ROYALTY SECRETS

chapter 3. The lovely queen

Mexico's pov

I made my way through the shiny and empty halls, I searched for something other than the party. My husband, of course, loves the beautiful partys, sometimes I think its for those other queens that are way better looking than me. But he says that isn't. I wandered the halls until I saw my friend, the servant, America. I went to wave but she was at my stepsons door.

"Prince Russia, I have returned" she said so politely

He opened the door rather quickly and.....wasn't wearing a shirt.

"How many times do i have to say it? Call me Russia" My son said.
Welp, now I see why he declines all the princesses. He has feelings for the servant, that's adorable. Though it's like those fairytales, forbidden love. Her face showed a deep shade of red, she walked in with him closing the door. I laughed quietly, walking towards the door. I listened to their little chat before I heard nothing. I opened the door to see my fantastic son laying on top of America. I smiled at the view, the smiles on their face melted my heart. I closed the door only to be face to face with my husband, soviet.

"Is are son okay?" He asked, I love when he calls Russia "are son"

"Yes love, just checking on him" I replied using the sweetest tone I could manage. I dont want him to become suspicious, if he finds America with him...things will not end well.

He gave me a smile and nodded, he gently grabbed my hand and held it as we walked to our room that was pretty far. The pary had ended that night, mostly everyone has left but some were waiting at the gates to leave.

"Do you know where America had went?" Soviet questioned

"Why do you ask?" I replied

"Well she just.....disappeared" soviet said, getting a little annoyed

"She went to help Russia we things" I told him

Soviet growled "I don't like that thing near my son" Soviet said slowly. He went into thought and glared at the ground. "My son depends way to much on that thing" Soveit said.

"Well, she is helpful" I said, trying to make him think positive about America.

"Well if she is helping my son, then I'm grateful, but otherwise I dont like her" Soviet said annoyed

I chuckled at his frustration, making him look at me and smile. He leaned in and kissed me passionately which I greatly did as well. Believe it or not, but I was never a princess nor filthy rich. In fact, I was a average town person who went through life easily. I wasn't poor nor wealthy but in fact just....normal.

I've been married to him for four years now, 2 years after America arrived. Four years ago, he came to town. He told his people that he wanted to see his wonderful town. He walked around greeting, waving, and talking with people. I was just a normal shop owner, I owned a bread shop, not the best job or.....interesting but it made good money. He surprisingly went into my shop, shocking me. The king? In my shop? Those were my first reactions at first. When he greeted, I stared deeply into his eyes, a brownish red. I could feel my hearts pounding against my chest, my stomach jumping up and down, and my face setting on fire. I stuttered greet him, if that makes sense, he smiled and just stared at me......for awhile before snapping back to reality. He quickly apologized, which I told him it was fine and asked if he needed anything on that fine evening. He thought for a moment before saying he didnt need anything but just came out of curiosity. When he left my shop, I found myself thinking about him constantly.

About a month, I was walking through the fine streets when kingdom guards came to me. They asked my name, which I greatly told them without hesitation. They nodded, they took out a paper and read it. For a minute I thought I was dreaming, the king asked for my hand in marriage. Turns out, he felt the same way when he saw me. I think the guards notice because I was burning bright red, I went to the kingdom shaky. I met the king who stuttered to tell me how he felt, I happily told him i would marry him which he immediately started celebrating. I laughed at his silliness which only made him look at me with love eyes.

So since then, I've been happily married to him. Realized he had a wife before and had Russia who was awkwardly older then me by a two years since I was fifteen. He finally calls me mom with no embarrassment, it's nice but I dont get to see my family. I met America, who I'm younger then, when she came to my room to help me get ready for my marriage, we made a connection and became friends. I do see how my husband treated her but it was worse before, I made him a little better but it's still bad. I'm trying though.