America the Mysterious (United States of America #1.5)

*BONUS CHAPTER*: Puerto Rico

Please keep in mind that I am not familiar with Puerto Rican Spanish or Spanish in general, so if I mess up with the translation, please let me know.

Ah, Old San Juan.

America was always attracted to colorful cities, or cities that spoke of majesty. It was why she spent so much time in her cities, ranging from the diverse people, to the restaurants, and to the buildings themselves. But color and history attracted her too.

And Old San Juan had exactly that.

Considering how warm it was today, America had ordered a delicious piragua from one of the nearest vendors, but made sure to order a second one in case her daughter wanted one. These desserts were one of her favorites, and America didn't want to leave her out.

She was here to visit her after all.

America continued walking through the streets of the city until she arrived to a certain manor that was sky blue in color, possessed many flowers in the front garden, and had the sea in the background.

Smiling, she walked towards the door and knocked on the door three times.

"Xiomara, ¿estás en casa? (Xiomara, are you home?)" she called.

She didn't get a response at first, though she did hear footsteps rushing towards the door, which was then opened shortly after. The figure that greeted her was a twelve-year-old girl with wavy mid-back length dark brown hair whose side bangs framed her heart-shaped face, tan skin, a slender yet slightly pudgy body, and sky blue eyes. She was wearing a white headband in her hair today, which matched her white dress and sandals.

The girl smiled big upon seeing her. "¡Mamá!" she greeted, wrapping her arms around her mother's waist. America chuckled, being careful with the piraguas so she wouldn't drop them on accident.

She then wrapped her arms around her daughter in turn, once more being careful with the cups. "¿Cómo está mi pequeña guerrera (How is my little warrior doing)?" she asked.

"¡Estoy bien mamá! ¿Que pasa contigo? ¿Por qué no me dijiste que estabas aquí hoy? No te esperaba hasta mañana (I'm well Mama! What about you? Why didn't you tell me you were here today? I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow)."

"Terminé mi trabajo temprano (I got my work done early)," said America. "Sin embargo, todos tus hermanos vendrán mañana (Your siblings will all be coming tomorrow though)."

Xiomara smiled big. "¡Muy bien!" She then spotted the piragua in her mother's hand. "Mamá, es que (Mom, is that)--"

"Sí," said America, handing her the cup. "Estaba en camino aquí, así que pensé que te conseguiría uno (I was on my way here, so I thought I would get you one)."

Xiomara gingerly took the cup from her mother, eyed it a moment, and grinned happily. "¡Gracias Mamá! ¡No tenías que hacerlo, pero gracias (Thank you Mom! You didn't have to, but thank you)!"

America just smiled as she allowed Xiomara to bring her into the house.

Born in 1898, Xiomara was the personification of Puerto Rico, and being that she had many buildings and streets influenced by the Spanish, and had been colonized by them, America knew that Xiomara was Spain's youngest child. She also shared the same womb with Hawaii, making the two twin half-sisters, though unlike Hawaii, who was quiet and shy when she had been born, Xiomara was a feisty little thing, determined to be independent and do things on her own, even when she couldn't.

America supposed that stemmed from her love for adventure, her country being full of music and art, and perhaps even her declaration of independence from Spain. She had to admit that it helped Xiomara a lot though, especially in regards to Cuba.