England's Kitchen:
"Common New Spain, how do know if you don't like it unless you try it? Now open wide," England said as he tried to feed New Spain.
"But I am not hungry," New Spain argued. Unfortunately for her, her stomach wouldn't let her lie.
"I am not deaf New Spain; I can hear your stomach growling. Now open wide," England said. Trying to maneuver food into New Spain's mouth.
"No way Jose am I going to eat what you cooked. It might give me food poisoning, or worst it might be cursed," New Spain said.
New Spain managed to push the chair away from the table; however, England managed to grab a hold of her and pull her forwards.
"I-I don't try to curse my food. Where did you learn this?" England asked as he tried to feed her once more.
"You don't have to try to even cure your food in order for it to cause pain?" New Spain yelped.
Just then a young man got inside the kitchen; he was probably a year younger than England.
"Why are you arguing with the little boy?" asked Ireland.
"I am not a little bo-" New Spain got cut off as a spoon full of food got shoved inside her mouth, and was forced to swallow it.
"Oh so you are not a little boy, you are a big boy, huh?" asked Ireland.
Then he walked over to tease New Spain's hair. "Actually Ireland, she is a little girl," England explained, "and I have enough trouble as it is trying to feed her without you making her angry."
"Here let me try," Ireland said.
"Good luck," England said as he got up from the chair. Ireland sat down in the chair right in front of New Spain. "England bring me some juice, please," Ireland said.
As soon as England gave Ireland the juice, Ireland looked back at New Spain.
"Do you want juice?" Ireland asked.
"Jugo?" asked New Spain.
"What's her name, England?" Ireland asked.
"New Spain, my name is Ne-" New Spain got interrupted by getting food inside her mouth.
"Eat it," Ireland commanded.
He could hear New Spain's whimpering as she swallowed the food that was in her mouth.
"Do you want juice?" Ireland asked. New Spain opened her mouth so that Ireland could give her juice, but right before she could get juice he switched the cup with the another spoon full of food. A trick Ireland played with New Spain until she was done with her food.
"Okay, you can have the juice now, New Spain," Ireland said.
He handed her the cup of juice and saw how New Spain glared at him. New Spain chugged the juice down. Took her tray to kitchen sink and placed them there. Then she moved a chair towards the sink so that she could wash her dirty dishes. Right before she could get a hold of the sponge and soap England stopped her.
"Let me do this," England told her. He then moved her from the chair and placed it back to its place. He looked at the little girl that stared back at him with curiosity, and saw as how she sat down on the floor.
"Are you going to wait for me?" England asked her. New Spain nodded her head yes and stuck her thumb in her mouth.
"Suit yourself," England said and began to clean the dirty dishes.
'He really isn't a bad guy. His food is horrible, but that isn't really his fault, right? Right, now I have to be nice to him. But how?' New Spain thought as she looked up at England.
'Spain said that kisses were only given to people in your family. So a kiss is a big no, no. I got it I will give him a hug!' New Spain cheered in her head. She began to crawl towards where England was standing. Ireland just watched as how New Spain got closer to England. Just then New Spain got up and wrapped her tiny arms around one of England's legs.
"Gracias, Inglaterra," New Spain said looking up at England.
"Your welcome, New Spain," England said, "I am finished washing the dishes. Do you want to take a nap, New Spain?"
New Spain threw her arms up in response, and England picked her up then began to walk to his room. In order to let her take a nap; so that he got ready for his trip to visit America. He walked up some stairs, down a hallway and opened the door to his room. England walked towards a rocking chair, and sat down on it so that he could try and rock New Spain to sleep.
"Rock-a-bye, baby
In the treetop
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock
When the bough breaks
The cradle will fall
And down will come baby
Cradle and all
Baby is drowsing
Cosy and fair
Mother sits near
In her rocking chair
Forward and back
The cradle she swings
And though baby sleeps
He hears what she sings
From the high rooftops
Down to the sea
No one's as dear
As baby to me
Wee little fingers
Eyes wide and bright
Now sound asleep
Until morning light."
New Spain grabbed a hold of England and looked scared. "Won't baby die if it falls from the tree top?" asked New Spain.
"No it won't. How does Spain get you to fall asleep?" England asked.
"Well he lays down in bed and then he lays me down on his chest and I fall asleep listening to his breathing and his heart beat," New Spain said.
