Mexico felt the disgust in himself build up, he was being gay. Mexico pushed away America and got off the bed. America scrambled to cover up his eyes before Mexico would see them. Luckily Mexico was occupied grabbing his things. America watched as Mexico stormed out of this room, he heard their hotel room door open and then slam shut. America was confused, he didn't see what was wrong with what happened. He grumbled putting on his sunglasses before getting ready to find where Mexico went.
Mexico was desperately texting Chile wondering where he was. He was asking where his room was. Mexico got the number.
"Room number 98" Mexico repeated the number multiple times walking as fast as possible before he got closer to the door number, when he got to the door Mexico slammed his hand onto the door, knocking furiously until Chile opened the door in exasperation. Canada watched from a couple of rooms away scrambling into his room at the sound of the loud knocking.
"Calm down, it's not like you're being hunted down mexico." Chile let out a snort as Mexico pushed his way into the room.
"Chile you don't mind if I stay here do you?"
"What? I know you hate america bu-"
"Can I stay here for a bit, yes or no?" Mexico sounded agitated and bothered, chile decides agianst teasing him for now.
"For how long?"
"Like, two days? Perhaps."
Chile let out a sigh and nodded his head. "Maybe you'll help ease the tension between me and Peru."
"I don't think that's possible…"
Whatever, just two days though, after that you're out eagle boy."
"Okay okay"
America was dashing around
The hotel, he was desperately looking, he checked the empty meeting room, the conference room, the garden, the dining room, the lobby, he checked with some of the other southern america countries, and he was limited on who he could ask, he didn't know most of the southern american countries personally. All the countries in Latino america he could ask and did ask had no idea where Mexico was.
America paused in the middle of his search for Mexico. He was in the living room of their room. He sat on the couch, he could smell Mexico's scent. He smelled like cologne and shampoo, the slight smell of salt from sweat. He looked at the feathers from Mexico's wings, the tops oak brown and honey gold at the tips. His suitcase on the floor spilled with candy and food. Some of his clothes sticking out
America touched Mexico's blanket,
It was thick and warm, perfect for winter weather. America reached for one of the candies and unwrapped it, putting it in his mouth before thinking for a bit.
"I think I like Mexico." The sentence rang through what was now going to be America's room for the next two days.
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One last kiss
Fantasy"You know I hate you right?" "i hate you just as much" America grabbed Mexico's hips pulling him in closer, their lips fit together perfectly. His world opening up ten fold, harmony rang through his body, he felt like he was melting, his stomach fil...
