Hidden Truths

Chapter Eight ~ Interrogation

"You heard the man Alejandro, you have to do something about you know what," a blond boy snapped at the Mexican. It was rather early in the day, so they were the only ones awake. Alejandro was up to tend to the fields, and Carlos was up to talk to him.

"I know, I will. But not now..." he explained, starting to water some plants.

"You're gonna break everyone else up before doing it with her aren't you?" Carlos snapped, rolling his eyes as he did so.

"No, no, I'm not...I just have to wait for the right time—but then again she probably heard," he shrugged, then moved to the tomatoes.

"Wait for-a what?" an English voice sounded. It was Romano. He was up early to get away from Spain and get some...answers.

"Ay, lo siento—sorry sir, we probably shouldn't be talking eh?" Mexico was just about to turn away when Romano insisted.

"Well you have to-a tell me."

"Actually he does not, since eh, after what you see—saw earlier—"

"Shh, Carlos," it was Alejandro's turn to snap. He didn't want Romano getting mad then then getting into more trouble. "What would you like to know?"

"Everything."

"Ay, um, okay so, I'm Alejandro, this is Carlos. I am México and he is Venezuela. I am from North America and he is from South America," he explained, accent thick.

"Hm. I am Italy," Romano explained, then allowed them to continue.

"I forget..it was probably a hundred years ago that I was colonized, it was probably that long since all of us were colonized. We've been living here for um, 50 years I believe. I used to love with my dad—but señor Carriedo is all..all I...all I need now," he straightened up. He didn't mean that but maybe, just maybe this was a test and Antonio was testing their loyalty.

"Did he die? Like my grandpa?" Romano asked, naively.

"Um, yes. B-but that's because señ- Mr. Carriedo found him incompetent, and not needed, I have no say with my opinion here."

"Oh, cool," this wasn't cool... "who killed him exactly? Germania killed my grandpa, they had been fighting for several years, then he died too. Probably guilt," Romano shrugged and Alejandro wished Antonio could die of guilt too..but it seemed he wasn't capable of feeling such things. Before the other day he didn't believe Antonio could really care about another.

"Mr. Carriedo did sir," he didn't want to say anything else, and that was evident, even to little old Lovino. The Italian turned to Carlos.

"Oh, um, I...heh, I don't quite remember, pardon," he stuttered, not wanting to say anything that would upset him or Alejandro more. The Mexican wished he did the same thing.

"Hm, okay, I'm gonna go tomato picking now," at that he left. No one could take him seriously with this attitude. Little did he know he was just using a little something out of Feliciano's book.

~

"My goodness, he's weird, maybe that's why Antonio likes him," Carlos told Alejandro as they got back to work.

"Maybe it's because he's naive," the black haired boy shrugged.

"Maybe because he's from Europe," someone suddenly said, "he gets him more money and ups his status in the mainland," the two boys turned to see who it was. Santiago (Argentina).

Alejandro took this in and understood.
"I bet at least one of us has more benefits for Spain though," he huffed, but he obviously couldn't do anything about that, not that he cared. He wasn't even talking about him, right? He meant Carlos, no, he meant Santiago.

"But Al, this might actually be his kid too you know? He was part or Rome right? Rome adopted him after Iberia, so maybe since Romano is Rome's grandson, he's his son's kid," Carlos explained, although even he struggled to make sense of his thoughts.

"I mean, that would his eyes and hair and attitude, and maybe that's why he had his own language...but his skin is a bit more fair," Mexico noted. "Maybe his mother was Roman or something."

"No, his mother must be another country because he's been that age for as long as I remember."

"Hm, I've seen Belgium here a lot—but wait! England. Yes. England and him have been fighting for so long, maybe it's for custody of their child," Carlos' mind was now swimming in endless possibilities.

"Wait! Isn't England friends with Portugal? I can ask Dani to ask Gabe," Santiago butted in.

"Dani's not meeting Gabe again," Alejandro said, remembering what Spain had said, but then...

"You don't get to tell him what to do," Santiago suddenly said. Carlos began to walk back, but Alejandro shot him a look.

"You know what? Carlos has the right to go if he wants to. Stop being that jerk who killed your dad," Santiago dismissed Carlos, who ran out, not another glance.

"I'm not trying to order you around, I'm trying not to get you guys killed. You know what Mr. Ca—Spain did to Portugal? He killed him okay? That was his brother. Daniel isn't even related to him, he will torture him and then that would be on me."

"Why? Why does it need to be on you? Why is it always you? Why can't you let other people do things damnit, why do you have to kill yourself?! Why is it you're the one to take extra things to do?? I-" he noticed he didn't sound all that jealous anymore. His voice cracked as he said, "do you know what I'd do if you—"

They kissed.

It was strange, but passionate.

Meanwhile Carlos went to get someone he thought could calm Alejandro down, because he had the tendency to get really pissed. That wasn't what happened though.

"Al you've got to sto—" Maria was halfway through the door.