"Interesting, that should be easy enough," England said as he got off the rocking chair. Then England took of his shoes and jacket got on the bed and lay down.
"Well, common get on my chest so you can fall asleep," England said feeling very annoyed. Then he looked at New Spain who was taking off her clothes.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" England yelped.
"I like to sleep in the nude, but big brother doesn't let me so he makes me wear a very big shirt that fits like a dress and nothing else," New Spain explained.
"Where is that shirt?" asked England. Getting up form the bed and walking to one of her suitcases.
"I think I left it in Spain's ship," New Spain said with a grin. England make a what-the-fuck face.
"Oh look England, Spain left you a letter," New Spain said. She pointed to an envelope she saw sticking out of England's pocket. She knew that Spain had written it because she could smell his scent coming from it.
"Oh yes I almost forgot about it," England said. He opened the letter and read it.
'Dear England,
Here are some things you may need to know about New Spain. She has a tendency of enjoying to sleep in the nude make sure she wears a loose shirt. Right as soon as you give her, her bath make sure you get her dry fast and get her dressed she has tendency of running around naked and "air drying". I do not let her have sweets before dinner and don't let her trick you into believing I do. Make sure you keep a close eye on her she has a tendency of running off. If France brings Canada, tell me immediately she is not allowed to even see Canada. However she will do the impossible just to see Canada, make sure you keep them apart use any method possible. Also don't let her go to her home lands. I will see you at America's place to pick her up in two weeks.
Sincerely,
Spain'
"You-know-what lets forget all about your nap," England said, "and help me pack for our voyage to America."
"Esta bien, but I am already here," New Spain said and began to put her clothes back on. Right when she got off the bed she heard some strange noises coming from the window.
"Not you, your New Spain. I am talking about thirteen colonies," England explained.
"Okay he is America," New Spain sighed. She looked out the window and saw fluffy four legged animals.
"They must feel like clouds!" New Spain squealed and ran to see them up close. When she reached the door that lead outside she come to an immediate stop, she could not reach the door knob. She looked around frantically, suddenly she saw someone. Ireland was sitting down on the sofa reading a book. New Spain quickly walked over to and when she was right in front of him she began to pull on his shirt.
"Yes, what is it?" Ireland asked looking at the frantic child.
"I want to go outside," New Spain said as she shifted her feet on the floor. To Ireland it looked so similar to the peepee dance.
"Do you have to go to the bathroom?" Ireland asked.
"Four legged clouds are outside," New Spain whimpered.
"'Four legged clouds'? Oh you mean the sheep that are outside, you want to see them?" Ireland asked.
"Yes!" New Spain said feeling exasperated. Running to the front door, while Ireland followed her close behind. Ireland opened the door and saw in amazement how New Spain sprinted out the door.
"Sheep! Sheep! Sheep!" New Spain cheered.
'Wow she really is Spain's little sister,' Ireland thought to himself and chuckled.
Right before New Spain could glomp one of the sheep someone grabbed a hold of her by the back of her dress. 'Come on!' thought New Spain feeling very annoyed.
"Hello, who are you?" asked Wales.
"New Spain and you are?"asked New Spain trying to sound nice.
"My name is Wales. Are you related to Spain?" asked Wales as he gently placed her down.
"Yes, he is my big brother," New Spain said with a huge grin on her face, "can I play with the sheep now? Pwease, pwetty pwetty, pwease!"
New Spain begged as her eyes began to sparkle trying to sugar coat her pleads.
"Sure, just stay away from the rams," Wales warned her.
"The what?" asked New Spain with a quizzical look on her face.
"The sheep with horns are called rams," explained Wales.
"Oh, okay," said New Spain. She then walked over to the sheep and glomped one of them. They were soft to the touch, but they were not like the clouds she had once touched on the back of Quetzalcoat when her mother would take her. The sheep would not vanish and become water like the clouds would but they were still soft.
"New Spain, were leaving," England called out to her. New Spain quickly let go of the sheep she was hugging and ran to England's side. Following him close behind as he led her to another ship, to play with someone she had never even met. 'I am getting closer to my people and father away from my friends and family,' New Spain sadly thought. When England looked at her she seemed very happy and excited to meet America when in reality she dreaded their meeting.