(Note: I'm using random names, and when the colonies speak to each other it's in Spanish)
"Maybe he could help with your plan hermano!" a blonde boy nudged at the black haired boy who was yelled at the other day.
"No. You saw what happened to her..." he shivered at the thought, "that pervert took her! I'm not going through all of that," he shook his head, "it's safer without his help, just make sure he doesn't come here okay? Carlos!" he shook another awake: Venezuela, he didn't even have the worse time zone difference!
"What?" the boy woke up, groggy from sleep, "we've been at this for like a century—"
"It's been 1 and a half," someone interjected.
"Okay, 1 and a half, but still. I don't see it changing any time soon," he explained, now walking over to a girl who was fast asleep. He shook her and told her they'd have to start cooking soon.
"We have to start working Alejandro," the same blond boy told the raven haired one. He groaned and nodded his head.
"I know, have you seen Maria?" he asked, where on earth could she be?
"I think she's with Lai again I think, he lives with Ned so," he explained, he knew how Alejandro didn't like Maria's other...friends.
"You see where they went?" he asked, scowling a bit, they had a schedule to keep up to and Maria was always hanging out with those Asian guys, eating mangoes...why couldn't she just spend that time with him? Being productive?? He calmed himself.
"East wing, that's where Sant is supposed to be," he explained, looking at the other blond, who just put his arms up to fake surrender and left the room.
"Kay, see you," he nodded at his best friend, sure he knew everyone there, but Carlos, Carlos was his best friend. Then it was either Sant or Maria, he couldn't choose. He went up to the tower at the east wing and caught up with Santiago who had already began moping.
"So you don't remember how to say anything?" Alejandro could hear a voice, "I mean I could probably understand if you said anything," he urged.
"Lo siento Lai, I don't remember, all I can think of is Spanish," a familiar voice sighed. Mexico made it all the way up and interrupted their conversation.
"Maria first floor, Spaña will be mad," he sighed, not even acknowledging the Indonesian's presence.
"I guess I'll be going then," Lai grumbled, not being able to understand what Alejandro had just said.
"Okay, bye!" Maria nodded happily as she spoke the limited English she knew so they could still communicate.
"Who let him in?" Mexico asked the shorter girl.
"I did," she shrugged, as they went down to get their cleaning supplies. "Don't worry, no one saw," she added, after seeing the expression on his face.
"Careful, I don't know what I'd do if..." he sighed, they couldn't be talking about this, not now, they had work.
"You don't need to work so hard Mex," she used the nickname she had given him. "We may be stupid and I dunno, careless at times, but sometimes that's the only thing that keeps us sane. You should try some time, we could do some singing, dancing," she smiled, "or whatever you'd like really, just have to make sure España isn't around."
"He'd kill me," he replied softly, looking down.
"I wouldn't let that happen."
"Even if you tried, he's a tyrant, just stay alive for now corazón, one day you me, Sant, Carlos and I don't know, maybe even that Italian brat will be free, then we can sing and play our days away."
"Okay, but question?"
"Hm?"
"Did you have a language before Señor Fernandez Carriedo gave you Spanish?" she asked, but those simple words put together made the boy's mind shove memories and words...into his face.
He froze for a second.
"Um, yea, Aztec, but that was a long time ago, I'm encouraged to forget and um...I will," he sounded brainwashed or something.
"Oh, okay, well Lai and Mal still speak some of my old language, and I'm gonna try to get it back," she exclaimed happily. He nodded and they walked the rest of the way in silence.
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"SANTIAGO!!!" Carlos yelled from his spot on the stairs, he was looking out a window, spying on 2 people.
"What is it? So loud, dios mio," he rolled his eyes and came to the window, he covered his eyes. "What the..."
"Would you look at that," he shook his head and then smacked Santiago's hands away from his face, "Dani's got a thing for Gabe," he shook his head again and stopped looking out the window.
"See how that works out, I bet it will though, seeing as Dani is," he smirked, "Dani."
"Not funny Santiago! When Alejandr—"
"Who made him our leader anyways huh? Why isn't it me? Why isn't it you? Why isn't it Javier?" he asked, it always seemed to be Alejandro this, Alejandro that. Sure he was one of his best friends, but he was starting to become like Spain.
"Because, you have a temper amor, and I don't want to, and Javier is out I dunno maybe he's sick, those volcanoes," he explained, then he rolled his eyes and went back to cleaning. "If Spain catches you, he'll catch them, and Gabe will be captured too, so shh okay?"
"Fine..."
This is so filled with OCS I'm not even sure if they should be OCS and if they have canon names and descriptions but whatever. But if u don't like OCS and a story only really using the idea of personified countries, then here's a short story for u. Um. Ciao.
Names 'n' stuff.
Santiago: Argentina
Alejandro: Mexico
Carlos: Venezuela
Phara: Haiti
Maria: Philippines
Lai: Indonesia
Javier: El Salvador
David: Costa Rica
Pascal: Jamaica
Daniel: Colombia
Gabriel (doesn't live w/ them): Brazil
Florencia: Guatemala
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