Canada was happy that his best friend Mexico had a crush on America.
He was less happy knowing that Mexico was willing to go full yandere for him though.
And so, to avoid a situation with such limited appeal (i.e., Mexico murdering everyone physical...
(Btw, Mexico is supposed to be seen as crazy and Canada is intentionally way too chill. I realize this book is wildly unrealistic and insane, no need to be scared, don't worry, I'm not a clinically diagnosed psychopath)
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a week later, I was going mall shopping with Mexico, and we were trying on outfits for Winter Formal.
"Soooo.... you literally murdered someone," I said casually, trying to spark up some conversation.
"Glad you're not holding a grudge or anything," Mexico said.
"No, no.... just.... uhhhhh you never killed anyone too innocent... right?" I ask. Mexico sighed.
"No, I don't like killing people... I just killed Imperio Español for making me an orphan, and Ms. Russ for what she did to Ame," Mexico said. I nod.
"Have you ever considered therapy?" I ask. Mexico shrugged.
"Yep, but I don't have the money," Mexico said.
"Well, there is a school counselor you can talk to, if you'd like...," I say.
"Hmmmmmm..... I'll think about it," Mexico said.
"Is that your fancy way of saying no?" I ask.
"Nooooo.... maybe," Mexico said. I sigh, and pick up a dark red dress shirt and black vest.
"What do you think?" I ask, holding it up to myself.
"Uhhhh.... ok I'm not gonna lie, physical attraction is not something I get a lot.... you look ok for a ginger," Mexico said. I frown.
"Thank you?" I say. Mexico picks out an alluring outfit, which I must admit he pulls off well, and we pay for our stuff before going to the food court.
"Ok, so, what are you gonna do to ask him out?" I ask. Mexico thinks for a solid minute.
"I.... go to his house.... and......... uhhhh....," Mexico says. I sigh.
"You have no goddamn clue what you're doing... do you?" I ask. Mexico purses his lips, before giving up and sighing.
"Do I seem like I get laid often? That I have gone on countless dates? No, I don't. I don't know anything helpful about human interaction, so please do me a solid and help," Mexico says. I shrug.
"Just be casual with it. Walk up and say 'Ey, wanna go to the formal with me?'," I say.
"And if he says no?" Mexico asks. I sigh.
"Mex... if he says no.... you're gonna have to accept it and find someone else... why do you even care about him so much anyway?" I ask.
"I.... I dunno... It's just...," Mexico said, trailing off. Suddenly, America walks up to us.
