Okay no more disclaimers. uwu;; We all get it now, I hope.
I'm so glad to see some of you have returned and stick by me, I'm also glad you all liked the last chapter. I hope I can keep pleasing you guys! C:
Sorry for kind of a long wait. I went San Diego Comic-Con, which was super fun and filled with interesting people! And then I got lazy…./dies.
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Eduardo opened his eyes slowly, trying to remember exactly what happened last night. In his sleepy state he managed to remember he had not in fact been drinking. Though he really didn't have any interest in getting up, he was rather comfortable. He couldn't remember the last time he slept so peacefully. He closed his eyes, maybe a little more sleep wouldn't hurt.
He couldn't stop wracking his brain though. Suddenly he got a headache. That's right, he was at Amelia's house, he must of passed out. And the sunlight was a hint that it was already morning. He did noticed Amelia placed a blanket on him….and provided him with a pillow, albeit lumpy, but still nice.
He heard a tired groan, had Amelia woken up. It was such a nice moment and her cheery ass voice was going to ruin it.
"Eduardo, I'm not your teddy bear. Get off." he heard Amelia's muffled voice.
He flushed slightly, while he was lying on the inside of the couch he was using Amelia's stomach as a makeshift pillow. He immediately sat up and scrambled towards the other side couch.
"Amelia, do you realize how inappropriate this is. ¡¿No es respeto de sí mismo?!¹" he sputtered.
Her face was covered by a pillow, but he could feel her roll her eyes. "It's not like we did anything." her voice still muffled. She couldn't understand why he was overreacting it was an innocent accident.
He sighed heavily, "That's not the point!"
Amelia took the pillow off her face and threw it at him, "I don't care. I'm sleepy. You shush now." She curled up against the couch, finding a comfortable spot.
Eduardo was ready to give her a heavy lecture about how inappropriate the situation was, but he stopped when he saw her shallow breathing. He'd let her rest for a bit, he had to use the bathroom anyhow.
After splashing his face with water, and fully waking up. He headed back over towards the living room, and watched as Amelia was still fast asleep. He sighed there was no hope with teaching this girl manners.
He figured she'd probably wake up hungry and whine and complain about it. Eduardo thought about it, he'd guess he'd make her breakfast. He smiled to himself, he could already picture how excited and happy she would be. He shook his head. He was only doing this because he didn't want to eat the crap she'd probably serve him.
He glanced over at her, before shaking his head again. He walked over to the kitchen, looking over what ingredients he had to work with. He smiled, yeah she was going to like this a lot.
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Amelia twisted around, she could smell food. Her stomach grumbled from hunger and she opened her eyes. She sat up looking around, not seeing Eduardo anywhere. "What is he up too…?" she asked herself, smelling the cooking. She grinned widely realizing he was making her something, knowing him it was probably incredibly delicious!
She scrambled from the couch and headed straight for her kitchen, to her delight the smell intensified the closer she got. She leaned over the counter excitedly looking at the back of Eduardo's head, "So what cha make me?!"
He turned back around looking at her, trying his best not to smile, "I'm almost done. ¡Ahora ve a prepararse!²"
She glared at him, but decided arguing would only waste time. She quickly made her way towards the bathroom and got ready.
He rolled his eyes as he started plating the food. It amused him how food could please her so easily.
He placed the food at the table, taking a seat and started eating. Eduardo reached in his jacket pocket looking for his phone, but was surprised when it wasn't there. Which was really strange.
"Amelia, ¿dónde está mi teléfono celular?³" he asked as she walked back into the room, dressed for the day.
She shrugged her shoulders and quickly made herself a plate of food, she didn't bother sitting down and already started shoveling down the food.
Eduardo made a disgusted face, though he was a little flattered she liked his food….he supposed. "Cell phone?" he asked again.
She looked up at him swallowing the food in her mouth, "Oh right! I totally used it last night, I think I left it on the couch!"
His eyebrow twitched, "You what?"
Amelia tried to ignore the fact that his accent was suddenly thicker, it always happened when he was pissed. She didn't get why. She hurriedly continued eating.
