One last kiss

this is the worst.

A loud beeping, annoying and unsatisfying woke mexico up with a startle, he turned off the alarm. It was always set 2 hours before he left for work. Mexico stared at the wall, the feeling of being awake overwhelmed him already, The slow and steady pain of a headache washed over his brain bringing back memories from the night before. The empty bottle sitting on his shelf, a daunting reminder that he was a failure at keeping promises. He stared at the bottle, almost skeptic, trying to convince himself that he didn’t break a promise so important to him. He felt the tears welling up in his eyes, but before he could break down his door slammed open.

“Pa levántate, los estados están esperando te!” Her chipper attitude spliced through the dark atmosphere, her presence and her loud voice hurt his head. He groaned and tumbled out of the bed, the sudden nauseating feeling attacking his senses. Mexico rushed to the restroom throwing up in the bowl, he hasn’t had this bad of a hangover in a long time. This was too much, but he had no option; he rinsed his mouth out with water.

“Michi, ¿puedes ir? Necesito cambiar.” Mexico groaned, his voice slightly echoing against the porcelain bowl.

“Ah, si, perdon.” Michoancan gave a small smile as she closed the door to Mexico's room.

Mexico left the bathroom and got his things to shower, he turned on the shower. The shower was quite big, not for show off purposes, just because he needed the space. His wings were impressively big, while he loved them, it took a lot to manage, needing almost an entirely custom house to live in comfortability. When he was in the shower he usually had time to think, but today, he didn’t want to think. He stared into the wall forgetting his existence, the hot water feeling good on his aching body. His tail feeling relatively cold he turned around, the heat feeling nice on his tail.
He looked down at his legs, he saw those dumb black splotches, an ugly reminder covering the beautiful symbols of the natives that covered his body. Anger surged through his veins, he knew he looked horrible with them covering his face, almost all of his body. The only parts of him left untouched were his tail and wings, but not for long, he knew something was going to happen to him that would ruin it all, he had to constantly talk to the cartel leaders just to keep peace. Mexico was attempting to forget what was happening and he stared at the wall forgetting himself. He had lost track of time, the only thing reminding him that time went on were his pruney fingers, and the water growing cold. He shut off the water. The cold air gave him goosebumps, it nipped at his skin. Covering himself in the towel drying himself off with it
He quickly did his hair, it was still sopping wet, Mexico still tried to attempt to do his usual high ponytail, becoming frustrated when it didn’t sit correctly. He walked out of his bathroom, there was always music playing somewhere in his house, usually coming from his son, Aguascalientes' room. He made his way down the large stairs and saw the states ready at the dinner table smiling, laughing, and conversing with one another. It wasn’t an odd way to start the morning with everyone getting along, just rare. He sighed and pulled out his chair, it was surrounded by the other states. He was seated down next to his unofficial favorite Michoacan, and Aguascalientes.

"Pa, dormiste bien?" Guanajuato beamed, looking at her dad.

"Si, gracias mija" He pushed out a forced smile, almost suffocating on the relaxed atmosphere around him. He got up and walked towards the kitchen while stretching "Que vamos a desayunar?" He took what he would probably need out of the cupboards. There was chaotic talking as the states tried to decide on breakfast food. They all decided on chilaquiles, with a few acceptions of picky eaters. After the food was set on the tables in front of hungry states, and himself they began to eat. Mexico had a melancholy breakfast, still feeling horrible and feeling nauseous, with him knowing he should be happy, everyone around him seemed to be. But he couldn't bring himself to feel the same way, he just played along for his kids happiness, anything, for his kids happiness.