Mexico's Adventures

Attack

"Hey! G! Wakey wakey!" Feliciano's voice woke me, and it appeared I was still at Alfred's house-mansion thing.

"Hello, Feli! What are we doing today?" I asked, getting up and stretching.

I was wearing a black tank top with gray shorts. "Well, we're going-a shopping, bella! Especially for you, a treat! France is-a coming-" Feli stopped at my look of horror.

"Feli! Did we NOT discuss this last night?! I will not be ANYWHERE near Francis or Antonio, got it? So, tell him to go home." I hissed, making Feliciano flinch.

"But-a G! He's already here! With Spain!" I almost fainted. "Is that-a bad thing?" I nodded, still at a loss for words. "Okay! I'll tell then to-a go home~" He said, but then I heard Lovino.

"Go HOME you d**n tomato bastard! Mexico is NOT coming with you b****s!" I sighed. Typical Lovino.

"Alright, c'mon, Feli. Lets grab Arthur, Al, Gil and Matt-"

"You heard Romano! Go home, and I can be the HERO!"

"You better leave Girasol alone! We're her bodyguards now!"

"You bloody wankers! Get out of here, FROG!"

"Vhy are you here, friends? I no longer trust you! Vhen I get through vith you..!"

"Well, lets just go-"

"Hahaha! You will NEVER reach Gira! Just you TRY, freaks!"

"Uh-huh! Y'all want Gira, y'all are gonna have to get through Cana and me!" I smiled at the familiar tones.

"Cana! Lasso!" I shouted, running down the stairs to see the guys and girls lined up around Antonio and Francis.

"Hey, girly!" Cana said, her gun out. "Right now, we're kinda busy, so..." I nodded, and grabbed my machete.

"Ohonhonhon! I see Mexico is very important, no?" Francis said, smiling. "Why is that, Gilbert? Come on, my friend! Come back to the BTT, or never see this thing again!"

I watched, as Francis held up the hostage - Gilbird. "No! France, vhy? Vhat is not very fair, ja? Let Zhe Awesome Gilbird go!" Gilbert cried, literally, on his knees, begging.

"Ohonhonhon! Not until you surrender, yes?" He squeezed Gilbird, making him squeak.

"Okay, first of all, Francis? Stop 'Ohonhonhon-ing', 'kay? Second, let the 'Bird go, and you don't get hurt." I said, Cana and Lasso behind me, nodding in agreement.

Francis looked hurt. "But, Mexico, it is so much fun!" He whined. I rolled my eyes.

"Look here, fancy-pants, my friend here has a gun. So, let the bird go, si?" I smiled, and laughed. Cana smiled, and pulled out her pepper spray, shooting at Francis and Antonio.

"Argh! Belle, why did you pepper spray me?!" Francis cried, holding his face.

"'Cause I can!" Cana said, and burst out laughing, earning us three weird looks from the guys.

"Papa, stop this! Arrêter!" Matthew cried, and everyone looked at him. "Leave Mexico alone, France!" Francis looked at Matthew.

"Aw, Matthew! You've grown... Though, I must capture Mexico for Spain." I smirked, and lunged for Francis, digging my nails into his arm.

"Ah!" Francis cried, flinging me off. I was thrown into Alfred's china cabinet, breaking everything in it, the glad falling onto me.

"Maldito..!" I cried, looking at my cut up arms. "Francisco, voy a matar usted!" I shouted in Spanish, fire in my eyes. Slapping Francis across the face, I kicked him in the stomach.

"Gira...Sol!" He cried.

"G! Stop, you're-a going to kill him!" I was stopped by Feliciano's words. I finally noticed that Francis was was on his knees, wheezing.

"En triste, Francisco..." I said, and ran up the stairs.

{Translations;

"Maldito": D**n

"Francisco, voy a matar usted!": Francis, I'll kill you!

"En triste, Francisco": I'm sorry, Francis}

I heard footsteps, and Alfred opened my door. "Gira, you okay? What happened down there, dudette?" He asked, sitting down beside me on the bed.

"No lo sé, Alfredo. No sé qué me ha pasado!" I cried, still stuck in "Spanish Mode" as I called it. When I get a emotion really bad, that's when I get "Spanish Mode".

{Tanslations;

"No lo sé, Alfredo": I don't know, Alfred.

"No sé qué me ha pasado": I don't know what came over me!}

"Okay, Gira, I don't understand you, so, once you calm down or whatever, I'm downstairs." Alfred said, leaving.

~~~

{France's POV}

Whoa. When I went to get Mexico, I expected to get her quick and easy. Instead, I went to the hospital. "So, France, what exactly happened?" Spain asked me.

"Mexico! She almost killed me, Spain! Killed ME!" I shrieked.

"Well, she's stronger AND smarter than we thought then, si? And you said she started speaking Spanish after you threw her?" Spain asked.

I nodded. "Yes, ami. And, she has many allies." Spain sat down next to my hospital bed, rubbing his forehead.

"Mi amigo, what happens when I'm having strong emotions? I speak Spanish. It's the same with every country, si." He said. I nodded.

This was going to be a long recovery.

~~~

{Girasol's POV}

"Calmarse, Girasol, calmarse!" I said, laying down, my arms in bandages that Matthew had done. He was now sitting on the foot of my bed.

"Uh, Girasol, are you okay?" He asked me.

"Si, yo estoy bien." I replied, rubbing my forehead. "Matthew, llegar Alfredo." I said, hoping he'd understand.

{Translations;

"Calmarse, Girasol, calmarse": Calm, Girasol, calm.

"Si, yo estoy bien": Yes, I am fine.

"Matthew, llegar Alfredo": Matthew, get Alfred.}

Matthew looked confused at first, but then nodded. "Okay, hold on." He said, going to get Alfred. A moment later, Alfred was sitting beside me again.

"So, what happened? That was... Cool, I guess." Alfred said, laughing nervously.

"You're afraid, aren't you?" I asked, looking at my arms.

"H-Huh? Nu-un! Why would I be afraid of you? You're my friend, right?" Al stammered.

"You're afraid, HERO." I said again, smiling. "It's okay. Lots are afraid. Until I met you, Cana and Lasso where my only friends, because THEY weren't afraid."

Alfred looked at me, frowning. "Your only friends? Why... Why didn't you tell us?" He asked.

"Because... I was afraid you'd leave me, too."

"'Too'? Who else left you?"

"Antonio."