Mexico's Adventures

7-14-14: I will not update for a while, because I am working on rewriting this story to make it more historically accurate (in a way).

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Hello! I'm Girasol Rodriguez, Country of Mexico! I'm short, tan, and have long black hair I usually have in braids or a ponytail. My eyes are dark brown, and I usually wear my uniform. My name means 'Sunflower' in Spanish!

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I woke up one day, sitting on a table. "Wha-? Where am I?" Surprised to see so many people gathered at one table, I looked around. My eyes looked at one that was standing up - a boy, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was wearing glasses, and was drinking a smoothie. He seemed really hyper.

"Uh... Who are you?" He asks.

"I asked you first." I retorted.

"I'm America! What country are you?"

"Country? Um..." I tried to recall what I was called. "Oh! Mexico! My name is Girasol Rodriguez, though. It means 'Sunflower'!"

"Sunflower?" I turned to see a boy in a gray-ish trench coat, light colored scarf, boots, and silvery-gray hair. His eyes where a purple, too.

"Yeah, cool, right? What about you? Who are you?"

The boy chuckled, and smiled. "I'm Russia, or Ivan." He said.

"Stay away from him!" A girl appeared at his side, and I scooted down the table.

"O-Kay then!" I heard America say, "I'm America, or Alfred, and that is Russia! Intros after the meeting, 'Kay peeps?" I nodded, and climbed off the table. Sitting next to a boy who looked like America, I smiled.

"Hi!" I said, looking at him, and then his lap. There was a polar bear cub sitting there. "Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm Canada... And this is Mr. Kumajiro... Wait. How'd you notice me?" Canada asked. I blinked.

"Because you're sitting here..?"

"Oh. Well, most of the time, people don't notice me. You can call me Matthew, or Matt."

I nodded. "Who's that, Matthew?" I asked, looking to two boys who looked alike. "The one with the lighter hair."

"That's Italy, or Feliciano. And next to him, it's his brother, Romano, or Lovino."

"Okay. Um..." I look around. "Matt?"

"Yes?"

"I'll make people recognize you." You stand up on your chair. "Hey! Alfie! Matthew wants a turn!"

"N-No! Girasol!"

Alfred turned to me. "Who? Oh! Canada? You want a turn?" All eyes turned to Matthew and me, and he shrank down. "C'mon, bro, speak up!"

"O-Okay..." Matthew said, standing. "Um..." He stared at the other countries and whimpered.

"I can't." He sat down.

"Matt!" You said, sitting beside him. "What the heck, man? Are you gonna be espantado all your life?" Matthew looked at me. "It means scared."

A man who looked a lot like Lovino stood. "So, who's going to take care of the kid?" He asked, referring to me, probably.

"I can handle it myself!" I growled. "I don't need nobody! But, if you INSIST, can I choose?"

Alfred nodded. "Sure, Sunflower."

"Girasol." I corrected him.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes. Looking at the countries, I didn't like what I had to choose from, until I saw red eyes flash from the door. I walked over to it, and opened it revealing a young man with silver hair and red eyes.