[Do I really need to put another] Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, nor the character design of Mexico.
Hiiiii. So here's chapter two. This was a rather quick update, so don't get your hopes up that it's always going to be like that. It will take from one day to a week for me to post new chapters. I'm a full-time student in college and I'm in several clubs, so bear with me!
I realized the link from which Mexico is based after didn't work as I hoped earlier. Heh. Sorry. Here [just remove all the spaces] nadiezda . deviantart gallery/ 23735878#/ d2zcyyg
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Edit: I've made some edits since the original post.
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Amelia was at the edge of her seat, she glanced back at the meeting schedule that Germany had created again. He was wrapping up his discussion on what the next meeting was to entail, and that was the last thing on the agenda. Luckily for her, questions and comments had dwindled down since the topics weren't as important.
"And that commences this meeting for today." Ludwig uttered the sentence Amelia had been dying to hear all freaking day!
She quickly pushed off her seat, and with a happy grin on her face ready to take off. She was starving! To her dismay she felt a hand grabbed her elbow stopping her, Amelia sighed. Today was not her day.
She turned around and smiled, "Yessum~?"
"Amelia. Are you feeling alright? I didn't hear a single word out of you all day? Especially after that little, er, spat with France." Arthur asked concerned.
Amelia smiled, Arthur could be really kind to her when he wanted to be. She especially loved it when he paid attention to her, it was moments like this she didn't mind postponing lunch for a little bit.
He continued, "Honestly. There must be something wrong if you haven't gone off yammering about something crazy and utterly ridiculous." And out flew that nice moment.
She pulled her arm from his grasp pouting, "I don't go 'yammering' out crazy things! All my ideas are awesome and perfect!" Amelia mocked him with a horrible impression of his accent.
He scowled not liking how she constantly mocked him, "I'd hardly call your ideas 'perfect,' more of a disaster waiting to happen if you ask me."
Amelia wasn't interested in a half-assed argument with Arthur, all she wanted was to eat. She was starving, and quite frankly she was getting a little cranky. If this didn't come to an end soon, someone was getting a bat to the head.
Francis crept up from behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He rested his head on her shoulder and even though Amelia couldn't see it, she knew he was giving Arthur a smug look. While in any other case she would've enjoyed this moment if it meant making England uncomfortable and maybe even jealous, food was still her top priority.
"Now, now Arthur. You shouldn't scold such a beautiful young lady. No matter how terrible her taste in food is." Francis muttered the last part under his breath.
"You perverted old prude! Keep your hands to yourself" Arthur yelled at the Frenchman rubbed his cheek affectionately against the side of Amelia's head.
"Mon amour, does not mind!" Francis countered. While Amelia couldn't care less of the action, as she was used to France, this triggered England causing another argument. Once again.
Amelia had once again caused a fight between the two, but this time she didn't care and wasn't really paying them much attention to them. She was still reminiscing about what France has previously said, "food." Not to mention food from her country, which mind you is delicious! He could go shove off for all she cared, she loved it! But unfortunately it reminded her how hungry she was, and a hot dog from back home sounded so freaking good right now! She hadn't eaten since earlier in the morning, which felt like days ago. She knew she was gonna die if she didn't eat soon.
"Francissssss." she whined softly, completely cutting off whatever comeback Arthur was about to say, "Take me out to eat, I'm starvingggg." She made it a point to wrap her arms around his hugging him closer to her. Hey she was girl, and she could use it to her advantage! Francis was always persistent, might as get something out of it.
"But of course, mon ami! We can go back into my room, I can cook us something special." he said in a suggestive manner, whispering the last word huskily in her ear.
Before Amelia could happily agree completely unaware of his other intentions, how could she argue with free French food, Arthur grabbed her by her wrist pulling he out of Francis' grasp, "There's no way in hell I'm leaving you alone with that perverted frog. If you're so hungry, I'd be happy to make you something to eat."
Amelia looked at him with a blank face, "I'd rather starve to death."
Arthur looked crestfallen, "W-what's wrong with my cooking?" He paused reassuring himself mentally, "….Nothing is, now don't act like a spoiled brat!"
Francis scoffed pushing his way in front of Amelia, "No one would want that garbage you claim as food. I wouldn't even feed it to a dog!"
"W-what did you say, you bastard?" Arthur yelled back defensively.
America sighed dramatically and sat down a few chairs away from their arguing, though it was a long shot, if she waited a little while maybe they'd stop so she could finally eat.
"¿Que haces¹?" she heard a voice behind her.
She swiveled her chair around and looked at the man standing in front of her, "What?" She hated when he spoke Spanish, she didn't feel like bothering translating either. Even though it was a simple phrase.
"¡Ah, Perdon!² What are you doing?" he asked again.
Amelia pouted, "I'm just waiting for Arthur and Francis to stop their love spat so I can eat."
"Tienes hambre?³ Si quieres⁴, I have some leftover churros if you want some. Though I don't think they'll fill you up." Spain replied cheerfully.
Amelia smiled brightly at him, "Yessss! I'd love some!" At this point anything would do, maybe it could hold her off enough to get some more filling food.
