Telenovela

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The trio were teleported into a new dimension. They were outside in what seemed to be a garden. The trio then noticed their hair was dyed white.

"Wha-,"

"It's just so people don't mix you up with this dimensions trio," Nekomi said.

"Ohhh," Mexico said. "But... what about our faces?" Mexico asked.

"You're just cities who look similar to the trio. People look similar sometimes," Nekomi said. The trio shrugged and went along with the plan. They heard sobbing in the distance, and decided to search for the source. They found Alt. Canada sitting at a fountain and crying.

"Hey.... are you ok?" America asked. Alt Canada looked up and gasped.

"Ay! I didn't know anyone was here!" Alt Canada exclaimed with a strange hint of a Spanish accent.

"Oh, we're just here to see what's wrong. You were crying a bit loud," Canada said. Alt Canada looked away.

"I shouldn't tell you... you wouldn't understand...," Alt Canada said.

"Try me," America said, sitting next to Alt Canada. He sighed.

"Well.... every day, I feel my loneliness grow... I don't have anyone but my dear Pablo.... but my frog has hopped away from me! With my best friend running off with my brother, I'm truly alone!" Alt Canada cried. The trio glanced at each other.

"Uhhh..... have you tried talking to them? Or going out and looking for Pablo?" America asked.

"I'm too heartbroken," Alt Canada cried.

"Oh...," Mexico said. They sat in silence, before Alt Canada continued sobbing.

"I knew you wouldn't understand," Alt Canada said before running away.

"Well.... should we go after him?" Canada asked. Mexico sighed.

"That's exactly what he wants us to do. You always follow up running away with someone chasing after them.... correct me if I'm wrong, but we're in a telenovela right now, aren't we?" Mexico asked.

"What's a telenovela?" Canada asked.

"A Latin American/Spanish soap opera. Basically, everything is overdramatic, everyone calls their lover 'mi amor', and everyone has really nice hair," America said.

"..... Nekomi, how'd you know I like telenovelas?" Mexico asked.

"I know everyone's guilty pleasures," Nekomi said.

"Well... let's find Canada I guess," America said. And so, they ran in the direction Alt Canada ran. Soon, they came across a small, Spanish style mansion. They went in and found Alt Greenland comforting Alt Canada.

"Are these the ones that made you cry?" Greenland asked, looking ready to spill some blood.

"No.... my life is what makes me cry," Alt Canada cried. The trio found this to be what the kids call, a mood, but they decided not to say anything.

"Ah... then what are these three doing here?" Alt Greenland asked.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh Mexico invited us for dinner," America lied. The others looked at him in confusion, but then the prospect of free dinner made them understand.

"Oh, in that case, go ahead and make yourselves at home!" Alt Greenland exclaimed.

"Thank you!" Canada exclaimed. The trio started wandering around the mansion, taking in the architecture.

"Hey.... we have enough money, why don't we have a mansion?" Mexico asked.

"I have too many bad memories in my old mansion... our house is perfectly sized," America said. The trio walked around some more, deciding it was ok to split up as long as they could find their way back to the foyer.

Mexico was walking around the garden, loving the scenery, when suddenly someone gently grasped his hand and spun him around. Alt America held Mexico in a slight dip, wearing a lose fitting blouse and his loosely-braided hair resting on his shoulder.

"There you are, mi amor, I've been looking all over for you," Alt America said. Mexico winced, realizing that the dyed hair wasn't enough after all.

"U-um... you must have me mistaken for someone else," Mexico said, trying to ease his bi panic.

"Who else, my darling, could be as stunning as you?" America asked, brushing Mexico's hair back. Mexico was cracking under the pressure, but this embrace was cut short by a sudden scream.

"HOW DARE YOU!?" Alt Mexico screamed. Alt America quickly let go of Mexico, glancing between the two in confusion.

"Mi amor! It was a mistake!" Alt America exclaimed. Alt Mexico ran away crying, and Alt America chased after him.

"...well that just sorta happened to me, I didn't even participate in that," Mexico said. Meanwhile, inside the Mansion, America accidentally tripped Alt Mexico, who was in the middle of running away. Alt Mexico fell to the ground, Alt America kneeling down to his side.

"Mexico, please, it was all a misunderstanding!" Alt America exclaimed. Alt Mexico propped himself up and started sobbing. Alt Canada, Mexico and Canada rushed into the room.

"What happened here?!" Alt Canada exclaimed.

"He cheated!" Alt Mexico exclaimed.

"I didn't try to! He looks just like you!" Alt America exclaimed.

"How could you?!" Alt Canada exclaimed.

"This is none of your business Canada!" Alt America exclaimed.

"Was he the only one?" Alt Mexico exclaimed.

"Yes- No- I never- I swear! It wasn't what it looked like!" Alt America exclaimed.

"Hey uhhhhh...... he's telling the truth. I've never seen him before, but he mistook me for you," Mexico said. Alt Mexico stared up at him blankly, and then at Alt America.

"It was all a misunderstanding?" Alt Mexico said.

"Yes, mi amor," Alt America said. Alt Mexico threw his arms around Alt America, still crying.

"I knew it! I knew you'd never cheat on me!" Alt Mexico exclaimed. The trio glanced at each other, but decided not to point out the obvious lie. Alt Canada sighed.

"And yet... I remain alone," Alt Canada said. Suddenly, they heard a ribbit.

"Pablo!" Canada cried, picking up his frog and holding him close.

"Niños! Dinners ready!" Greenland exclaimed.

And so, they had dinner with their Alternates.

"Well, today was a good day," Alt Canada said.

"Yep! But, we must go now...," America said.

"But... you just got here?" Alt Mexico said.

"Yep, we were just here for the food, see ya!" America exclaimed.

The trio were spat out in a new dimension.

"..... Y'know, telenovela America was rather charming-,"

"I ALREADY GREW OUT MY HAIR SO YOU'D STOP SIMPING OVER PRINCE AMERICA, AND NOW I GOTTA BE A SPANISH GENTLEMAN?!?" America exclaimed. Mexico laughed.

"I'm just kidding," Mexico said.

Anyway so like, how's your guy's day?

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