"Yo dudes!" America's loud voice echoed throughout the meeting room where all the countries have gathered.

"I have a country to introduce you dudes to! She lives south from me, she always needs help, she poses off me, she's poor a-" A loud thud made my fist came from America's face.

"CALLATE!" shouted a female with white strapless dress that stretched to her ankles. A orange ribbon was wrapped around her waist, her hair was a dark auburn and her eyes were a dark chocolate brown.

"Ow!" America go up rubbing his cheek. "This is Mexico" he grumbled.

"Hola!" she smiled innocently.

The whole room sat in silence and Mexico stood awkwardly waiting for a reply. America glared at her

"There's a open seat next to Russia" he smirked.

She shrugged and took the seat beside next to the big country. The other countries stared in shock wondering why she wasn't afraid.

"Okay, let's start with me cause I'm the Hero!" America spoke about his own country but quickly was interrupted by loud munching coming from across the room where Mexico sat. She blissfully bit down on her tacos that somehow appeared.

"Mexico! are you even listening to me?"

"Hm?"

She covered her mouth with her hand.

England let out a sigh, "You know none of us want to hear the wanker-"

"HEY!"

"-talk but the faster the better."

"Fine" Mexico slumped in her seat. She dozed off and fell asleep after hearing America blabber on for what seemed like forever about himself.

"MEXICO!"

She jumped up as soon as she heard her name. Agitated by the fact America woke her up.

"WHAT?" she yelled.

Germany face-palmed and grunted. "Please just listen!"

"Okay okay!" she gave up and crossed her arms.

"honhonhon" France scooted closer to Mexico who was sitting next to him.

She slowly leaned away as he got closer.

"You know amour, I can be the nacho and you can be the cheese" he winked.

Her face turned red from blushing. England smacked the back of France's head with his palm.

"Leave her alone you tool!"

Spain glared at France, "she's not cho cheese."

As the commotion was occurring, Russia was gazing at Mexico. He couldn't understand why his stomach felt weird when he looked at her. The rest of the meeting went on normally for the countries. As the meeting ended, the countries began going their separate ways. America was seeking revenge against Mexico for humiliating him. 'Ha! I'll show her!' he thought to himself. He grabbed her purse when she went to the bathroom and nobody was watching. He pulled out a plane ticket and hid it in his jacket. 'Ha! Now she can't get back to her own country! Since we are in Russia, she'll have nowhere to go!' America secretly placed her purse back.

Later on when everyone had left, Mexico was the last to leave. She scavenged purse looking for the ticket. She even crawled under the meeting table searching for it. "Ay no! What am i gonna do?" she got up from under the table and nervously looked out the window. It was snowing and the wind was blowing faster every minute. She sighed "Better find a taxi...it can't be that far." she put on her jacket and stepped outside, it was shivering cold, and her light dress didn't help one bit. She walked far into the distance, she could barely see anything more than the snow blanket. Every step she took made her legs feel weaker. They began to feel numb, making her want to trip. Her mouth felt dry due to lack of refreshments. Her nose and fingers already started to turn pink. She collapsed after at least a hour of walking. She laid in the snow dazed. Her vision was blurred and slowly fading. In the distance the crunching of snow was loud enough for her to hear. She barely saw what seemed to be the shape of boots before she blacked out.

Spanish translations:

callate = shut up