New Spain kept giving Spain gold that she didn't even know how much she had actually given him. All she did know was that she felt tired and drained of so much energy. However she did not once complain about her pain, but kept working on the fields, cooked, and cleaned as if nothing bothered her at all. Nothing did bother her as long as her little brother Puebla was out of harm's way. Talking about Puebla he was not thrilled with Spain and New Spain's sudden engagement; as a matter a fact no one in the Spanish house hold were too thrilled with the idea.
Flashback:
"¿Che, Como de que te casas con esa esquíncela, España?" Argentina demandad.
"¿Vos, porque esta tan enojada con migo? ¿Acaso no queréis que sea feliz con mi doncella, Nueva España?" Spain asked encircling his arms around his fiancé.
"Che, claro que quiero que seas feliz idiota! Pero no con Nueva España, porque sé que no te ama," Argentina declared.
"Claro que me ama. ¿No será que tienes celos de que escogí a Nueva España, y no a ti, Argentina?" Spain teased.
"Che, claro que no, yo seré la esposa de Chile," Argentina proclaimed stealing a kiss from a shocked Chile.
"¿De que hablas maldita, Wea?" Chile asked. He looked as red as a tomato tearing himself as far away from her as possible.
"Spain, are you crazy?" Romano shouted.
"Si, I am crazy with love, Romano," Spain sighed, "and I am sure my little bride feels the same way too."
A warning was there that only New Spain seemed to notice was there, because she quickly turned around and kissed Spain.
"I don't care, that you two are in love, I won't allow it! Spain, you…you… you, CRADLE ROBBER!" Romano yelled. He walked over to the 'happy' couple, and tried to pry New Spain out of Spain's grasps.
"Why are you so opposed to my happiness, Romano?" New Spain asked with tears in her eyes.
Romano's face darkened with sorrow since he knew exactly what her words truly meant. Since her eyes were filled with so much grief that told him: 'Romano, it's far too late to save me. I know I am doomed to marry a man that I do not love.'
"No! New Spain is mine! She is my Sister! Spain, you cannot have her!" Puebla declared.
"Oh don't worry, Puebla, I am not going to take her away from you. In fact I am going to make her your new mommy," Spain declared.
Puebla's eyes darkened at what Spain had just told him. Spain was his father, then his eyes widen with a sudden realization, both he and Spain shared the same features. Then a question quickly formed in his mind.
"Then, tell me, father, who is my mother?" Puebla asked in defiance.
"You are not Aztec's child that's for sure," Spain answered which he quickly regretted.
"What do you mean by he is not, Aztec's son? I saw my mother give birth to him!" New Spain demanded.
"That's because the Aztec Empire is you, New Spain, or at least she was you. It appears I have said too much," Spain smirked looking at all the shocked faces that stared back at him.
Belgium clapped her hands together getting everyone else's attention. She had a smile on her face and looked pleased with the couple.
"Well, I think I'll go call France and see if he will arrange a marvelous wedding for the two of you! Anyways, when do you plan on getting married?" Belgium asked.
"I believe right after America becomes independent," Spain replied.
"That sounds like a great idea!" Belgium cheered.
"I don't like that idea! Aren't you just rushing things over so that you don't lose your hold on your colony, Spain?" Netherlands asked.
"Of course not! I love New Spain, and New Spain loves me, don't you sweetie?" Spain asked the girl in his arms.
"Yeah, I do," New Spain replied sweetly.
End Flashback.
New Spain was in the kitchen cleaning up a mess that Argentina had made. New Spain sang as she cleaned around, but she only did this when she knew no one was around. Everyone, except for Rio de Oro he was outside fixing Bull's gate, everyone else had left for Sunday church. Both New Spain and Rio de Oro attended church earlier in the morning.
"Ay, ay, ay, ay,
Canta y no llores,
Porque cantando se alegran,
Cielito lindo, los corazones,"New Spain sang as she cleaned the counter tops. New Spain's lovely
voice resounded throughout the entire house.
"De la sierra, morena
cielito lindo vienen bajando
un par de ojitos negros
cielito lindo de contra-" Bang-Bang!
New Spain jumped up letting go of the towel she had been using to clean up the countertops and ran out to answer the door. Another lound bang came from the front door, whoever it was, must not live with Spain and was also very upset. New Spain now stood at in front of the enormous door. She undid the lock, turned the knob and pushed the door open, hitting someone in the process.
"Bloody hell!" the man who got hit shouted.
New Spain quickly knelt down in front of the man she had accidentally hit a few seconds ago. Concern written all over her face, the man took one look at her and remained there petrified, by her beauty.
"Are you all right? I am so sorry I didn't mean to hit you," New Spain apologized.
"No that is quite all right, hehhehheh you know it takes more than just a door in the face to hurt us. My name is England by the way, what's yours?" England asked.
"New Spain, it's a pleasure to see you again, England," New Spain responded sweetly. She got up offering her hand to help him up, England hesitated before taking it. He was rather surprised by such a strong grip that New Spain had.
As soon as England was back up, New Spain directed her attention at the other four people that were present. One had fiery red hair, and didn't seem at all too happy to see her, he must have been Scotland, another looked rather beat up, and did not seem at all to please for that matter, his name must be Ireland, the guy right behind him had a sheep right next to him, Wales, and the last person she locked eyes with almost made New Spain cry, yes you guessed it, Canada was standing right there. New Spain couldn't breathe she almost felt as if her heart was about to fall out of her.
