New Spain glared at the ring on her finger. Not because the thing was ugly but because it looked extremely expensive no doubt it was bought with gold from her home. She stared at herself in the mirror in front of her; she was standing on a stool and wearing a wedding dressed that was way too big for her around her mid-section and a little too tight on the top.
"Damn! I wish I had known your exact sizes! But now Spain wouldn't let me touch his fiancé!" France huffed as he did some adjustments to the dress.
"My little sister looks very lovely! France, can't you do something about her chest?" Cuba asked gesturing at the dress.
"Eh? Why I love this part, I shows how grown up New Spain is," France complained gesturing at New Spain's chest.
"THAT'S MY BABY SISTER YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!" Cuba fumed.
"I don't care just get your tailoring over with, France, so that I can get out of this stupid dress," New Spain sighed.
"Well, well, someone doesn't seem so excited about her own wedding. Mind if I ask why?" France teased.
"Oh stuff it! It has nothing to do with you!" New Spain fumed.
"As a matter a fact it does. I am the one who is making your dress, the one who is catering the whole entire wedding so tell me. What is going on inside your pretty little head," France ordered.
New Spain clutched the necklace around her neck; she looked lovingly at the red moon shaped object on her hand. Then she looked straight back up into France's eyes that seemed to remind her of Canada. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly before saying.
"I guess I am just nervous," New Spain lied.
"Don't be, New Spain, there is nothing to be nervous about," France assured her.
"How can I not be nervous? I am marring the man of my dreams, and besides what happens in a honeymoon?" New Spain asked.
'More like the man of my nightmares,' New Spain thought.
Both Cuba and France started at New Spain. They knew she was innocent, but they didn't know she was that innocent.
"During your honeymoon, both you and Spain will try to make a baby nation, but in your case a colony," Cuba explained.
"So you mean we are going to have sex?" New Spain asked.
"Yes, you are going to be doing exactly that," Cuba sighed with relief, since he didn't have to explain where babies came from.
"I have another question," New Spain wondered.
"What is it, New Spain?" France asked, noticing Cuba felt rather uncomfortable.
"What's sex like?" New Spain asked.
France continued to poke needles into the fabric of New Spain's dress until he managed to find her curves.
"I am going to lie to you, New Spain; your first time will hurt. After Spain's first thrust it will start to feel pleasant. Once the sex is over and Spain pulls out of you, don't get scared when you see blood it's only natural," France explained.
"Will I bleed every time I have sex?" New Spain desperately asked.
"Hon-hon-hon, no, New Spain, you will only bleed just that one time. The next time there will be no blood I promise," France assured her.
"Oh okay, so I have nothing to worry about," New Spain cheered.
France began to slip the dress off of New Spain; Cuba quickly threw New Spain's uniform over her head quickly.
"Common, New Spain, let's leave France alone and help Romano cook dinner and don't forget both you and Spain have an appointment with the Holy Roman Empire," Cuba reminded as he helped his little sister get dressed. He turned her around and tied her bow for her, and then he held her tiny waist and helped her down.
Suddenly the door burst open in which four women stepped in. New Spain recognized two of the female nations before her, but not the other two.
"Hello, Belgium, Hungry, I am afraid you missed my little sister's measurements," Cuba said gesturing to his sister.
"See she is becoming one with her Big Brother Spain, why can't I, Ukraine?" a girl who appeared to be around seventeen years old.
"I already explained this to you, Belarus, Spain and New Spain are not blood related, but both you and Brother Russia are," Ukraine sighed.
"Who cares? They are still brother and sister!" Belarus complained.
"Have you two forgotten why we are here?" Hungry asked.
"Hungry is right, we are here to get New Spain ready for her date with Spain," Belgium added.
Before New Spain had a chance to protest the women had kicked both men out of the room and were getting her all dolled up. As soon as they were done and New Spain looked in front of the mirror; however, the young woman staring back at her was someone she did not recognized. The woman in the mirror looked just as surprised as she felt; she looked at her ruby lips, she placed a hand over her lips they were softer than a rose petal, her hazelnut eyes, soft rosy cheeks, she slowly felt her gentle curves that were easily shown in this fern green dress she had on.
"You look amazing, New Spain," Cuba complemented.
"What are you doing here?" New Spain shrieked.
"Spain, sent me to come get you," Cuba explained.
Five minutes after making such a big fuss over how wonderful New Spain looked. She was rushed down stairs, where Spain was waiting for her. He was looking over something inside a black leathered book.
"Spain, I am here, what is it you want?" New Spain asked standing right in front of Spain.
She had her hands cocked on both sides of her waist. Spain was left speechless with what was presented to him. There wasn't even one fragment of the messy little girl he knew left in this lovely young woman before him.
"W-we h-have t-to g-go a-and se-see, H-holy Ro-roman Em-empire o-or h-have yu-you f-forgotten, D-dear?" Spain stuttered.
"Of course I haven't forgotten," New Spain fumed, "how can I forget when you keep nagging me about it constantly?"
"Cielo, you look beautiful, when you're angry," Spain teased.
"Oh! Fuck you, Spain!" New Spain shouted.
"Yes, Amor, but after the wedding," Spain teased getting off the sofa and giving New Spain a passionate kiss right before engulfing her in his arms.
New Spain was red as a tomato from both embarrassment and anger.
"Will you look this delicious during our honeymoon?" Spain asked tenderly biting one of New Spain's cheeks.
"Get off me!" New Spain ordered pushing Spain away from her.
"Spain, shouldn't you two be going. You know how much Holy Roman Empire hates people being late. By the way, New Spain, I almost forgot to make you wear this reboso," Belgium said giving New Spain a black reboso that looked nice with her dress.
Spain took New Spain's hand in his and left with her. Fifteen minutes later they were already off; New Spain tried to sit herself as far away from Spain as was physically possible without causing him any suspicion. However once Spain figured out what she was trying to do he pulled her in his arms.
"Nueva España, don't forget you and I are going to be a lot closer during our honeymoon and in our wedding bed," Spain reminded his fiancé before kissing her.
"P-por f-favor n-no m-me a-agás daño, (P-please d-don't h-hurt m-me,)" New Spain begged in the brink of tears.
"I love you way too much to hurt you, now come dry your eyes or else Holy Roman Empire won't think you love me," Spain sweetly said.
But to New Spain it was the same as if her were telling her that he was going to kill her. She quickly muffled her sobs and rested her head on Spain's lap and allowed sleep to take its course.