One last kiss

Caldo de res

The door to their room opened with an uncomfortable squeak and the sound of shuffling feet as the two countries entered the room. upset, cranky, tired, and hungry. America went to his room almost immediately, walking in and taking off his glasses. He flopped on his bed and let out a cripplingly loud sigh that could be heard from outside of the room by Mexico. He sat on the couch before pulling it out to lay down. The sounds of the wind whipping from the outside made a howling sound in the now completely silent room. The window in the room gave way to see the snow falling from the sky. Mexico laid there silently, waiting for time to pass by faster. The hours seemed to inch by.

After a while Mexico got an aching hunger in his stomach. He didn’t have the energy to get up or do anything. Mexico sat and stared at the wall until he got so hungry that he forced himself to get off of the couch and get started on cooking. He felt homesick and didn’t want to eat the food from the lunch provided. He pulled on a sweater and walked out of their room key’s jingling in hand.

When he arrived at the dining area there was an obvious deflux of countries around, most of them already gone from the lunch rush. He looked around seeing the few countries left over in conversation in a small group. Mexico ignored them and made his way into the back where the cooks were. Unlike him, they were actually human. Mexico tied up his hair and washed his hands before starting to look around in the fridge for ingredients. Some of the cooks opened their mouths to object but quickly got hushed by Mexico’s angry glares and his tail rattling. The workers slowly shuffled out of the kitchen as it filled with the angry energy that seeped through Mexico while he was cooking. Making food was always a good outlet for his anger that pulsed through his veins, not only that but a good arm workout.

A good chunk of time had passed and the smell of the food was making him hungrier, beside the small bits of food that he ate while cooking, he hadn’t eaten yet. Mexico opened the huge pot lid and was hit by a wave of warmth, he was making caldo de res. Surprisingly for an organization that was mainly looked over by U.N that was practically owned by the United States, they had all of the ingredients that Mexico needed. The scent of the food obviously attracted some of the countries but it attracted a certain tall country.

Mexico happily served some of his friends and brothers the food he made. He was happy to provide some sense of home while they were stuck inside of the white dominated area, being stared at by Europeans, or being judged by spain. Mexico had been avoiding Spain as much as possible. Luckily he hadn't ran into him, surprisingly he hadn't heard the lisp and vos recently from anyone yet. It was like an inner peace that made serving his food even better.

Unfortunately in the midst of serving he felt a prickle of someone watching him and he looked up seeing America stare at him. The line paused and they made eye contact for a very uncomfortable amount of time before Mexico slowly poured out the caldo for america.

Once everyone was served mexico served himself happily walking out from behind the table and looking around for a place to sit. Unfortunately almost all of the spaces taken up now from the amount of countries that flocked to the area from Mexico's cooking he looked to one of the tables, only two people there and one spot left. It was Canada and his brother.

"No me chingas…" he grumbled and sat next to them, Canada smiling and giving Mexico a smile. For a devastating war criminal he was sweet. He looked down at his food and hesitantly picked up his spoon, feeling America's eyes watching him from those one way sunglasses. America was expecting a greeting.

"Tardes América.." he said practically forcing it out of his mouth, almost straining his voice. Canada, feeling the obvious tension, slowly got up and left to go "throw his things away" but he never did return.

"Hello Mexico." He said bluntly before going back to eating. The silence between them suddenly feeling like a vacuum chamber, sucking the air, and life out of the room. Mexico tried to seem as unbothered as possible but the puff in his wings gave it away.

Slowly and surely the uncomfortable tension eased a bit but it would still take a while to repair the tension between them…unfortunately people would never know the difference between uncomfortable tension and sexual tension out of context. Especially with both having ruffled feathers. The resurgence of the pictures and videos of them would come back.

The words of U.N. stirred in his head like a fish in a bowl…finally he had something to talk to America about.

"America, you know how U.N. was talking about our shared rooms. He never mentioned us being stuck together, or being locked together. So that just solidified that it wasn't U.N."

"Yeah, so? I practically own the U.N." he thought for a couple of moments. "I dunno if he's conspiring with someone to spite me or if this is something else completely. It could be someone's attempt to ruin our images."

Slowly their talks became more natural again, the rocky start back again of course. One more time to retire to our rooms for another night of rest. They were getting ready for bed when a mass email was sent out from the U.N.

"IMPORTANT MEETING"
"Please report to the meeting room as soon as possible, there is a major problem."

Mexico sighed and looked at America before they went to change again getting ready. They were prepared to be disappointed, usually they don't get called in this late unless there's depressing news.

Once they entered the meeting room the meeting started U.N. walking out agitated and angry, his usual slick and calm stature ruined by nerves and disappointment.

"We have another delay. The ice on the roads was too thick to drive safely. The ice melted on a sunny day recently and once it became cold again it froze us in the ice is way too thick to melt or break through at the moment. We have been asked not to attempt to escape for the safety of ourselves. The press has been notified."

The entire room was dead silent.