"-engaged?" Wales asked.
"Huh?" New Spain asked rather confused.
"I asked you if you were engaged," Wales sighed.
"Oh, um, yes pretty much," New Spain responded. Taking a quick look at her engagement ring, that seemed to stare back at her.
"Let me guess, you are marrying Spain?" Canada asked coldly.
New Spain looked up at him, with a fake smile on her face. She had to be strong and had to fight her urge to jump up and wrap her arms around him. And tell him how much Canada truly meant for her, she couldn't risk that chance.
"Yes I am getting married with Spain, and I couldn't be happier," New Spain said sarcastically.
"New Spain, he is not forcing you to do this?" Ireland asked.
"Of course not," New Spain denied.
"But you are only twelve years old, how can you possibly want this?" Scotland asked with interest.
"I think you should leave, as you can tell Spain is not here at the current moment," New Spain said gesturing at the road in front of her.
"Are you really in love with Spain?" England questioned her.
"As a matter a fact, England, no I am not in love with Spain! In fact I wish I was marrying someone else! I wish I was getting married with Canada instead!" New Spain confessed feeling rather frustrated. As soon as those worlds escaped her mouth she left the other nations in shock and took this as an advantage to lock the door in front of her. Then she ran to the kitchen room and locks that door as well. When she finally calmed down she sank to her knees and didn't even release what she had just said. Now Canada knew that even after all those years apart she had not even once stopped thinking about him.
Meanwhile the other five nations stood outside the door frozen in place unable to move from that spot. Scotland was the first to move and walk over to Canada to tease his hair.
"And you were worried that New Spain had forgotten completely about you," Scotland teased.
"Sh-she loves m-me?" Canada asked in astonishment.
"It appears so, too bad there is nothing you can do about it," Ireland sighed.
"What do you mean by that?" Scotland asked.
"Scotland, she belongs to Spain, rather we like it or not," Wales responded heading home.
"Where are you going?" England asked.
"Isn't it obious I am going home, Spain isn't here so what's the point in staying. Besides I highly doubt that New Spain will be opening the door," Wales reasoned.
"I guess you're right, common guys lets go home, we can come back later when Spain's here," England ordered, "hey did you guys just see that?"
"See what?" Ireland asked. He quickly turned around to look at what England had just witnessed.
"Who is that?" Canada asked as a man with green hair seemed to approach them.
"I don't know but my knees feel rather weak," England replied.
The other nations also felt rather weak at the stranger's approach they all knew that he wasn't a nation, so what was he. Once he was right in front of them they had all fallen to the ground and were staring up at him. He had pasty white skin, green wavy hair and there seemed to be feathers, he also had blood red eyes.
"Why are you lying down on the floor? Is it your nap time?" the stranger replied.
"Of course not you git! For some strange reason when you got here all of our energy seemed to be drained out of us. Besides who on earth are you, you are not a nation are you?" England asked from the floor.
"What are you talking about Canada seemed rather fine," he said point Canada out who was still standing, "and yes I am not a nation, I am a god. My name is Quetzalcoatl, the Aztec feathered serpent god. Oh right I don't think your rather confortable laying on the floor like that, if I leave you like this any longer your more than likely die. I apologize ahead of time for this."
"What are you talk-"England quickly got interrupted as some of Quetzalcoatl's spit hit him directly in the face.
He then did the same with Ireland, Scotland and Wales. They quickly regained their energy and could get back up.
"What are you doing here?" Ireland asked.
"Well I am here to see my precious Aztec Empire," Quetzalcoatl replied.
"I hate to break it to you but Aztec is dead, Spain killed her," England lamented.
"What are you talking about, New Spain is Aztec. Didn't Spain tell you?" Quetzalcoatl asked in amazement.
"How is that even possible?" England asked.
"Well, you see once I left Aztec she was still too young and needed someone to watch over her. So I decided that she would be raised by a woman and pretend that she was Aztec Empire. New Spain was too young to understand the change, of women who claimed to be the Aztec Empire, since they would only serve up until they were twenty five. That's why New Spain, doesn't even realize that she is the once powerful Aztec Empire," Quetzalcoatl answered.
"Then who are New Spain's real mother and father? Since she cannot just give birth to herself," Wales asked.
"New Spain's real mother is the Olmec Empire, while her father is El Dorado. However in my opinion her father was Atlantis, oh how he adored New Spain," Quetzalcoatl sighed.
"EL DORADO IS NEW SPAIN'S FATHER!" England shouted.
"Yes, El Dorado is New Spain's father; why else do you think she had so much gold when Spain found her?" Quetzalcoatl asked.
"Where is he?" England asked feeling rather exited.
"Oh, he's dead, all of Olmec's children killed him a long time ago, and took his gold with them," Quetzalcoatl replied.
They all left feeling rather confused with what Quetzalcoatl had just told them both New Spain and Aztec was the same person. Then how come New Spain couldn't even remember and how come every time she talked about her past self she would always say Mama Aztec and not 'I'? So many questions so little answers.
Mexicoaph: I know what you people must be thinking what the f+$ is going on here! You thought that Aztec and Maya were New Spain's parents well you thought wrong. Don't worry it will explain it's self in later chapters? The Suspense is killing even me!