America the Mysterious (United States of America #1.5)

His American Wife (Spain) (Part 1)

"Spain."

America blinked, wondering if she heard her boss correctly.

"I beg your pardon sir?" she asked.

The President winced, as if he had been wishing she would not ask. "I said that it was Spain who requested this marriage alliance."

America blinked again, and if this had been one of Japan's animes, she would have question marks floating over her head, and, by the way her boss was looking at her, he was thinking the same thing.

"...Did he say as to why he wanted this?" she then asked.

"You know of how low the economy is in Spain right now?" Upon America's nod, the President continued. "Well, it turns out it is growing worse than we thought it would, and riots are happening as a result. The people are very desperate to get themselves and their families fed, and it's also starting to affect the royal family too."

America winced. "Oh good god...but how does Spain think that we will be able to help him with this?"

"I'm sure you're aware of how low our population has gone, yes? Well, it's thanks to that that our economy has grown much better than ever before, and according to Spain and the King, we have the resources needed to fix the economic problems."

America opened her mouth, but the President held up a hand. "There's a reason why they're asking for a marriage alliance instead of a different one, and it's because of the other problems that are rising up as a result of the economy. Some of the other countries are attempting to take advantage of Spain and perhaps take it over, and having a temporary alliance will only mean that they will still take advantage of the country when they're left vulnerable."

"So marrying me secures protection for Spain and his people," America clarified.

"That's correct."

America pondered, understanding her boss' words, but not liking them. Of course, Spain was one of the nations that was never directly cruel to her throughout the centuries, but at the same time he did nothing to stop it. As a result, America was never close to him, and that was saying something considering the fact that she hated him as much as her mother did for allowing the massacre of so many of Mexico's native people.

She has not forgiven him for that, don't forget that.

She also thought to why Spain did not go to other countries for this kind of alliance, then understood. There weren't that many female countries, and in some other countries, a person marrying someone of the same gender would be considered taboo, and may only lead to further problems. Not only that, but the female countries that were out there would not be powerful enough to ward off the threat of the other countries taking over, and there was only one that could.

America sighed to herself, praying she would not regret this decision.

"So what are you going to do?" asked her boss, looking at her with patient eyes.

America said nothing at first, and she took that moment to sigh mutely and look out the windows, where the gardens gently moved with the weak breeze.

"I'd like to speak to Mr. Fernandes in person if that's alright," she said. "After that, I will make a decision."

The President nodded and reached for the phone. "That can be arranged America."

"Is that all?"

"Yes, you can go now."

With a curtsy, America walked out of the office, closing the door behind her as her boss prepared to phone the King of Spain. Left alone at last, America walked towards the guest quarters of the White House to prepare one of the rooms for Spain's arrival.