Hey~ I hope you kinda enjoyed chapter 1. Here's chapter 2, the pov's... (maybe...). And I won't be able to keep up with the accents, so forgive me bows
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*Mexico POV*
I speed walked into the hallway, I heard someone running behind me as I entered the hallway. It was America trying to catch up to me.
"Mexico! W-wait up dude!" America yelled.
"Stop yelling at me, I can hear you just fine if you just say it normally. Idiota Americano(1)..." I said to him.
"Hm? I was hollering at you to wait, cause you didn't hear me before in the meeting room," he told me.
"What's the difference if you use the word "hollering" when it means the same as yelling?!" I yelled at him. He just looked at me as if I dumbest person.
"Mexico... hollering is a loud shout or cry..." he said.
"And? Point is?!" I said. "A loud shout is the same as yelling!" I turned around continuing to get to a faraway water fountain. And once again, America tried to keep up with my walking.
//Time skip, get's to a faraway fountain\\
"Ugh," I said, surprised that America didn't go back to the meeting. "America, why are you still here with me?" I asked, continuing to drink from the fountain. I listened to him speak as I drank.
"Because I also needed to ask you... The way you were talking about Spain, is he your father or something?"
I stopped. After hearing America ask me that, I didn't know what to answer. ¿Digo al idiota la verdad, o no?(2)
"Ugh..." I began to say, but then America cut me off to ask another question.
"And is Philippines your sister?"
"Well... not exactly... She is uh..."
America waited patiently for the answer, but I guess it was because he was tapping his shoe to try and pass time.
"sigh... Philippines... She is Spains' daughter, I am his little brother. You would sometimes hear that I am his son as well, but I am just his little brother. I do not know Philippines la madre(3), and I guess you would call her my niece, but she is like my sister. I had to stay strong for her..." I lowered my head. "Those nights where she screamed of bloody murder... No one knew why she cried, not even I did... yet I was the only one to calm her down... They way she would cry into my shirt for hours on end... staining it with blood and tears, I knew... I had hated Spain ever since..."
America was silent for a good 3-5 minutes, then he spoke.
"Uh... I, uh, I can s-see why you would hate him then..." he stammered.
I straightened my back, and looked at America. "Let's head back to the meeting room Señor America."
After 2 left turns, and 3 right, and then another left turn (it was a far fountain, and we were that far away from the meeting room), when we were gonna make anohter right turn in the hall, me and America saw Spain and Romano... kissing. Then Romano saw us and shoved Spain off him. Then Spain turned his head towards us where Romano was looking at us. So was this how it was with my bastardo brother?!
"M-Mexico! Hey! How you've been I-!" Spain began.
I started speaking spainish to him (Spain) so that only he would hear what I had to say after seeing what I had just witnessed.
//I didn't know how to translate these in spanish, so they'll be in english, 'kay? Just, for now... they'll be slanted, so think it's in spanish version....\\
"So this is how you are Spain? You give this Italian more love than to your own daughter Philippines? Do not speak to me about how I am, when you care not for me and Philippines. Hmph! I have known that once you've gained the South Italy, Romano, something would happen. And it seems as though I am right. You are in love with him. Bastard." I said to him.
"Mexico, I also love Philippines as much as-" Spain was to say.
"AS HIM?! THAT ITALIAN ROMANO?! points at Romano" I pointed to the Italian Romano. "Do not compare us as equal to him! You care more about his health and care than Philippines! She nearly became all alone, when she had to declare independence from you and America! You were never there for us! Only for that Romano! I can not believe that we are brothers! I am glad that I declared my independence from you big brother Spain... or should I even call you big brother?!" I spitted at him.
I don't think Romano understood a single thing, but I guess parts, afterall, as soon as he came to Spains house, Spain has been trying to teach him spanish... I despise Romano, I'm fine with his other two brothers; Italy and Seborga... but I hate him the most. Anyways, I gues he understood some things, me pointing at him, bastardo, etc..
"Don't insult me! You chili-eating bastard!" Romano called at me.
"Really? Is that really all you got? Patético(4)." I waved my hand at him.
"Roma, please, just wait." Spain told Romano, hmph surprisenly enough, that Italian bastardo listened. Then Spain looked at me. "Mexico... Why... Why do you hate me so much?" he asked me.
HA! After all this time, he still doesn't know!? Vete a la mierda España(5)!
"Heh... Ahahaha! Afterall this time, and years, you still don't know?! YOU ABANDONED ME AND PHILIPPINES!!! Do you know of the nights where she screamed of bloody murder?! Do you know why she even cry?! Were you there to calm her down?! Did she cry in your shirt while you held her for hours and hours, where you started to see the stains of blood and tears together?! NO! NO! NO! NOOO! All No! Because you were never there for us! Because you were always with him! The Italiano bastardo(6)!!!"
Then out of no where, Spain slapped me. Across the face.
"Don't ever speak that way about Romano..." he said.
"See! Even now you show that you care more about him! Ambos van la infierno(7)!" I yelled at Spain and Romano. I began to leave, and remembered that America was with us. "America! Are you coming or not?!" I yelled at him, then he jolted back to reality, and we went to the meeting room.
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1. Idiota Americano- American Idiot
2. ¿Digo al idiota la verdad, o no?- Do I tell the idiot the truth, or not?
3. la madre- mother
4. Patético- Pathetic
5. Vete a la mierda España- Go fuck yourself Spain
6. Italiano bastardo- Italian bastard
7. Ambos van la infierno- Both of you go to hell
Sorry it took so long! Forgive me! bows
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