"What the Fuck are you guys doing here?!" she yelled much to her poor father's ear. "Well, I don't know. . . or little sister goes halfway around the world leaving us a very tearful and sad last message and we thought 'Oh, hey Italy looks nice at this time of year I think we'll go.' HELL NO BITCH WE CAME TO SEE HOW YOU ARE!" Rio yelled back. Argentina then proceeded to grab the him by the ear. "OwowowowowowowowOW! Sorry I won't say it again!" Rio then sighed and said "Look I'm sorry I said those really mean and hurtful things to you. I was just mad that you left us for them. So um.. yeah...I'm really sorry." Argentina walked around him and said "Mi hijita come here. He's sorry and so are we for making you feel alone. COme here and let your mama give you a hug." Slowly she walked around Spain when all of a sudden an arm shot out and turning she saw Feliciano holding her hand. "Don't be sad be happy your familia is here for you. They all really love you so don't worry smile." It was true no one even noticed but Feliciano did. How he knew they didn't even try to comprehend. "Thanks Feli." She said giving his hand a squeeze and hugged the group of them.

"AHEM. Well now we must continue the meeting if all of South America would be seated behind Mexico that would be great." Ludwig awkwardly interrupted the reunion. "Alright. Alright everybody we can have diner at mio hermano's house." Mexico said and sat down as the rest of the Latin American countries took a seat behind her on couches that appeared out of no where.

-*5 slowly progressed hours later*-

"Ve~ Luddy, Kiku let"s go eat pasta at fratello's house with Lupita " Feliciano said. "Alright, then let's go." Ludwig replied while Japan apologized and said something about lunch with the other Asian countries. "Awww~ but I wanted to eat past with everyone!~ Ve~"

Romano fuming at the fact that Rio got let off the hook so easily, very childishly in fact, marched behind the group. Spain chatting with Argentina, or Camila as her human name was, about when and how is the best way to grow produce. Halfway there, however, a group of children grabbed Lupita's hand and dragged her into the plaza while a guitarist played. Lupita began giggling as she recognized everyone. "Ciao, signorina, will you dance with us once more?" The smallest, Carla, as she recalled asked. "Si, but I need to ask mi familia first, Is that all right?" Lupita replied. The little girl nodded and watched as her elder walked over said a few words and pulled a few people from her family and motioned for others from the crowd to join in. Surprisingly, they did having heard about the beautiful girl who can make so many dance with just her song. Smiling she pulled in all the children and the guitarist played a happy and quick song that had everyone laughing despite how late in the evening it was. All the days worries had drifted off as Lupita danced between Aleixo and Romano. Finally, getting tired of their glares to each other she joined in dance with the 10 year old know as Abele. Finally after so many songs their dance ended. Mexico gave all the children a hug and received a red rose from Abele, and a white lily from Carla and a kiss on the cheek from a sweet little boy around the age of 7 who blushed profusely at her smile.

"Well that was fun," she said, " I think I'll do it again another day." Finally her two sibling stopped glaring at each other and admitted it was actually quite fun. "Now you two apologize to each other over being such assholes and let's go home." The two boys shook hands and agreed not to fight, in front of Guadalupe at least. Half way through the walk Lupita began to get very sleepy. Romano being ahead of them didn't take notice but Aleixo did. And so he stopped forced her to climb onto his back and carried her while humming a lullaby. "Hey, Rio why did you get so mad at her when she came to Italy?" Romano finally asked. "I wasn't necessarily mad at her I was just scared. So very scared I would lose her. You know that very few Latin American countries actually bother to go and say hello to each other. Anyways I was scared that she would come out here and not want to leave her dad. Because of him she has lost yet gained soo much. In the meeting, she was terrified that she would do something wrong and people might think her a fool." Aleixo replied. "So it wasn't her you were mad at?" Lovino asked. "No, I could never be mad at her. I saw how much it hurt her when she loses people. I don't pity I admire her strength. Have you noticed how she gets around America she tenses up and her eyes fill with anger, but so much fear. She admires his strength but hates what he has used it on her for. And so many countries feel the same about others but they have learned to cope with each other." At Rio's response Romano looked at Mexico who had fallen asleep the moment her feet left the ground. "Who did she lose?" He asked finally, in a voice so quiet it was a whisper. A pained look filled the other's eyes. "I am not the first to be so close to her. Before me was only one other. His name was Juan. He was so kind to her, she never left his side. Not even in battle. It wasn't their fault, she blames America. It pains her to think about it. But even so she keeps him close to her heart. It's how she copes, how she continues with life. But that is a story that should almost never be told."

The trio finally reached the house, since everyone left them behind long ago. Rio followed Romano up and place Lupita on the bed, turning and leaving a hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. "He wasn't close to me, he was another part of me. Remember that. If nothing else, remember how kind he was, how he was always there, and how broken he was in the end." Mexico whispered eyes still shut. Covering her hand in his he nodded, but she wouldn't have seen. For her eyes were shut, trying, and filing to keep tears from falling down.

Walking down the steps there was a large crowd of nations gathered around the table for pasta. England was yelling about why he had to sit next to 'the bloody frog' and Hungary was taking photos of Spain and Romano who was blushing over something the two were talking about. Argentina was seated neat Russia and very calmly telling him about how comfortable scarves could be when they were knitted by family. Surprisingly, Russia was listening intently while Belarus and Ukraine were chatting about nothings to Poland and Brazil, well Ukraine was talking Belarus was glaring. Around midnight, they all left. The food all gone, and hungers satisfied the few who remained were: the Latin American countries, Romano, Ludwig, Prussia, Italy, Spain, and a very quiet Canada. Eventually they passed out. . . .

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It would have been sweet, seeing all the people she knew asleep together. Had it not been for the mess that was left over. Argentina most likely at the market, the house was in a tradgic state. "YOU ASSHOLES BETTER WAKE UP OR FEEL THE PAIN OF A FEW WELL PLACED PUNCHES. I WANT THIS HOUSE SPOTLESS I DID NOT CLEAN IT FOR YOU TO MAKE A MESS!" Mexico yelled, awaking everyone even the heavy sleeper Gilbert. "Oi, who put you in charge? What if I don't-" Prussia was cut off by a death glare and noticed how all the Latin American countries shuffling off and cleaning without a question. "What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Say. You. Little. Shit?" Mexico said slowly giving him a chance to re-think his answer. "Umm. Nothing. Sorry." he replied and began cleaning without a question.


Sorry I was totally inspirationless and I had no idea on how i should write this. All my drafts sucked. So umm.. . here it is. R&R. thanks!