Antonia handed two churros over to her, and she happily started munching on them. "Thanks a bunch, Antonio!" she said her mouth full of food.
"¡No problema!⁵ I need to get going. Adios, Amelia." Antonio replied. He waved good bye as he stepped out of the room.
Amelia waved back, and quickly finished her churros. While they were delicious they didn't really fill her up….at all. Her stomach grumbled and she pouted. She felt even hungrier.
Amelia looked over at Frances and Arthur, they were still arguing. At this rate she'd never get to eat. Deciding to give up on the lost cause, she snuck around them and out of the conference room. She looked around, hoping to spot someone who could possibly feed her.
Where were the Italy brothers when you actually need them?
She scanned the crowd of people, countries mixed with ordinary people she eventually spotted someone. Hew as about to leave the hotel. Yes. He'd eat with her! She ran after him, hoping to catch him before he could get out of her reach, "Mattieeeee!"
Matthew turned around surprised to hear his sister calling him, "Eh?"
She caught up to him in no time, "Mattie! Let's have lunch together!" Yes. Her brother couldn't say no to her, he was a sucker for her pout.
"Oh...um….I guess..." Matthew started but was cut off by someone with a heavy accent behind him. He mentally sighed, no one seemed to value what he had to say.
"Na uh. I'm not gonna eat with you, maldita crea." Cuba stepped out of the elevator and walked over to the siblings.
She had always had it out for Amelia. Amelia didn't know what her big deal was. "What did you just call me?" Amelia asked, she really wasn't in the mood to fight, but she gonna let Cuba walk all over her!
"I don't wanna see your fat ass devouring everything in sight. We're gonna eat, I don't wanna lose my appetite." Cuba barked.
Amelia's eyebrow twitched, "You did not just call me fat."
Sensing things were getting out of hand, Canada stepped in between the two. He laughed nervously, "A-Amelia. Maybe you can find someone else to have lunch with? I already promised Cuba."
Amelia frowned, he was choosing Cuba over her. This was a great hit on her pride, if she couldn't rely on her brother than who could she?!
"We can have lunch another time! Promise." he added quickly, he didn't like seeing her sister upset.
Amelia wasn't in the mood for this. Feeling dejected, she muttered, "Whatever." Turned on her heels and marched over to the hotel bar.
Once there, she headed for the first empty bar stool she saw. She took a seat and slammed her head against the table, frustrated. She hated to admit that her brother choosing someone else over her, made her feel upset. Her stomach hurt, she wasn't even sure if she could eat anymore.
Who was she kidding, she was starving.
"What are you doing?" she heard someone ask.
"Wallowing in self-pity. Plus I think I'm dying of starvation." she gave a half-assed response, not even bothering lifting her head up from the table.
She didn't get a response. She figured whoever it was lost interest in what she had to say.
She heard a sigh, "No me gusta verte asi. Toma.⁶"
Amelia realized she recognized that voice. She sat up and looked at Mexico, he was handing her something. "Oh, it's you!"
"Yes, yes. Now are you gonna take it or not?" he said waving around a gordita.
Amelia could squeal from happiness, that is, if she wasn't so hungry. She took it from his hands and ate the whole thing. She smiled, it was soooo good. Mexican food was definitely one of her favorites! It wasn't a rare thing for her to visit Southern California for a quick bite!
"Yummy! Eduardo, do you have...?" she asked, but before she could finish her sentence he pulled out another gordita.
She looked at him happily, and she tried to grab it but he pulled it back out of her reach. She gave him the biggest pout she could muster.
"Hold on. ¿Primero, que dices?⁷" he asked her in his native language. Maybe they didn't get along all the time, but Eduardo was a playful person by nature. It was rare for her to see him act like this.
Amelia pouted, "Mexico, just gimmeeeeeee."
"No. No entiendo.⁸" he said unable to keep himself from grinning.
Amelia huffed half heartily and replied stressing every syllable, "Damelo por favor.⁹ Now fooodddd." She would never admit it, but only Mexico could get her to speak Spanish. It wasn't like she didn't know it, half of Californians were fluent in Spanish! She just didn't bother trying.
He gave her a pleased smirk, handing her the last of his gorditas. She happily ate the meal he had given her, though she didn't think she would ever tell him how much she loved his food.
After finishing up, she felt satisfied and full. Amelia took this time to look over at Eduardo. She examined him carefully, why was he being so nice to her right now? Usually he'd ignore her. She couldn't remember the last time he smiled around her.
"What?" he asked noticing her gaze.
She thought of her words carefully before speaking, "Are you like drunk?" She made a gesture to an empty bottle of tequila on his other side.
He glared at her, "No. I can hold my own damn alcohol."
Well maybe not drunk, he was starting to act like his normal cranky self. "Jeez. Calm down, I was just wondering. You're never this nice to me…for no reason at least" she trailed off. She wanted to smack herself, here they were finally having a civil interaction in who knows how long and she probably already ticking him off.
Eduardo looked away from her glaring at his glass, "You were hungry. And I'm not an asshole."
She rolled her eyes, "I didn't say you were an asshole. I was just wondering what your deal is. Like how you never laugh at the hilarious stuff I do during meetings." she thought back during the meeting today, and continued, "...And it's not like you ever try to talk to me."
