New Spain mind kept on thinking about Canada. She loved him, she really did, but now she felt as if she was not worthy of his affection. Otiro had done for her something that she truly appreciated, but at the same time it tormented her. New Spain had laughed with Otiro after he had told her what he had done to Spain. Although that joy was short lived after Romano came looking for her, Otiro always had a tendency of disappearing right before anyone else would arrive.
"New Spain, Spain is hurt and he wants you at his side," Romano ordered.
"What happened, how badly hurt is he?" New Spain asked feigning concern.
"It looks as if someone attacked him during his siesta," Romano cried.
"Oh no, poor thing," New Spain gasped.
"Well, common we cannot just stay here, Spain needs you," Romano urged.
Five minutes later they were both in Spain's bedroom. New Spain looked Spain over and he looked a thousand times worst that she imagined. He had a broken nose, cut lips, one of his eyes were swollen, and he had scratches almost everywhere save for both his neck and face. New Spain quickly walked toward him and noticed how broken his left leg and right arm were.
"Spain, what happened to you?" New Spain asked faking anxiety.
"Nothing, Amor, just some idiot attacked me in my sleep. I felt so scared all I could think about was you. I thought he was planning on taking you away from me, Amor, where were you?" Spain asked.
"I was outside in the gardens, Spain. Cariño, shouldn't we be more worried about your wounds? Common I'll mend you up," New Spain offered.
"That's my fiancé always worrying about me. That is why I chose her for a wife," Spain gloated.
"Spain, don't gloat, its rude," New Spain warned.
Spain gave her a goofy smile only to revel a bloody mouth. New Spain's eyes laughed at the injured Spain, but while her features showed only concern for her "lover". New Spain quickly walked over to Spain and kissed his forehead.
"Why don't you kiss me here?" Spain asked touching his lips with his uninjured hand.
"Oh, alright," New Spain sighed and giving Spain a quick peck. It appeared as though Spain wanted more than just a small childish kiss, because he began to wrap his left hand around New Spain's head in order to deepen the kiss. New Spain quickly pressed her hand on Spain's ribs causing him to release her.
"Uf, that hurt, Amor," Spain wined.
"Cariño, I am going to go and get some medical supplies to heal you back up. No me tardo," New Spain assured.
"I'll be waiting, Amor," Spain sighed.
New Spain walked out the door and closed it behind her. She then ran to where Spain kept all of the Medical supplies. She took rubbing alcohol, cotton absorbents, splinters and bandages. She rushed back to Spain's room and placed the supplies close to his bed. New Spain "gently" sat Spain up right, causing Spain to gasp in pain.
"I am sorry, Cariño, did i hurt you?" New Spain asked.
"No, that's okay," Spain lied.
"Oh, Romano, I need you to go and get me a bucket of luke warm water, and a glass of salt water if you don't mind," New Spain demanded.
"Why don't you go get them yourself?" Romano groaned.
"Romano, if you don't do as I say I will assure you that Spain will be the only one that got beat up today," New Spain growled in a voice that seemed to have come from the depths of hell itself.
Romano didn't ask questions but quickly ran away. New Spain huffed in frustration at Romano's arguing with her. Then she quickly turned her attention to Spain. New Spain quickly tore off Spain's sheets from his body and just as she had suspected he was completely naked under it. She sighed and before you could even say netequipacholli, she was done. She had been both nurse and gardener of Spain. She crawled under Spain's bed in order to find his underclothes. New Spain helped Spain get back inside them, and right before Romano opened the door she covered him again with the bed sheets.
"It's about time you got here," New Spain complained.
"I am sorry the water didn't heat up fast enough, you Chile-bastarda!" Romano argued.
"Give it here," New Spain sighed taking the pot away from him.
"Spain, this is going to hurt," New Spain warned dipping a cloth into the water and cleaning up Spain's scratch marks.
Spain winced in pain as New Spain roughly cleaned his cuts up. She then gave the pot back to Romano, and he unwillingly took it back outside. Right before Romano closed the door behind him New Spain called out to him.
"Romano, don't forget to bring me some salt water and another bucket so that Spain can spit it out," Spain reminded him.
Romano did say anything but just nodded his head. He hated being told what to do. After five minutes he returned with a glass of salt water and a bucket so that Spain could spit it back out. New Spain propped him straight up and placed the bucket between his knees.
"Spain, I need you to gargle with this and spit into this bucket, also don't take big sips," New Spain ordered.
Spain nodded his head up and down as he took painful nips from the glass. The pain of the salt touching his cut lips was unbearable, and it was even worst spitting it back out. This continued until the glass was empty.
"There all done," New Spain smiled, "we'll leave, and I think the others are more than likely hungry and wide awake by now."
"No, Amor, stay with me just a little while longer," Spain demanded.
"I don't know," New Spain complained.
"Please, Amor," Spain begged.
"Esta bien," New Spain sighed sitting down on a chair next to Spain's bed.
Romano left the room with both the glass and bucket filled with a mixture of salt-water and blood. He then took one quick look at the figure on the bed and the one on the chair. To his eyes they already looked like man and wife. For him the only times two people looked that way was after they had allowed their bodies to join into one, but he quickly pushed that thought to the side. There was no way Spain had already deflowered New Spain. Once Spain noticed Romano closed the door he looked up at New Spain, who seemed to be avoiding eye contact.
"New Spain, let me look at your eyes," Spain gently demanded.
"Why didn't you get to see plenty of them while you ravished me?" New Spain snapped. Although Spain couldn't see New Spain directly he knew that she was crying.
"Do you regret what we did, Amor?" Spain asked.
