One last kiss

"ew."

The next couple of days Mexico was trying to ignore the anxiety building up in his stomach, it was driving him up the wall. Slowly he came to terms with the fact that he was going the night before he left. He was sitting in his room with michoacan and aguascalientes, deciding what to bring.

"Coco" Aguascalientes quickly caught Mexico's attention from the two shirts he was deciding between. Coco, it was a nickname that his son had given to him, he's never called him dad, he didn't mind though, well he did at first, but slowly grew to accept it.

"Sí aguas?"

"Que vas a comer cuando no estas aquí?"

"No se, no me decían"

"Te puedo dar te comida pa llevar" michoacan added in, folding clothes, putting them into his suitcase, and a bag.

"Eso suena bien" méxico hummed as he put one of his blankets in a bag, and packed his most fashionable clothes he owned, while mexico would never admit it outloud, he was a flashy person with a flair for the dramatics. But he worked his ass off for the nice things he owned, sure, it wasn't always in the most sanctified ways. He still worked his ass off nonetheless, and he would show it off. The night slowly came to an end, aguascalientes fell asleep on Mexico's messy floor. He picked him up and took aguas to his room. Laying his son on his own bed, tucking him in, and kissing his forehead, leaving the room. Michoacan was cooking just a couple of minutes ago, he could hear her downstairs putting things back into the fridge. A couple moments later she started to go up the stairs. He opened the door to his room, mumbling a good night to her and kissing her cheek before letting himself into his room and closing the door behind him. Staring at his suitcase and bags before laying on his bed and falling asleep.

The morning when he had to leave his states were waiting for him. He always had his eldest states in charge when he was out of the house. Usually nothing bad happened, except for when Veracruz and Aguascalientes got into fights, they were usually brutal and bloody, the kids weren't scared of Mexico, they were scared of his punishments. But things were usually under control when Mexico was gone, especially with the eldest in charge, Guanajuato, Oaxaca, Puebla, michoacan, and san luis potosí. His eldest daughter's. Mexico, mainly has daughters. They all seemed to carry their own parts of Mexico, with their personality, or physical attributes. Nonetheless he loved them all, they meant the world to him.

He brought his things downstairs after finishing his morning routine. He would miss them all so much, he was already wearing one of his favorite suits, the dark green ferragamo tie, his country pin on his chest pocket. The feeling of nervousness overtaking him, not that he had a reason to be nervous. He just didn't like going places with lots of people, it's just too much noise, and it made his head hurt. Food that his daughter made last night was being put into his bags in Tupperware. He got ambushed by hugs and kisses from his states as he was about to leave, some of them sobbing not wanting him to leave. Mexico tried his hardest not to give in and stay, and left as quickly as he could. He finished putting everything into the back seat of his car, getting to the driver's side, closing the door after getting in. staring at his house seeing his kids at the door waving at him as he slowly pulled out of the driveway and left. He looked around as he stared down at his phone with the directions looking up, when he knew where he was going. He looked around a bit at the passing tree's and fields. Different houses and countries minding their own or getting ready to leave. He couldn't handle the silence turning on the radio when he heard the radio announcing the U.N. assembly he turned it off almost immediately. It was a huge get together, so there's no way people didn't find the building for it. And it's not like the location was secret either. Mexico knew that plenty of reporters, and other people trying to get a look at countries. Mexico practiced his smile in the rearview mirror a couple of times. Realizing he was getting nearer to the location. He breathed in, before arriving taking another deep inhale before getting out of the car, leaving it to the valet, Giving his things to the porter. He gave a smile to all the reporters pressing against the barriers. Screaming uprising at the gesture, Mexico asked himself why but quickly remembered it's because he rarely ever smiled. He just continued smiling and waving at people until he reached the door. He opened it, holding it open for the porter behind him, earning some photos being taken of the kind act. He took some of his bags from the porter that was obviously struggling, despite his desperate attempts to say he could carry it all. He made his way to the front desk letting out a light sigh hesitant to speak, forcing himself to speak.

"Hello, umh, I'm here for my room keys." His words are stiff like a board, and dry like a desert.

"Ah yes, Mr. Mexico, it's great to have you here, we hope you enjoy your stay" The lady at the front desk being overly nice to him made it seem a little sarcastic. She handed him the keys that he quickly took and made his way up to the elevator making room for the porter who was following him. He pressed the floor level he needed, the tension in the elevator was thick, and the ride seemed to last longer than possible, time seemed to stretch out impossibly long. Until finally the doors opened letting Mexico exit the uncomfortable cramped elevator. His wings didn't help in those situations, they pressed against the walls of small spaces and made everyone around him uncomfortable. He took his mind off of the elevator, looking at the key with the room number engraved in it 420. He laughed to himself a little.

"Hah, nice" he smiled at his little joke, mumbling the room numbers he passed by until he got to his, and taking his things from the porter. Mexico looked at the door to see the names put on the door, he felt his skin prickle, and his temper rise. Right on the door were the names

"America and Mexico" he stared at it while the porter walked off to help other guests. His rattle shook in displeasure. His days would not only be miserable with meetings, annoying countries, and unnecessary conversations. But he would have to room with one of the countries he hated the most. Mexico walked into the room. He went to the bedroom and saw that there was only one bed, put in the middle. It seemed almost intentional, lucky for America he could have that room, he never trusted beds that weren't his, the possibility of bed bugs, or the sheets just not being washed. Seeing them put under blacklight changes your thoughts on things. He walked out of the bedroom and put his things next to the couch, unpacking the things he needed to sleep once he got back from the orientation meeting. He heard the door to his room unlock and open. Mexico looked up in disbelief and disgust, as if he was almost shocked that the American showed up in their shared room.

"Ew." They both mumbled in unison.