He walked over to the living room and snatched the cell phone off of the counter. He quickly scanned his phone hoping she hadn't caused any damage. "First off! You used my phone without my permission. Didn't 'Daddy' teach you not to touch other people's shit?! Second, you didn't even consider that I have to work! I can't just drop everything so suddenly!"
"Oh hell no. You did not just call England my 'Daddy'! Sure he raised me, but that don't mean anything! We're not human, it's not the same!" thinking of England as her father grossed her out sooooo much.
"God. I'm not even gonna argue with you! We need to do this now you can't postpone this!" She didn't understand why he was so angry. He should be thanking her.
He huffed he wanted so much to yell at her more. But behind that annoyed face she made at him, he could tell she was determined. "Just for once...I'd wish you thought before you acted." he finished softly.
"Huh?" she asked not hearing the last part. She was a little surprised. When they fought, and it wasn't often since he avoided her most of the time, he would argue with her much longer before she had to break out in tears.
He ignored her, "I'm going home." He got up and headed for the door.
She panicked slightly, "N-no wait!" She stopped in front of him, "I'm sorry. I just got excited you know me! I get ahead of myself!"
He looked at her a little amused, "I'm glad you can admit that. Pero, I'm just going home to try and sort things out."
He paused smiling at her wide-eyed look, "Para nuestro pequeño viaje.⁴"
She broke out into a wide grin, "That's great! I can't wait!"
"Pero, only for a few days!" he countered but she wasn't really paying attention.
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Eduardo was in a car on his way to the airport at LAX in California, where he was supposed to meet Amelia there. He sighed heavily, the last couple of days were not easy. At all. They were rather horribly actually. He argued heavily with his boss and other officials, they weren't comfortable with him taking off to Spain.
Much less with America. He had managed to convince them this was a way to connect with America and Spain. They seemed to be very pleased with the idea, they must of figured that if he made friends with them they might be able to rely on them. Which he didn't want to do at all.
Why did he always give into Amelia?
The car stopped in front of the airport, he climbed out and gathered his things. He muttered something in Spanish the the driver.
Smiling wearily as he saw Amelia, whom had a quite a few bags, waving at him eagerly. She was obviously excited for this trip.
Once she was over she grabbed his arm pulling eagerly, "Dude, hurry up!"
He rolled his eyes, this was going to be a very long thirteen and a half hour flight.
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Eduardo was on his last nerve. Not only was he irritated with having to sit for insanely amount of time, but he had to be next to America. She couldn't sit still for 5 minutes, he had about had it when they first got on the plane and she whined about taking the window seat. He was only grateful that they were in first class and weren't stuck so close to one another.
He hoped he could put the headphones on and drown her out with a movie, but unfortunately for him they played the Avengers movie. Which Amelia squealed and blubbered about the entire time. He honestly didn't want to hear her as she panted over the "extremely hot" cast, as she put it.
The second movie didn't really seem to entertain her much, as she constantly called the stewardess for snacks and drinks. He did his best to contain his frustration as she constantly reached over his lap to grab junk food.
He was at his wit ends. Why couldn't she sleep like normal people? For that matter, couldn't she just let him sleep?! He doubted she'd even let him watch the third movie.
"Eduardo?" she spoke softly, while it was surprising, he was still extremely annoyed.
He shifted his eyes down towards her and he responded gruffly, "...que?"
"Can I lean against you? The window is so uncomfortable..!" she responded.
He turned and looked at her annoyed ready to say no, but she noticed how tired she looked. "Dios mio, you're like a kid." he mumbled.
He lifted the arm rest making she smile and scoot closer. She rested her head against his shoulder and sighed contently. Eduardo flushed slightly a little uncomfortable and embarrassed.
"Eduardo, do you think you and Spain will work things out..?" she asked, sounding a little unsure.
He shifted in his seat making himself more comfortable, "No se.⁵"
"Promise you'll try your hardest?" she asked softly.
He didn't really want to try, but then again he secretly didn't want to disappoint her. He sighed, "…..Te lo prometo.⁶"
Amelia smiled, she'd keep him to that. "And...even after we finish da plan. Can we still hang out….sometimes?"
He paused for a moment, "Claro."
"Promise me one more thing?" she asked yawning.
Eduardo rested his head a top of hers, "Hm?"
"Buy me a churro when we get there..." she mumbled drifting off to sleep.
