Three Years later

New Spain was now a three year old little girl, and like most little girls she would climb trees and get all muddy. Spain would always try to scold her but then wasn't able to for very long. New Spain had the ability to look just way too cute to stay mad at for very long. She was the youngest of Spain's colonies, so if Spain didn't keep an eye on her Cuba, Guatemala, Chile, Peru, or even Romano would keep an eye on her. However, New Spain seemed to always get out of their sight and get into mischief. New Spain had already met both Canada and France, but Spain would not let her play with Canada when France was around. Let's just say France had a tendency of giving New Spain flowers very often and that annoyed Spain. So Spain would forbid New Spain of going over to France's house to see Canada, but that didn't seem to stop the New Spain from going. Even though she knew that when she got back home to Spain he would be waiting for her on the door with a belt. The first time Spain had caught her; he hit her with the belt one time and told her that if she ever did that again it would be worst. The second time he hit her twice, the third time three times, and so on. New Spain just never seemed to get the lesson; this would be the tenth time she goes over to France's house just to see Canada.

Like usual it was easy to sneak past everyone all she had to do was let the animals out of their cages, or cause another distraction so that everyone would have their eyes off of her. Sometimes all she needed was a minute, and she was out of their sight. She would run past Spain's vegetable garden and into the France's rose bushes and there she would reach her hand out and France would pull her in. France would always leave New Spain and Canada alone and go over to Spain's house.

"You just don't get it Spain do you? What is going on between Canada and New Spain is censé être, meant to be," France tried to explain to Spain.

"No it is not she is mine and mine alone, and no one shall take her away from me. And besides how do you even know that they even like each other?" Spain pouted.

"Oh Spain don't you see it, the way I do. Just seeing New Spain doing the impossible just in order to be by Canada's side should be enough. Not only that you should see the twinkle in their eyes when they are together. They adore one another. If you don't think that is enough have New Spain talk to you about Canada like I have Canada talks about New Spain. Before you know it they will be in love and they'll," France got interrupted.

"NOT IF I CAN HELP IT THEY WON'T! I WILL FORBID IT SHE IS MINE FOR ALL OF ETERNATY!" Spain shouted. Then he soon regretted it because it seemed to scare the other colonies and they began to cry.

"Go outside kids me and France have to talk," Spain said as he would fake a smile at them so that they would stop crying. And saw them run out.

"Let's have this conversation in my room," Spain said as he began to lead France upstairs. Which was the last one in the hallway, as they passed maybe fifty bed rooms some were empty but their where ones that already had their names on them. He saw everyone's names except for New Spain she did not have her own room. France looked at the Conquistador's back and his eyes began to grow as if he had just gotten a sudden epiphany. 'I get it! Why didn't I notice earlier, Spain isn't obsessed with New Spain he is in love with her?' France thought feeling very stupid at the current moment for not knowing sooner. Right before Spain opened his bedroom door France asked the forbidden.

"Spain do you love New Spain?"

Spain turned his head and said "Of course I do. I love all of my colonies as if they were my actual little brothers and sisters."

"No, that is not what I meant. I mean do you love her as a man loves a woman?" France asked.

Spain opened the door and stepped inside, France just followed him in. Once inside Spain closed the door. "Don't be stupid how can I see her like that? I am eleven years older than her. That is just wrong," Spain said.

"If you are worried about age difference it doesn't matter we are nations we don't age as fast as normal humans do," France tried to explain.

'Just admit it, say it Spain, say that you love her it's not that hard,' France thought.

"No I do not love her more than a sister!" Spain yelled furiously at France.

"Really, now tell me Spain why she doesn't have her own bedroom. Don't give me an excuse that she gets nightmares or that she isn't potty trained because I know she is," France argued. One way or another he was going to get him to say it.

"I just don't want her to sleep in any other bed than mine," the words came out of Spain's mouth before he could even stop them.

France's eyebrows rose as if he had gotten Spain to admit his love for New Spain.

"And why is that, Spain?" asked France. He had him that's for sure.

"Okay you caught me I love her. I love her more than life itself. I guess I loved her from the very beginning," Spain said.

"When was that?" asked France.

"Sit down I am going to tell you how and why I love her," Spain sighed and then said, "where do I begin? Ah yes, now I know."

France sat down on Spain bed watching him attentively as Spain told him the story of how he met and would eventually fall in love with New Spain.

"Do you remember when I returned to the New World in order to conquer more colonies?" Spain asked France who nodded yes.

"Well when I went back I came upon a great empire of beautiful people, they had black hair and a nice tan just like the one that New Spain has, did I mention they were almost naked?" Spain asked France.

"Really! Damn that must have been paradise. Let me go with you the next time you go there I want to see these naked people too," France excitedly said. As he made that face that gave you the creeps.

"Yes but that is not important. I met New Spain's mother her name was Azteca. She was a beautiful young woman, but she was not completely naked like her people were she wore a simple dress in which you could easily see her seducing curves; however she did not catch my attention as the little girl that she carried in her arms. As I got closer Azteca looked at me with anger and fear, but that little girl smiled at me and threw her arms at me as if to tell me that she trusted me and wanted me to hold her. So I did holding that little girl in my arms I felt so happy I could cry. So I carried that little girl with me for a walk. I stayed with them and Azteca's people treaded me like a god. They gave me whatever I asked them for. So I never complained I spent most of my time with that little girl. Can you believe that I was her first word? I still remember it as if it were yesterday 'Spain,' she said. You should have been there the way she said it sounded like music to my ears. I was in total bliss. I stayed a bit longer but I left a day after her first steps she was a nine month old baby. She was so advanced for a baby. When I left I her I felt so heart broken that I needed to return to her but I still had so much work to do, but soon enough three months latter I returned to her and that's when I knew that I loved her," Spain said.

"That's such a nice story," France said, "but if it had been me I would have taken her form the first moment I saw her."

"Yeah, but I am not you, France," said Spain, "by the way France I heard that England also has a colony in the New World. Mind telling me what the kid is like."

"Well he looks almost like Canada but with England's hair style. Oh the poor boy he must be having his taste bud killed because of his terrible cooking," France said.

"Hey do you think if I take New Spain with me England would let me see the kid?" asked Spain.

"I thought you said you did not want New Spain to look at anyone but you," France said.

"Yes I know that but if she spends some time with England's brat she will soon forget about Canada and if she doesn't like the kid she will soon love me even more just like it was before I brought her with me," Spain explained.

"Ah that's true. One more thing Spain before I leave," France said.

"Yes what is it?" asked Spain.

"Don't hit New Spain when ever she goes to my house when she goes to see Canada, because you will wind up loosing her that way," France said as he got up from the bed as he was about to leave.

"What are you talking about? I would never hit New Spain," Spain said.

"Don't lie because I know you do. I notice as she winces when she sits down with Canada to play," France said, "if you want her to love you the way she did when she first met you then don't hit her."