"That's because we're in a meeting. We're there to act professionally, not mess around." he stated in a slightly angry tone.
She wondered if he was mad at her. Amelia thought carefully about this, trying to figure out what he was thinking. Maybe it was because she was superpower, and he was still stuck as a third world country. She figured he was upset that even though he worked so hard to change that he still hadn't made as much progress as she had, and goofing off probably didn't make him feel any better about it.
Hey, she may act clueless at times but she wan't! She could be deductive, and she definitely wasn't a bitch herself! Well, not all of the time. She didn't say this often, he'd damn well better appreciate it! Amelia puffed her cheeks out, "…..sorry."
He turned and looked at her surprised, his eyes wide. Was it really so hard to believe she could apologize? "¿Q-que?" he asked in disbelief.
"Hey you stupid taco eater, you heard me. I'm not saying it again." she sputtered quickly. She hated when people made her embarrassed, she prayed that her cheeks weren't turning red.
He looked a loss for words, Amelia suddenly feeling uncomfortable under his gaze looked at the counter. "Uhhh, I..." he started but someone across the room called out his name. Amelia and Eduardo turned around and looked.
"Eduardo! There you are, we've been looking for you!" a cheery voice called. Spain waved at him enthusiastically gesturing him to go over.
Eduardo groaned audibly and turned back towards the counter. He was hoping that maybe if he ignored him, he'd just go away.
"Yo. I think your Dad is calling you." Amelia stated the obvious. She noticed Antonio making there way to them. Amelia liked Spain, he was cheerful and funny! Plus he fed her today! She thought maybe it was because early in her life he had colonized her like England had.
Eduardo turned to her quickly an angry scowl on his face, "He is not my father." Okay, she thought, Spain seemed to be a touchy topic for him. Well, that's to be expected she mused.
"Ah~ Hola, America! It's nice to see you again!" Spain greeted her.
She smiled, "Hiya Spain, thanks for the churros again. They were uber yummy!"
Antonio gave her a polite smile, but he wasn't really sure what 'uber' meant. "Eduardo, the other Latin countries and I were going to have a small meeting! ¿Quieres venir?¹⁰"
Eduardo stood up to the bar stool, grabbed Amelia wrist and started pulling her away. She was extremely confused as they started leaving Antonio behind. Eduardo stopped for a moment, "No gracias.¹¹ I already promised Amelia I'd help her with something." And then they continued on their way. Amelia looked back at Antonio's face, she could clearly see his disappointed look
Eduardo pulled Amelia into the elevator, "What floor are you on?" He asked as the doors closed, he let out a sigh of relief when the elevator started moving.
She paused for a moment, "….67th floor." Trying to digest what happened, what exactly was he helping her with again?
He pressed the button then walked the back of the elevator, leaning against the wall. Amelia sighed, he could be so weird sometimes. A few moments of silence later, the elevator stopped at her floor. The silence was killing her but he didn't really seem to want to talk. Especially not about what had occurred between Spain and him. Amelia tried to think back at the times those two ever interacted, now that she thought about it. This was probably how they always were...
After stepping out of the elevator, she led the way to her room and stopped in front of her door, "This is my room…" She turned and looked at him, putting on a small smile. She didn't want him to think she was unappreciative, "Thanks for the food, Eduardo."
He simply nodded his head. Amelia turned around and quickly opened her door, she wish there was more to say but really there wasn't. She pushed the door open and pocketed her key. She was starting to think that she and Eduardo would never really get along.
"I'm sorry." he blurted out. What was he sorry about? Well he supposed he was sorry for a lot of things, not just about the embarrassing situation between him and Spain. But for a lot of things.
She turned to him delightfully surprised, he looked away embarrassed. She giggled softly not able to keep the smile off her face, "Nice try, but I don't accept your apology. Not yet at least. Good night, Eduardo." She wasn't letting him off that easily.
He looked at her and much to his dismay he smiled back, "Buenas noches, Amelia."
She walked in her room and closed the door behind her, well that was a surprisingly nice feeling. She shook her head as she walked to her bed. The incident between Spain and Mexico was still fresh in her mind, and she did not like what she witnessed! She wished she could help.
Translations:
1."¿Que haces?" - "What are you doing?"
2."¡Ah, Perdon!" - "I'm sorry" or "Forgive me"
3. "Tienes hambre" - "You are hungry"
4. "Si quieres,..." - "If you want..."
5. "¡No problema!" - "No problem" or "It was nothing"
6. "No me gusta verte asi. Toma." - "I don't like to see you like this. Here."
7. "¿Primero, que dices?" - "First, what do you say?"
8. "No entinedo." - "I don't understand."
9. "Damelo por favor." - "Give it to me, please."
10. "¿Quieres venir?" - "Do you want to come?"
11. "No gracias." - "No thanks."
Haha. I'm so lazy with translations. I hope I got them all. XP;; But if you notice my Spanish is wrong let me know, I'm not the best when it comes to grammar!/1st language is English
I hoped you enjoyed. I'm currently working on the next chapter, hopefully I can post it within the next few days.
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