Here they were about to make their grand entrance. As soon as they entered they were greeted by cheering. New Spain scanned the whole entire room, searching for him. Then she saw him leaning up against the wall. Oh, how it made her heart ache. He was in the same room as her but he may as well have been in another planet. Spain snapped her back to reality. He spun her towards him, in order to dance their first dance as a married couple. They danced a Bolero; New Spain followed Spain's lead. Although she hated having to admit it, but he was an excellent dancer the way they moved almost made her feel like she was flying. Spain smiled sweetly at his wife, and New Spain couldn't help but grin. Then the song ended allowing other nations to dance with the couple. France was the first person she danced with after Spain. Their dancing made New Spain uneasy; France kept squeezing New Spain's ass. The song couldn't end any sooner. Next was England he seemed to be lost in his own little world. The one person that could rival Spain's dancing was… Austria.
He walked over behind New Spain, he tapped her naked shoulder. Austria bowled before New Spain.
"May I have this dance?" Austria asked with elegance.
New Spain was caught completely off guard by his sophistication and only blushed.
"You may," New Spain said after recovering her composure. Austria gently took her away from England's hands. He spun her away keeping her hand in his and once they were almost far away from each other he pulled her back. He was now behind her, she followed his lead. He spun her once more and now they were face to face. While they danced she heard other countries comment.
"Would you look at that… it almost looks like Austria and New Spain just got married!" amazed Belgium.
"What are you talking about?" asked Romano.
"Well, just have a look," Belgium smirked.
Romano turned and noticed that Belgium was saying the truth. Damn it, where was Spain?! He scanned the room and found him dancing with Argentina. He was too busy with his little sister that he didn't notice.
"Ukraine, I thought that New Spain, was now married to Spain?" asked Belarus.
"She is, Sister Belarus," sighed Ukraine.
"Then why is she making butterfly eyes at Austria?" asked Belarus.
"SHE IS WHAT?! HOW DARE THAT BITCH!" roared Hungary.
Hungry quickly stormed towards New Spain.
"Now you've done it," sighed Ukraine.
"Done what? Tell me, Sister," demanded Belarus.
"You'll see," assured Ukraine.
As soon as Ukraine uttered those words Hungary was already yanking New Spain.
"KURVA! KURVA! KURVA! KURVA!" Hungary shouted over and over again as she yanked New Spain's hair.
"Aye! Let go! You're hurting me!" cried New Spain.
"Hungary, let her go!" ordered Austria.
"DO YOU LIKE THIS KURVA!" raged Hungary.
"No," sighed Austria.
"DO NOT TRY TO LIE TO ME! EVERYONE SAW HOW YOU BOTH LOOKED AT EACHOTHER!" roared Hungary.
"What is a 'kurva'?" asked New Spain.
"IT MEANS WHORE! AND THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE! KURVA!" raged Hungary.
"WHORE?!" shrieked New Spain at hearing that word.
"PUTA, LA MAS VIEJA DE TU CASA! QUE MAS ME FALTABA, QUE ME FALTEN RESPECTO EN EL DIA DE MI BODA! (THE OLDEST WOMAN IN YOUR HOUSE IS A WHORE! JUST WHAT I NEEDED, FOR SOMEONE TO INSULT ME ON THE DAY OF MY WEDDING!)" raged New Spain.
New Spain punched Hungary in the gut, causing Hungary to let go of her hair. New Spain screeched and tackled Hungary down. New Spain pinned Hungary down smacking and scratching every chance she could. Hungary eventually flipped them over and was now pulling New Spain by the hair, and throwing New Spain to the nearest table. New Spain felt broken glass right underneath her, she quickly snatched it up. New Spain had a cold smile on her face as she walked back to the fight.
Puebla looked up from where he was standing. He only watched in amazement at someone that he once knew.
"M…mama (M…mom,)," murmured Puebla.
New Spain was about to ram the piece of shattered glass into Hungary when she suddenly felt someone's warm embrace. She growled and tried to shake herself free; however, the arms that held onto her were persistent. He leaned over to her left ear.
"Ch't'aime, New Spain," he whispered.
New Spain dropped the piece of glass from her hand. She cried and slowly placed her hands on Canada's arms.