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The cab ride to the hotel was pretty silent, Amelia was suffering from jet lag and was a little grumpy. It was 6pm in Spain, but to her it felt like 9am to her. Eduardo was a little tired he admitted, but after all this time of being a country and traveling often he was used to it. He was surprised Amelia wasn't, she probably traveled more than he did.
Amelia groaned her head was pounding and she wished they'd get to the hotel faster. "Stupid pressure headaches..." she muttered under her breath.
Eduardo chuckled, "Relajarse.⁷ We're here."
She grinned and immediately bolted out of the car, which had barely pulled up to a stop, and ran to the front desk. She made sure to pick out a super nice hotel with lots of things for her to do, and she was especially excited to lay on a bed.
Eduardo growled, she'd left him not only to pay for the cab but to lug not only his stuff but hers from the trunk of the car. He thought she was tired….
Amelia bounced towards the female clerk, "Checking in for Amelia Jones!"
The lady smiled wearily and struggled to speak with a very thick accent, "W-welcome!" She typed into her computer and pulled up her reservation, "Amelia Jones. 2 guests. Premium suite. And king-sized bed?"
Amelia's smiled fell, "Don't cha mean beds?"
The clerk smiled a little distressed, "It says here one king sized bed."
Amelia's face turned red at the thought of sharing a bed with Eduardo the entire trip, "N-no! That's not what I asked for I wanted two beds...dos!"
"I-I am sorry. Let me check." the clerk responded typing rapidly.
Amelia chewed her lip nervously, sure falling asleep on the couch with him was okay. But to knowingly sleeping in the same bed was nerve wracking for her. Sure he wasn't technically staying there the entire trip, but what if he did. Where would he sleep?! She wouldn't make him sleep on the floor, but...
The female clerk sighed, "We have premium room with two queen beds. That okay?"
Amelia nodded her head vigorously, "Yes, perfect!"
Eduardo walked up behind Amelia, "Thanks for helping."
"Oh no problem, I have good people skills!" Amelia responded, gesturing to the flustered female clerk.
"Lo siento por ella. Ella consigue ... muy entusiasmado con viajes a países extranjeros.⁸" Eduardo spoke to the clerk.
The female clerk smiled, "Todos ustedes están registrados. Espero que ambos tienen una agradable estancia, Sr. Jones.⁹"
Eduardo looked at her with wide eyes but before he could protest Amelia was grabbing his arm pulling him away, "I already got he keys, Eddie! Come on!"
She dragged him to the elevator and they stepped in, she pushed for the 15th floor. "Hey where's our stuff?" she looked around him.
"They're gonna take it to our room right now. Más importante, did you just call me Eddie?" he asked confused.
She leaned back and forth from her toes to her heels, "Oh, that. I don't know. I just felt like callin' ya that."
He looked at her for a minute before shrugging, "It doesn't bother me too much...but it sounds kind of white."
She laughed, "Well I am America~! And I think it's cute!"
"Forget it. Don't call me that." he glared at her as they stepped out of the elevator.
She rolled her eyes and skipped ahead of him, searching for their room. "Too late, you already said it was okay!" she chimed. She stopped in front of the correct room number, and quickly opened the door. She quickly ran in and claimed the bed closest to the window.
Eduardo took his time inspecting the room, it was pretty nice. Nicer than what he was used to at least. "So I guess we should rest up and than I'll head over to Spain's." he muttered taking a seat on the bed. A nap would do him good.
"Na uh! We have to deliberate and than you have to put the plan into action!" Amelia smiled.
He ignored her and laid down, "Nap it is."
She took off her sandal and threw it at his back from across the room, laughing lightly, "Very funny, now let's start." She sat at the edge of her bed facing Eduardo.
He rolled over and glared at her, would it really be a bad thing if he just strangled her?
"So today we have to get step two done, it's been wayyyyy to much time since step one!" she emphasized slamming her fist at the edge of her bed. "Spain already knows you're here at the hotel, so you gotta head over soon. Or else he'll come lookin' for ya! When you get there be nice and junk, I'm sure he'll invite you to dinner some place. So while you're there don't forget to put step two into action. You remember, right?!" she asked quickly.
