticed the people looking at them. He gave a smile as he called out to them, "Go, go enjoy yourselves! Dance, eat!" He said before turning back to his son "You are a chore sometimes! Go now! Before I make you go!"
Brother Mexico glared before storming away, 'He may tolerate this intrusion, but not me! I will make that damn America pay for this insult!'
America quietly followed the young girl waiting for a moment to grab her attention. Once he saw his opportunity he took it, grabbing her hand.
"Excuse me, I know my hands are not worthy to be touching yours but from the moment I saw you, you had me entranced, yearning for a kiss." Said America.
Mexico lightly blushed but smiled, "My, such sweet words that come from your lips."
America returned her smile, nodding. "Yes, lips that wish to touch yours."
"How very foreword." Mexico gave a small laugh at the man's straightforwardness.
"Foreword in which I would like to lean in to brush my lips against yours."
"Then why have you not done so?"
America smiled as he leaned in and gently kissed the lovely girl before him.
"You kiss so tenderly." Said Mexico when they pulled away.
"Your kisses are sweet and warm, do let me have the honor of another kiss." Asked America.
Mexico nodded as she gave him a kiss.
"Hey sis"
Quickly did the two step away from each other and looked towards the shout. Sister Costa Rica was running towards them.
"Our aunt wants to speak to you." Said Rica to Mexico.
Mexico nodded and hurried off. America then turned to the young girl who had interrupted them.
"Um, who is her aunt?" He asked.
"Our aunt? Its Sister Spain." Replied Rica before hurrying off.
"Sister Spain? I had fallen for our rival." Said America, in a daze.
It was then Canada grabbed him by his shoulder.
"Come on America, its time we left." Said Canada, Australia walking over to them.
"Yeah, you're right." Agreed America getting ready to leave with them.
"Leaving so soon boys?" Asked Spain walking over to them, "We just started another course!"
"I got this" Said Australia who then whispered something to Spain.
"Is that right?" Asked Spain an amused grin on his face, "Well then it is late I suppose it is time for bed, goodnight boys."
The boys said their goodbyes and quickly left.
Mexico waited till almost everyone had left before grabbing Sister Costa Rica.
"Hey, do you have an idea who that boy was?" She asked.
"No I don't." Replied Rica.
"Can you please go find out?"
"Sure, give me a minute." Said Rica as she hurried after some of the guest asking around. After a few minutes she walked back over to her sister. "His name is America and he's a Brit."
Mexico eyes widen in shock, "The man I love from a house that I am suppose to hate. Oh curse that I was born a Spanish to have fallen in love with an enemy."
Rica looked at her sister confused, "What are you blabbering about?"
"Nothing, forget it. Lets just go, its been a long night."
Rica nodded "yeah lets, everyone has already left."
Both girls walked upstairs to their rooms leaving behind a dark empty room still littered in decorations of the nights festivities.