One last kiss

an excuse?

Chatter, It took over the room. At first it was quiet but slowly it turned to angry bickering between petty and angry countries. Chile had gotten up from his seat, seemingly angry.

"What do you mean we can't leave? I've been roomed with Peru the whole trip, all he's been doing is pulling on my tail. I want to leave." Chile seemed to spark more of the crowds anger, more people began to shout out and get up from their seats, america looked frustrated picking at the table cloth as mexico stared at the uproar of countries getting angered, the more neutral ones began to take photos and record what was happening for people who wanted a look at what was happening inside.

Mexico sighed and started to slip away from the table. He gave a slight smile to America as he slowly left the table and went to the bathroom. The bathroom was practically empty, the only other person inside was Germany who was finishing washing his hands, Germany left the bathroom quickly to get back to the meeting. Mexico watched him leave, the air became less stiff as soon as he left. He leaned against the wall near the sink as America entered the restroom and settled near Mexico.

"That went from one to one hundred really quick" America mumbled. Mexico nodded, the loud noises and shouting made him want to crawl out of his skin, he missed home so much, and he hated that nothing was going as planned. He was supposed to be leaving the day after Tomorrow. Now he'd be forced to stay longer in this hell hole of a get together.

Mexico looked into the mirror as the tears started to swell. He quickly walked out of the bathroom room and out of the building, America walked out after him. Spain watched confused as he entered the restroom with the two other countries fleeing.

Luckily no one had noticed their sudden absence. Mexico was so overwhelmed he didn't know where he was going. The tears and snow falling around him gave him whiplash from the wind hitting his face along with the snow flakes. Mexico wiped the tears from his face. As he grabbed the handle for the main building and went inside.

America followed Mexico into the building, he watched as some of the other countries gave him looks. America walked into the empty meeting room, Mexico sat down near the corner and felt the tears rush down his face. His face was hot, tears and sniffles. America sat next to Mexico and he could feel America's presence. America didn't really know how to comfort Mexico in the situation, so they sat there as Mexico cried.

A couple of hours had passed and Mexico was finally starting to calm down. He had rested his head on the shoulder of the American, when It happened he thought Mexico didn't notice his eyes closed, he started to slowly fall asleep. America tensed at the feeling, his thoughts raced as he panicked. He heard the door start to open and America tried to get up, he struggled and fell backwards. Mexico landed against his stomach making him jolt awake. He looked up and saw the E.U. looking down at the pair. They both got up and fixed themselves.

"You two completely skipped out on an important meeting, just to abide by PDA regulations? Well I don't know if I should thank you for listening to the rules, or if I should punish you for skipping out on the meeting." The E.U. stared at them for a second before taking out his phone and taking a photo of them. "Out of context your guy's position is questionable." He then walked out and closed the door behind him.

Mexico sighed and got up and rested his head against the wall. He really needed a cigarette and a bottle of tequila. Mexico wanted to see his kids and work at the shop with them, now he couldn't even see them any sooner. Mexico and America sat there for a few more hours, by the time they left the room most if not all of the countries were asleep, and they faced no trouble walking back to the room. Mexico unlocked the door and let himself in.

"I'm going to go take a shower." Mexico mumbled walking over to his suitcase in a couple of strides, grabbing his things and walking into the bathroom.

"Alright." America walked back to his room and shut the door. Why did he follow Mexico? Why does he always catch himself following him, no matter what happened he always found himself following Mexico. He didn't even know why he did, he just seemed to go where he did without thought, it just seemed right. America turned out the lights and layed in his bed, taking off his glasses. They adjusted to the dark and he stared at the ceiling, listening to the faint sound of the shower running, he didn't notice until now that Mexico sings when he's in the shower, it wasn't loud or anything. It just felt soothing. Hearing him in the shower, knowing he was maybe a little soothed from earlier.

Did his presence help soothe mexico? Probably not, but it was something he'd like to believe. America slowly started to attempt to fall asleep to the sound of the water and Mexico. But nothing seemed to put him to sleep, he waited, closed his eyes, changed positions, got a glass of water, flipped his pillow multiple times but still nothing. America began to get frustrated, he turned on his side and stared out the window. The snow fall was heavy, he got up from his bed to touch the glass, but even being near the window was chilling, it was cold. Maybe that's why he couldn't sleep? No he was under thick blankets there's no way that was the cause of his lack of sleep.

America thought for a moment before walking out, lucky mexico was out of the shower. The lights were off and the entire room was dark, so he didn't worry about not wearing his glasses. He watched as Mexico walked out of the shower towel wrapped around his waist. America covered the light switch with his hands so Mexico couldn't turn the lights on. He watched as Mexico moved around the room to find the light switch. He touched America's hand and jolted back a bit.

"What? Why are you blocking the light switch for? I need to see."

"Not right now, I can't sleep so you're sleeping with me tonight."

"But there's only one bed in there."

"Wonderful observation Mexico, but the cold isn't letting me fall asleep, and the blankets aren't doing anything."

"Okay…well I guess I'll join you, but you never tell a soul about this."

"Like I want to, just go change, I won't look but I can't have you turning on the lights."

"I'm not going to even question why."

"Good." America turned the other way to block his view of Mexico changing, his hand still cupped over the light, mexico ran a finger down America's spin when he was done gaining a shiver.

"Really?"

"Yes really, you have to guide me in the dark America, I can't see for shit in the pitch black."

America took one of Mexico's hands in his and led them to his room. America closed the door once they were inside. He led Mexico to one of the sides of the bed pushing him onto the bed, giving a small flump as Mexico hit the mattress. America tucked himself in, the presence of Mexico immediately making him sleepy. He could feel Mexico's presence, it was warm and it was nice. Mexico's wings surrounded them both and the feeling was peaceful as they both slipped into a nice comfortable sleep.

Mexico woke up in the morning and his face was buried in America's neck. His legs pinned down by America's leg. One of his hands holding his waist the other holding his hip. Mexico was panicking, unable to move, if he moved too much he would wake up the American, and his mouth was right next to America's ear. He was trying not to freak out as America changed his hold on Mexico, he wrapped his arms around his stomach, and rested his head on Mexico's neck, he could feel America's lips in his neck. It burned and lit something on fire inside of him. America yawned before opening his eyes, and Mexico could feel himself die of embarrassment.

"Woah, okay."