Mexico doujinshi

Chapter 4- Sleep Over? pt 2

Bonjour! I hope you liked chapter 3 (even though it was so short...). I hope you continue to keep reading this doujinshi of Mexico and Spain (or Spain and Mexico).

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*Mexico's POV*

America invited his brother, Canada, to have a drink with us.

America drove us to some bar to get drinks (course I didn't bother looking at the name). We sat down waiting for someone to get over and get get our orders. Finally a Chica(1), named Margret, came over and took our orders. I asked for the DeLeón Tequila(2), America asked for the Lynchburg Lemonade(3), and Canada asked for the Canadian Whisky(4).

It took 5 minutes to get the drinks, and then! Bottoms up! We gulped it down. We stayed there for an hour. We weren't that drunk so Señor America, was going to do the driving. He asked if we wanted to stay over for the night at his place, cause I kinda dranked a lot of tequila, and Canada had quite a few himself. So we agreed. I fell asleep on our way to his house, America and Canada had to shake (and kick...) me awake, to get me out of the car and into the house.

I fell asleep on the couch, but America and Canada made sure I took a shower before I fell asleep on the couch. The two let me go first, so they went to the living room watching some comedy show. The warm water made me even more sleepy. But it did clear my mind... Just a little. I wonder how Philippines is... How is she? I have not seen her for some... Years. Señorita Philippines... I hope you don't cry, and waste your tears now...

As soon as I got out of the bathroom, and got dressed with the clothes America had given me, he gave me the guest bedroom to sleep in, and when my head and body hit the covers and pillow, I blacked out, and fell into a deep sleep.

*Spain's POV*

I didnt mean to slap Mexico, I wish I hadn't done it... But, I want México to know that I do love him and Philppines as much as Romano... I don't understand why he hates me so much, and why he hates Romano as well... I kinda wish I could tell Roma, but he's with Italy, and is staying over there for 5 weeks, so he'll be back in November 23, so who's going to be with me on the Día de Muertos(5)? I thought about it for a while, then I thought, maybe at Mexico's place! Plus with the five weeks, I might be able to get him to forgive me! Plus his place(or country however you want to call it [even though we're the countries as well... You know what, I'm just sticking to country for the place.]) is so similar to my country! I should start packing, the Día de Muertos is only now a couple days away!

*Mexico's POV*

My dream brought me back to when me and Philippines were young, to the nights where she cried... But this time I was not there, she was so skinny and frail, the she could probably break in dos(6), possibly even more... Blood was nearly all over her face, mixed with tears, and... bruises? She was looking so weak. I tried to come over and hug her and say what happened to her, but when I tried to give her a hug, I just went through her. A door then opened lighting up the room we were in, only then did I realize we were not in our normal room, we were in a room that was made up of concrete, and cement. There was someone at the door probably the same height as Philippines, but then I saw a curl on the left (there right,  lo que sea(7)), and I then knew who it was... it was Romano. Philippines looked up and saw who it was, and started scooting back fast, like she was afraid of him. But then Romano got to her and pulled her hair, he yanked on it, making her scream "Ow! Please! Please stop pulling on my hair! Ow!... groans." But he just keeped doing it, smiling every time she screamed. Then he let go of her hair, and slapped her, I wanted to punch him, but I knew I couldn't, it was like when I tried hugging Philippines. The young Romano was still as stubborn and shitty, still trying to act tough, when he was weak, but he took this opportunity to take advantage on Philippines while she was weak, really weak. Then he shoved Philippines into the ground, then I heard Spain call for Romano, calling him "Roma". When he turned to leave, he turned his head towards me, like he could see me, smiling. Then left the room, leaving me to listen to Philippines crying.