One last kiss

due to weather

The next couple of days were filled with awkward silence between the two, for obvious reasons, Mexico saw something he shouldn't have and America thought it was better not to mention it. Mexico was getting ready, because today was a big party with all the countries attending the U.N. meeting. Things tended to go down at the party, confession, fights, things usually ended up getting trashed, and posted on social media.

For the first time Mexico put his hair in braids again, intertwining pieces of ribbon in it. He brought his finest suit, spending time ironing it, and making sure he looked perfect. He sprayed himself with coffee scented cologne. He fixed his tie, he had been spending all day getting ready, he wanted to look perfect, chic, and absolutely handsome. He's preened so much all of the past couple of day's, taking extra care of himself. Mexico thought he looked stunning when the time came for him to leave their room. Mexico was grabbing his things when America walked out of his room and waited by the door for Mexico. Mexico stared at America, he was confused about why America was waiting for him.

"Aren't you going to go?"

"I was waiting for you."

"Ah, alright, let's go then"

America linked arms with Mexico, leading him out the door and into the hallway, some of the countries watching, they mumbled at the sight of them linking arms taking photos. Mexico was confused about the contact starting at their linked arms as they walked down the stairs. America noticed and looked down at the shorter country for a moment before focusing on leading him to the gigantic ballroom that the party was usually held in.

The ballroom was separated from the main U.N. building, the path that led to it was surrounded by a garden. Mexico and America walked through it, admiring the flowers and the pretty plants surrounding them. He paused once and while smelling the flowers around him. Mexico got sidetracked, leading America along with him to areas in the garden. They ended up sitting on a bench in the middle of the garden. Mexico spotted the entrance to a maze. He smiled to himself, gaining the interest of America.

"What?"

"Oh nothing, just…" Mexico unlinked their arms before he got up and poked the American on the chest pocket of his suit. "You're it"

Mexico laughed as America snapped up and chased after him. Mexico ran towards the maze entering it and running for his life. He laughed at the sound of america chasing after him, breathing heavily as he cut through the maze walls. Mexico reached a dead end, he saw the American appear through one of the maze walls. Mexico panicked and ran through the wall away from America. The chase continued until Mexico reached the place where they started near the bench when America tackled him to the floor. Some countries watched and stared, taking photos as sneakily as possible.

America and Mexico both laughed against each other, intertwined for a couple moments; the weird interaction was forgotten before Mexico realized what he was doing. He pushed off of America and got up, fixing his look, he noticed how reckless he was being and how foolish he looked. Heat spread on his face out of embarrassment. He watched the American get up, fixing himself as they faced the small group of countries that were watching from afar, taking photos and whispering as they walked back on to the path.

Mexico scoffed at the sight of them, subconsciously linking arms with America again as they walked towards the building, the cold snow falling around them. Mexico shivered a little. He didn't realize how cold it was until he started moving less. He wrapped his wings around him and America to keep in the body heat for as long as possible. Mexico looked at the ground looking for signal's that they were coming close to the door of the building. He saw a mat he unwrapped his wings. The cold air hitting their face again. Mexico shivered at the cold. America opened the door for Mexico.

Mexico walked in, America had to walk after him. The place was grand, the walls had the U.N. countries on them, the ceilings had silk draping that was attached to the wall, the floors made of marble, tables big and grand, names of countries put in their place. The grand stage in the front of the room. A singer with a microphone, sang as the band played their songs. There were food stations full with foods from different countries, and a dance floor. Truly extravagant. Mexico found his and America's seat. They say down unlinking arms. They smiled at Canada when the lights started to lower, and the band got off stage. The U.N and The E.U. walked out onto the stage, scattered applause around the room before The U.N began to speak.

"Unfortunately, due to weather, your stay at the U.N building is being extended."