Nine years later:
New Spain was working in Spain's gardens. The years had been kind to her; she had long straight black hair that she always kept braided, she had her mother's almond shaped eyes but her father's brown hue, she had a sun kissed tan from working in the fields, her body had a nice muscle tone, cute lips, and a lovely curve to her body that you could barely know was there. When she first started to notice the changes in her body, she felt ashamed of herself. The first thing she did was created clothing for herself that would hang loosely around her chest and waist area. Romano knew about her changes which was why he never questioned her secrecy. Spain on the other hand did not he demanded that New Spain tell him what she was being so quiet about. In between sobs and tears New Spain told him what she Belgium had just explained to her the day before, the day she almost lost her head when she saw her blood stained underwear. She had only been ten years old when this happened, she had gotten an early start, all the other nations had not started to get their visits from Mother Nature just yet, well maybe for the exception of Argentina who started about a month ago, but that is a whole different story.
"Hey, Rio de Oro, what do you think, Romano, will have us cook today?" New Spain asked the guy standing next to her.
"I don't know really, New Spain," there was hate in Rio de Oro's voice. After all those years he still didn't forgive New Spain for having given up her freedom so easily. Even though Rio de Oro was thirteen years old he already had muscle tone from all the heavy lifting he had to do. He still had soft brown eyes but he always had an angry look on his face that made him look almost intimidating if it wasn't for his age. He kept his hair short, because if it would be longer it would just get in the way.
"Oh well, whatever it is it seems delicious, look at all the ingredients he is making us get," New Spain gleamed.
"It doesn't matter what it is you and I both know we are not getting any," Rio de Oro glared.
"I guess your right but still that doesn't seem to matter," New Spain tried to cheer herself up, "here, eat this."
New Spain handed Rio de Oro a lovely red tomato. It looked so delicious and Rio de Oro could almost taste its nectar dripping down his throat. He took it from New Spain's hands and right before he took a bite he took one quick look at the girl in front of him.
"Don't worry, that tomato won't be missed I eat one every day when I am out here," New Spain confessed.
With that said Rio de Oro began to enjoy his tomato without a care in the world. Once he took the last bite from his now gone tomato, he began to help New Spain carry the baskets filled with fruits and vegetables inside. Before they even set foot on the kitchen they made sure to clean their hands and face since Romano would chase them out if they were dirty. New Spain walked in carrying the fruit while Rio de Oro carried the vegetables that Romano had asked for. They both placed the baskets on the kitchen counter. They were surprised to find not only Spain but also both America and France waiting for them. New Spain smiled kindly at Spain as she knew she should, which caused Rio de Oro to hate her even more.
'Damn if that pervert asked for New Spain to lick the dirt of his boots she would gladly do it,' Rio de Oro fumed.
'What the hell do you want now, Bastard?' New Spain thought.
"Rio de Oro, you may leave there is something I would like to discuss with New Spain," Spain ordered. Rio de Oro looked down on the floor and walked away leaving New Spain alone.
"New Spain, we are going to need your help," Spain simply stated.
New Spain dropped her smile and looked at Spain directly in the eye before saying the following: "I only live to please you, Spain, if you want my life you can have it."
"I am glad I am doing this before that happens to me," America smirked.
"Do you want my help or not?" Spain threatened America.
"Of course I do," America replied.
"Good, now be quiet. New Spain, I need you to help fight in America's Independence by giving me paying some taxes," Spain cooed at New Spain.
"How much do you need?" New Spain asked America.
"I don't really know," America answered.
"Just ignore him give me the money and I'll tell you when it's enough," Spain said as he teased New Spain's hair.
This sent a strange sensation down her spine, and then her eyes were directed towards someone she had not seen in years. France was standing there right in front of her.
"Um, France, it's been a while since I have seen you. How have you been, how is Canada?" New Spain asked.
"New Spain, dude haven't you heard, Canada belongs to England now, so France can't tell you anything," America butted in.
"Oh, I am terribly sorry, I didn't know," New Spain apologized.
"Don't worry, New Spain, that is why I am helping America win his indepence. So that jerk knows how it feels to have something you hold dear taken away from him," France flared.
"So what do you say, New Spain, are you with me?" Spain asked but it was only an act since both New Spain and he knew that what he said goes.
"You can count on me," New Spain replied. She gave them a smile that told them that she was not lying. Both France and America, left the kitchen but Spain remained there with New Spain. Spain walked towards New Spain's general direction and pulled her in for a hug. He sniffed New Spain's scent of citrus, flowers, ocean and dirt. It drove him over the edge; New Spain just shuddered at Spain's warm breath on her neck.
"Don't think this outfit can fool me, New Spain, I know you have gotten quite curvy," Spain murmured.
"I-i… am… sorry… I didn't… mean to," New Spain stammered.
"Don't be, I actually like it," Spain cooed, "which is I am asking you this, will you marry me?"
"But we are in the middle of a war!" New Spain cried.
"Oh we will get married right after the war is over," Spain chuckled.
"I don't know," New Spain mumbled.
"Let me rephrase that, New Spain, marry me or I kill Puebla for what he made me do to you," Spain threatened her.
"How did you find out?" New Spain asked in horror.
"I didn't, you told me just now," Spain replied, "so all those times you took the blame for Puebla. IS THAT IT , NEW SPAIN?"
"Please don't hurt him, do with me what you want but please don't hurt, Puebla," New Spain begged.
"Alright I won't but just as long as you say it, New Spain," Spain replied.
"Yes, Spain, I will marry you," New Spain muttered.
"I couldn't hear you and you know what else I don't believe you. Oh well, I guess I'll have to punish Puebla after all," Spain tormented New Spain. He let go of her and started leave the kitchen.
New Spain quickly caught a hold of Spain's arm and she pulled him back giving him a kiss on the lips. Spain deepened the kiss, which New Spain allowed. Once the kiss was over Spain smirked at the girl in front of him.
"I am glad you see things my way," Spain whispered in her ear.
Then he took her hand and places an engagement ring in her hand. Then he left leaving, once her inner self felt safe. New Spain made a mad dash to her cell; she threw herself on her make-shift bed and cried herself to sleep.
New Spain's Dream World:
She was chasing after Canada. She was in her three year old form and he was thirteen. She tried to catch-up with him, but as soon as she thought she had finally reached him, her body began to turn into her two year old self and he became a year older.
"Canada, come back!" New Spain cried out.
"No, you have forgotten all about me, why should I go back?" Canada asked right before vanishing.
Then right then and there New Spain felt so alone she clutched herself and slowly she began to turn back into her twelve year old self.
"But I love you, Canada," New Spain cried.