"I did not want you," New Spain murmured.
"Then tell me who you wanted," Spain ordered.
"I want the one I love," New Spain snarled.
"And who other than the man you are about to marry, can you love, Amor?" Spain asked.
"You know I have no choice in the matter," New Spain growled.
"If you didn't want to have sex so badly, why didn't you tell me? I would have waited, I love you, New Spain," Spain lamented.
"Spain, when I tried pushing you away, wasn't that proof enough? Or how about the tears that were in my eyes when you entered me? Although my body was saying 'yes take me' both my heart and soul were saying 'move, get out of me'. In fact as I do recall I told you to move, and not to continue with your sexual conquest on my body, but move as in get out of my vital regions," New Spain cried.
"But you also told me that you loved me," Spain argued.
"Yes, I did because I thought it would help you finish sooner," New Spain sobbed.
New Spain looked at Spain directly in the eyes. There Spain got all the answers to his questions that no matter how hard he would try New Spain would always be in love with Canada. Fortunately for him England now had control over Canada and therefore New Spain and Canada could never see each other ever again.
"Amor, come here let me dry your eyes," Spain sighed patting at the left side of his bed.
"Dry them? Goodness sake, Spain, you're the one that caused them!" New Spain snapped.
After eleven minutes of arguing New Spain got on the bed and allowed Spain to kiss the tears away. When nightfall finally arrived Spain refused to let New Spain leave his side. However as soon as Spain had fallen asleep New Spain snuck out of the room and gone to her own room that was right next to the kitchen. She locked the door behind her, and began to undress. Once more she was now only in a nightgown and climbed into bed and fell asleep.
New Spain and Canada's Dream world:
New Spain anxiously looked to both sides and relieved that she couldn't see Canada. Although she loved him she didn't want to see him right now. Especially knowing what she had done with someone else. The more she thought about what she had allowed Spain to do the more she wanted to wake up and take the necklace off. Unfortunately, it was too late for that she knew that she was already too deep in her sleep to wake up.
"New Spain, I am glad to see you," Canada shyly called out to her.
New Spain turned around to see Canada run down to her. It was more that she could take her heart was sinking to the pit of her stomach and she felt as if her soul was being torn apart. She sunk to her knees and began to cry. Canada quickened his pace so that he could ask New Spain what's wrong.
"New Spain, tears don't suit you," Canada cooed.
"I don't deserve you," New Spain cried.
"What do you mean?" Canada asked feeling rather scared.
"I am spoiled goods, Canada!" New Spain sobbed.
"Oh, Spain did you what France did to me," Canada sighed as he sat down next to New Spain. He pulled her into his arms and gently petted her hair.
"Canada, why do they hurt us so much?" New Spain sobbed.
Canada cupped New Spain's face and dried every tear as soon as it fell out of her eyes.
"They hurt us because we love each other so much," Canada sweetly stated.
"Canada, when you say things like that. All I can do is but feel, dirty, ashamed, and resentful. I resent the fact that my body became one with someone else," New Spain whimpered.
"I don't want your body, New Spain, I want everything else. Spain can have it for all I care, but both your heart and soul are mine," Canada argued.
Canada closed the spaces between them and kissed New Spain gently. They both felt their bodies' heat up and a tingly feeling speed throughout them until it reached their very core. When had the kisses become more wild and hungry, neither one cared. New Spain began to undo the night shirt that Canada had on, while, Canada's hands began to roam and feel every fiber of New Spain's body. Not one inch was left unexplored from each other's partner. Canada fidgeted over taking New Spain's nightgown off; while New Spain tried to take off Canada's bottom pajamas. Canada was now completely naked on top of New Spain and she was still completely clothed. New Spain looked Canada in the eye; she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him roughly.
"Don't worry, you won't hurt me," New Spain whispered. Then she quickly switched positions and was now on top of Canada.
New Spain began to leave a trail of kisses down Canada's body until she reached his already erect member. She then noticed precome begin to leak out of her lover, the smell was amazing to her nostrils and she grasped it. She first licked the tip clean, it tasted good. She wanted more, no she needed to have more she opened her mouth wide and licked around. Canada felt frozen from shock, and soon began to moan. He felt himself almost reach his end; his heart was palpitating until he felt his release in the caverns of New Spain's mouth. New Spain swallowed his load and sat up straight. She slowly began to undress, but her hand was stopped by Canada who swatted them away. New Spain quickly looked him in the eyes and raised her hands up allowing him to strip her of the only clothing she had on. Canada pulled her closer to him and kissed her lips. They once more flipped over and now she lay underneath him. His mouth never left hers, but his hands however roamed. They pinched her erect nipples tickled her stomach and finally touched her clitoris. His hands seemed to have found the exact rhythm that drove New Spain over the edge. After a few more minutes of feeling Canada's touch she came.
"Ay… Dios… mio...maah," New Spain moaned.
Canada began to position himself. He slowly began to enter New Spain's moist body. He felt her begin to suck him in. At one point New Spain had wrapped her legs around Canada's waist. Canada tried to hold very still something that he did not think was possible. New Spain began to moan, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and started to play with Canada's hair. Their bodies began to dance the forbidden dance. They danced to the music of their lover's cries of pleasure, never wanting it to end. They kissed and allowed their bodies to dance at a faster pace, feeling ecstasy. They knew that these weren't their bodies but their very souls. This existed them further and tried to prevent themselves from orgasm each determined to make their lover orgasm first. Finally New Spain's body yielded to Canada's and came, after that Canada also came. He pulled out and rolled beside her, he panted finally realizing his need for air.