He rubbed his temples, "Yeah. Any questions. And a lot of them."
"Good!" Amelia exclaimed, "Now knowing Spain, he might ask you to spend the night or even to spend the rest of the trip there. When and if he asks, you have to agree! Got it?"
He nodded his head, though he didn't really like the idea.
"Good! Now get freshened up so you can get out of here!" she smiled brightly.
Eduardo groaned, "A nap, and then I'll go."
"I will throw you off that bed." Amelia threatened.
He didn't know where she got the sudden burst of energy, but he had a feeling she would really follow through with her threat. So he got up and went towards the bathroom to clean himself up.
Fifteen minutes later he walked out of the bathroom feeling a little better, he glanced at Amelia who was lazily lying on her bed playing with here PSP. Which made him smile.
He walked towards the door, "Ya me voy.¹⁰"
She looked away from her game and smiled, "Good luck!"
He nodded and opened the door leaving her behind in the room.
Amelia looked towards her PSP and was about to play when she remember something. "Crap..." she muttered.
She placed her PSP on the nightstand and grabbed a pillow. She hugged it closely to herself, burying her face into the pillow in a childlike manner. She didn't think this through, if Spain invited Mexico to stay with him and he agreed...she'd be alone.
Glancing towards the door, she debated whether or not to go after him and change the plan. But that would be selfish. She sighed and rolled over, a nap would be nice. Though she was a little too upset to sleep, maybe a snack first. She picked up the room service menu, about ready to order one of everything.
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Eduardo made it to Spain's house, he had been standing outside the door for about five minutes. Trying to figure out how in the hell he got himself in this situation, cause honestly this was the last place he ever wanted to be.
He imagined Amelia's disappointed face if he went back not having finished the next step, and he grumbled to himself as he knocked on the door. It didn't take long before the door swung open, it was incredibly fast. He must've been waiting by the door the entire time.
Spain's face was that of pure joy and happiness, never in a million years did he dream of this happening. He so desperately wanted to pull him into a hug, but he refrained from doing so. He placed a hand on Mexico's shoulder, "¡Bienvenido! Would you like to come in?"
Eduardo smiled hesitantly, "Uhh...sure. But actually I'm kind of hungry."
Antonio nodded his head excitedly, "Of course, of course! I know a great place." He ran in and quickly grabbed a jacket, he came back out and led him outside towards his car.
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At dinner Mexico didn't really pay mind to what Spain had ordered for him, he was too annoyed or frustrated or he didn't know but he didn't know if he could handle this. He admitted, whatever he was eating was actually kind of good. He figured now was a good of time as any to get he plan going, sooner he did the sooner he could head back to the hotel.
"Antonio...what is your….favorite color?" Eduardo asked rather stiffly.
Antonio looked at him surprised by the random question, "Ah, well I never thought of it. But I suppose if I had to chose, I'd choose ...red. Yes, red. Porque?"
Eduardo coughed uncomfortably, "I was just wondering. And what about your favorite animal?"
For most of the dinner it consisted of awkwardly phrased questions, and silly or straight to the point answers. While Antonio found it quite strange, he was also glad that Eduardo was talking and giving slight interest in what he liked.
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The rest of the evening was filled with silly questions, Antonio took notice that Eduardo was getting grumpy (probably cause of the long flight) and offered for them to head back to his house for coffee. Eduardo reluctantly agreed.
They sat in Spain's living room, Mexico had just finished up his coffee. Eduardo refused several offers of sweets and bread, he thought he had enough interaction with Spain to last him a lifetime. He was about to suggest calling it a night when Spain spoke up.
"So where are you staying?" he asked smiling, though he was always smiling.
"Some hotel not too far from here….it's nice." Eduardo answered.
Spain placed his empty cup on the table, "A hotel? Well you know you're always welcomed to stay with me! I have plenty of rooms!"
"I already have a hotel..." Mexico started quickly but cursed himself. He was used to giving any excuse to avoid spending anytime with Spain. Eduardo could see the disappointed smile on Antonio's face. "...for tonight. That is, uh, I already paid for tonight. But...I guess if it's alright with you, I can stay here for the rest of my trip."
Spain cheered, "Fantastico!"
"I'll just be heading out now, I'm kind of tired from the flight…." Mexico said awkwardly standing from his seat.
