La lala! Yayayay! Okay I probably should not be doing this. I have two other chapter stories going on. One about Mexico to and the other about Lebanon and Turkey. : D But I guess I will do a chapter story and I'll just see where it goes.
I don't own anything but my story.
It was lunch time and Mexico felt like she was walking on water. Until Switzerland grabbed her by the collar and dragged her away from Bolivia and the rest of her brothers to go sit in some deserted area of the school.
"Hey! Switzerland what the fuck?" Mexico yelled trying to wrestle free. Switzerland ignored her and continued to abduct the poor Latina.
He finally reached his destination…the bleachers. He set her shirt free and sat down stuffing his face with his sandwich. All the time glaring at her as if they were married and she had cheated on him.
Mexico felt uneasy. Switzerland was one of the only people who could do that. Make her feel ashamed of herself. Sheepishly she sat down and waited for him to say something.
Switzerland continued to glare. And glare and glare. Mexico shifted a little.
"Explain yourself" he growled.
Mexico stared at him, "Explain what?"
"This! You! Spain! Everything!" he howled, "You're an idiot! Don't you get it! Spain is like a womanizer!"
Mexico looked confused for a minute but than opened her mouth to yell back. "What the hell are you talking about!"
"Spain. Is. A. Womanizer." Switzerland said dangerously low. "And you have just fallen for his trap!"
"Tsk tsk tsk. Switzerland if I didn't know any better I would think you were jealous of Spain." A smooth French voice came up.
"France, did you follow us you horny bastard!" growled Switzerland, "Why don't you fuck off?"
Chuckling France sauntered over to the two of them ruffling his hair he replied, "Actually I was about to with your sister when Spain cam up to ask me if you knew where Mexico was. But I found her so excuse me, its word to keep lovely woman waiting."
Switzerland gapped at France then snapped at Mexico, "This conversation will continue later but first let me go shoot the shit out of that bastard". And he sprinted off leaving Mexico behind.
Sighing she stood up to go find Spain, Walking off the bleachers she couldn't help but feel that her relationship was…cliché. The usual bad boy getting the girl and than cheating on her but he comes back begging on his knees for her. Then it goes on and on. Mexico didn't want a relationship to be like that so she began plotting.
By the time Mexico got to the lunch room she had a plan. Spain came up to her with a huge smile on his face, green eyes blazing with lust(at least that's what Poland said when he saw her after school) and a bouquet of red roses in his hands. Mexico couldn't help but think as she smiled and accepted the roses with a hug that the flowers were so damn cliché.
Laughing with Spain as the wolf whistles filled the room she pulled on his shirt to an empty table in the back of the lunchroom.
"México…Bonita…" whispered Spain while he played with her hair.
"Spain I gotta tell you something" Mexico said holding his hand and putting it down.
"What?"
"I do not doubt your love for me at all. Seriously I don't, it's just that…I want you to prove it to me."
Spain looked at her bewildered.
"Like, I will go out with you, but when I'm bored you have to find a way to keep me with you. Because I'm not stupid I know your reputation, you drop a girl as soon as you pick her up. So if you really do like me you'll do this." Mexico stood up straight and steeled herself for any degrading comments that he might aim at her.
"Okay."
"Huh?"
"Okay, I like- love you enough to do that." He put his hand in her hair again and started to finger the strands. Mexico stayed quiet until Prussia invaded their table. Then she started yelling at Prussia with Germany, because it was funny when everyone ganged up on him.
….After school…...
Mexico was walking with Poland, towards the cross walk.
"And I swear Mexico! His eyes were glued on you the whole time in Math…and I thought he was going to cry when you guys split up so he could go to computers. So like firkin damn cute!"
"Gracias Poland. But come down your getting all red."
"I know…you're so cute together you're so short and he's so tall, I wanna die! Sometimes me and Hungary wish you were a guy, than it would be even cuter! But you two are a gorgeous couple even with you being…dickless."
"Thanks Poland, now I feel bad for having a–"
"Mexico! Mother of the gods! Where are you?" Mexico heard Peru yell.
"Adios Poland! See you tomorrow." Mexico waved and turned around to find Peru.
"Wait Mexico! I know it might be a little to soon but here just in case" He said shoving a handful of condoms in her hand.
"Poland!"
"I'm sorry if they are like the wrong size, I don't know if I'm the same size as Spain."
"I doubt it."
"Shut up!"
Laughing she turned around straight into France.
"Ah I am sorry madame Mexico; I was ah blinded by your beauty." Said the suave Frenchman.
"Uh huh, and I was blinded by the dark." Mexico shot back and moved to step aside from France.
"So charming, I know why Spain likes you so much, I just wish that I had gotten to you first." He said wistfully.
Romano shoved him away and yelled, "Shut the fuck up you stupid motherfucker! Why don't you go and and and-"
"Don't hurt yourself Romano." Mexico said, "Come on let's go before you pop a vein."
"Don't let him do that to you Mexico! He is a pedophile! He will climb up to your window and gag you and than—"
"Holy shitfuck! Mexico! Where have you been!" Peru yelled. Her wavy hair swinging she grabbed Mexico's arm and pulled her away from Romano. She looked back at Romano apologetically before waving goodbye and being shoved into a car.
Her brother Cuba yelled at her in Spanish for making them wait an extra 2 minutes than started to roll some cigars while Paraguay started the car. Paraguay led the Latin American countries out of the parking lot and into the street. Mexico looked out the window at the nations that were walking by.
She laughed at Hungary who smacked Prussia into the street with her pan, and then laughed harder when Paraguay cussed at Prussia in Spanish for being in his way. It was always funny when Paraguay drove; because he couldn't keep quite he always had to yell at other cars being in his way.
Sighing she leaned back into her seat and closed her eyes, seeing Spain's beautiful green ones in her mind. She smacked herself, seeing her boyfriend's eyes? Cliché.
Leaning forward in her seat she looked over Cuba's shoulders to watch him roll his cigars. It was always funny when the wind picked up the ash and threw some in his eyes.
Huh… I was aiming for epic…or at least good. Please tell me! Review Review! Please!
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