A/N: Lemme know if you see any errors and whatnnot. Feel free to tell me any historical inaccuracy I managed. Also, leave some nice reviews too! Because I'm the boss!
Mexico City, Mexico – 1944
"Domito! ¿Qué tal? We're coming to help you," Nieve answered the phone on the second ring while Fern was running around frantically packing last minute.
"I'm fine, Nieve. Al's here and so is Jack. Of course, so is Kiku. He stays away though, he doesn't really visit. Just hurts. Jack's leaving soon though, he's scared. He's scared he might be the next target for the Germans. They're ruthless, hermana. I don't blame him," The Philippine's voice was tired, but Nieve could tell that the young nation was trying to keep his spirits up. Nieve smiled, remembering the last time she had seen him.
The nation was young, no older than the human age of thirteen. He was dark skinned, mixing the personality and looks of the Spanish and Asian influences. Delicate features, smooth skin. His short black hair was spiked, his brown eyes staring back at you always studying you. A smile wide and proud, taking after his current "father", America. Both countries wore a bomber jacket, although Domingo's was clear of the large fifty on it and was more of a black than brown and usually closed. His fingers were small and he was forever cursed to fail at playing piano. He kept trying and trying, doing ridiculous things to grow out his hands. He had once gone to England and tried to get England to try some magic on them. In substitute he played mallet percussion, marimba and xylophone. Domingo was trying to build up the musical aspect of his country, hearing the stories of the great Austria and his musical history and culture.
"We're coming Dom and we'll stay with you through and through. I have to go now! ¡Hasta luego!" Nieve said, when she looked up to see Fernando in the doorway, tapping his watch. For someone so loud and careless, he sure hated being late.
"¡Hasta pronto, Nieve! I miss you!" Domito shouted into the reciever before Nieve hung up the phone. Fern smiled softly, holding out his hand. Nieve bent down and grabbed her clothes. Without looking back, she turned off the lights, leaving her room, her home.
"Good bye, Mexico! I'll be back!" Fern shouted, running ahead of his sister. Nieve laughed and chased him down the street, holding onto her sombrero and baggage.
A/N: What a weird way to end, but I like this better than the somber way it did in my notebook. Lemme know any errors or mistakes! BTW, I edited chapter two slightly, just a forgotten page break and a needless Author's Note, nothing important. I made the date at the top of the page too, so you know where and when they are/it is. Look back if you feel need be. The date is also the chapter name.