Antonio gave him a comforting smile, "Of course! Don't forget to stop by tomorrow and we'll hang out even more!" He stood up too and walked Eduardo to the door.
Eduardo walked outside but before leaving he spoke, "Gracias, Antonio."
If Antonio wasn't so sure that Eduardo would hit him, he would pull him into the biggest hug he could manage. He smiled gratefully, "De nada, hijo. Buenas noches."
Eduardo didn't bother replying and walked outside, looking for a cab.
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Luckily finding a cab wasn't too hard, and Eduardo managed to get back at the hotel around eleven p.m. He walked into the the room and he wasn't too surprised that the lights were out, the room was illuminated lightly by the television. What did surprise him was the dishes that littered the room. He sighed and looked over at Amelia who was resting on the bed, over the covers.
He quickly and as quiet as he could manage he gathered every plate and tray, placing them outside of the room. It was strange, sure Amelia ate a lot but…
Eduardo walked over to her bed, she was still asleep. He placed his hand a top of her in a affectionately, he pulled away but she suddenly grabbed his hand.
She turned and faced him with sleepy eyes, "You're back! How was it?"
He shrugged his shoulders, "It was okay. I asked the dumb questions….but they seemed kind of pointless."
She laughed, "They have a point, but I suppose the answers didn't really matter…."
"So what's wrong with you?" he asked.
"E-eh? Wrong? Nothing's wrong!" she chirped, still clutching his hand.
"I cleaned up your…mess. And I know you overeat when you're upset." he could tell something was wrong just by the way she was acting.
"I was just hungry, geez!" she puffed out her cheeks.
He laughed, "I thought you were on a diet….n-not that you need one!" Eduardo quickly caught himself, "I-It's just you always seem to be on one..."
Amelia glared at him, "What do you care what I eat…?"
Mexico sat on the bed sighing, "I don't care what you eat. But you were so happy when I left, and now you're….gorging yourself."
She threw his hand from hers, "I'm fine! ….well…not really. It's just, I realized you're gonna leave me here by myself most of the time we're here…."
Eduardo laughed, Amelia didn't like being laughed at, "Is that all, niña tonta.¹¹ You don't have to worry, I'll visit you so you don't get lonely."
"I don't get lonely!" she said scrunching her nose.
"Whatever, mentirosa.¹² Ya, let's go to sleep." he stood up and headed towards the bathroom to change into more suitable sleeping clothes.
Amelia pulled the covers over herself, and Eduardo came back into the room and got into bed himself.
It was quiet for a few moments before Amelia spoke, "...thanks."
"Buenas noches, Gordita.¹³" he muttered into the darkness. Not a few seconds passed before he was hit, rather hard, by a pillow.
Amelia tried to keep herself from smiling, as his laughter filled the room.
Translations:
1. Don't you have self respect?
2. Now go get ready!
3. Amelia, where's my cell phone?
4. For our little trip.
5. I don't know.
6. I promise.
7. Relax.
8. I'm sorry about her. She gets...too excited about trips to foreign countries.
9. You're all checked in. I hope you both have a nice stay, Mr. Jones.
10. I'm going.
11. Silly girl (I don't know why it sounds dirty in Spanish to me, but it's not supposed to be dirty/shot)
12. Liar
13. Chubby or Fatty (/dies)
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I hope you enjoyed today's chapter! C:
Some notes:
1. If you don't know what chilaquiles is, I fell sorry for you./killed. I mean, just go look it up. Besides there are tons of recipes on the internet!
2. LAX is the Los Angeles Airport in California. Just so you know.
3. I checked international flights and movies they showed, and the one that kept popping up was Avengers (also I'm still obsessed with it). So yeah. Hah.
4. Any help with a nickname for Amelia? ((Cause he isn't going to call her Gordita/dies)). It doesn't have to be related to her name, maybe something in Spanish? If not, I'll be using the nickname friends gave to my Fem!America account.
5. For the sake of not having every single line in Spanish, Mexico and Spain will be talking in English with Spanish words thrown in now and then for most of the story. I'd like to imagine that they actually are speaking in Spanish to one another, it's just in English for easy reading.
