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Runaway Husband

(UNIFINISHED JUST NEEDED TO SEE what you guys and the person who requested this thinks then I'll finish :D)

This lovelt oneshot was requested by a genius named- Oli-Writer

Warning
Mexico might be those r/nicegirls(or just a plain bitch) sorry Mexico, you're the only country that came to my mind, still love you... ;-;

Translate
Más apretado-"Tighter." In Spanish

Asombrosa- "Amazing" in Spanish(feminine)

Princesa- 'Princess' in Spanish

The Author's made-up countryhumans dictionary for the story👇🏽
(Only one word temporally)

1: Land Maid- Is basically like a maid in real life but not human, instead of them being a random country they're pieces of working unclaimed land. So they don't have a flag, that means their skin is usually grey or snowflake white.

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Author's POV:

America was always seen as a lucky, perfect,spoiled, high-class, young,snobby country. Why? Well, how wouldn't you see someone like that if they're part of the most affluent family in the world? People thought America had it all, if only they knew how wrong they were. The truth was, America was anxious, had anxiety, and is always expected to be the best to his 'loving' parents. His parents mostly see him as something they can show off to others and control. His cousins and other distant relatives are no better, they're jealous by America because he's always getting the most attention in the family tree and by how he's always seen as the 'golden child' which is not true in the slightest.

"P-pardon father?" America stuttered his blood running cold, "I said." The UK affirmed arduously, "You will be having an arranged marriage with the Spanish Empire's eldest daughter, Mexico." Britain hummed making America's face expression look like it screamed horror. "B-but...why?" America asks his voice already raspy, "We need to have nice and stable relationship with the Spanish, so we ether loan money or have an arranged marriage, and I'm not loaning any of my money." Britain explained adjusting his tie. "But I don't want to marry Mexico-" Slap! America stood still with his head turned the other direction, a red hand print on the side of his face appearing like a scar. "I don't care, you're gonna do this or you will be disowned from the whole family. Got it?" Britain warned, America nodded slowly not saying another word, resisting the urge to cry.

Few days later

Done, everything was perfect for the wedding. The cake, the guest list, the photographers, florists, and caterers. Only 45 minutes until the ceremony starts, America never felt so depressed. Ever since he heard the news that'll he'll be forced into marrying someone he didn't love he completely isolated from almost everyone he knew, his friends and siblings.

Despite America's sorrow, Mexico was overjoyed. She always liked the American, but America never liked her back, he only wanted to stay as friends. Now this is her chance, America will be forced to like her, kiss her, hold her, and treat her like a princess. She was already thinking what their 'future' child's name is gonna be. "More mascara and blushing, I need to look like a goddess!" Mexico exclaimed at her makeup artist who squeaked at the outburst, now it was time for the bodice for her wedding dress. "Tighter!" Mexico exclaims, one of the land maids pulled on to the strings of the bodice to make it smaller so Mexico can look skinnier. "Más apretado! Pull the strings more!" Mexico demands. The land maid did as told, "P-perfect..." Mexico wheeze looking at her self in the mirror, the bodice is rigorously crushing her torso, but at least her waist looks thin."Now I'll look even more asombrosa in the wedding dress."