6. I hope this chapter didn't seem, choppy or short. :/ I'll do better next chapter.
Seriously you guys make me all giddy with your reviews! You sent them so fast! Jfdklsajf. *cough* I'm sorry. Anywhooooo.
To those who reviewed:
KeroNyo: Haha thank you! ((But it's only cute in a way? orz)) There relationship amuses me to no end. Haha and that's a really funny arrangement you got there, though I'll assume there's no romance between your 'Mexico' and 'America' or is there *wink wink*. I hope you enjoyed Mexico's reactions, they're too adorable, no? :)
Pen Name is Invalid: Thanks! ;;/u/;; I live for cuteness. Hah I'm so sorry you had to lose hope in me. Orz;; I've been on summer break for a while, but I kept putting off updating this story. But I promise to work on it until it's completed, I don't want to be one of those authors who take years to finish or even worse abandon the story. Haha we were just silly little kids. :'3 At least you know now, but I wish sometimes Spanish was my first language, it'd make talking to my family in Mexico soooo much easier.
ZeldaLove Akira-Chan: Haha I fangirl about him too much. orz. I really wish Hima puts a design for him (and that he looks like Nadieza's design). So I can properly fangirl. Hehe I know, but I didn't want you to think I stole the nickname from you for some reason...probably cause I'm a weenie. I just need to come up with a nickname Eduardo is gonna give Amelia. I'm glad I was able to make your day and make you laugh a lot, that is what I aim to do.
Lafayette722: Thanks a lot! I hope you continue to enjoy the story! C:
Rin-Chan Anime-San: I'm glad you stuck around after the long wait! Orz;; But I'm glad you really liked this chapter, and you're so welcome. ;;/7/;; I don't know about brilliant, but it makes me giggle.
The . Butterfly . Effect . 12 (formally ButterflyLily, sorry for the spaces fanfiction . net is being mean): I feel like such a jerk. You guys have were waiting so long for the chapter. orz;; Haha I could totally imagine Amelia ordering pizza without remembering to, I don't know why but it just occurred to me. What if the pizza place just randomly sends pizzas, knowing she'd buy them. Random thought. Haha.
Oh I know, I try to base him off to the best of my ability what I think he'd be like. That's what's so hard about countries Hima-papa hasn't drawn a design for. ;;w;; Oh geez. Headcanons. Okay. I hope you don't mind but I used to have an RP partner who was Mexico and I had a Fem!America and we did some things that I converted to headcanons. Bear with me.
1. (Obviously) Mexico despises Spain greatly for all the horrible things he put him through when he was younger. Secretly he does wish for a better relationship, but he would never approach Spain himself. He can't swallow his pride.
2. While Mexico has a few 'siblings' the only person he really considers his true sibling is the Philippines. He's very protective of her (she has a crush on England).
3. Mexico likes to act serious and professional in front of the other countries. But that can easily change after some heavy drinking.
4. Mexico and Russia have a pretty decent relationship. It isn't uncommon for them to visit each others houses, though Mexico prefers for Russia to come to him. Mexico hates the cold. Which America is bitter about.
5. Mexico, when he doesn't have to worry about work and what not, is pretty fun guy. He likes throwing parties and is very hospitable.
6. I imagine Mexico's physical age is either 20 or 21. He likes mocking America because unlike her could drink legally in his country and probably hers..
7. Mexico doesn't usually like other countries food, he prefers food from his homeland. It annoys him that more McDonald's and Dominoes restaurants are opening up. ((He secretly likes putting Worcester Sauce on Dominoe's pizza -they seriously do that….it's delicious)). Whenever he sneaks over to America, he always goes for an In n' Out burger (this is based off my Dad, he lives in Mexico. When I went to visit him one year, he made me bring over an In n' Out burger).
8. He loves mariscos, he treats himself every now and then.
I hope that's what you were looking for. C:
I wish I could tell you all the crazy funny RP adventures her Mexico and my Fem!America had, but I feel like I've written too much (their song is a Whole New World, yeah the Aladdin one. haha). Maybe next time XD.
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I want to have another chapter out by Sunday, but no guarantees guys (I'm working on a second fiction for another anime)! If not, I'll kick my butt to have it done by Friday at the latest!
Until next time, ciao!