ROYALTY SECRETS

chapter 12. FIND THEM!

Mexicos POV

I wasnt happy, this wedding, the wife, this day is just.......awful. Dont get me wrong, Princess Philippines is a sweet girl, young and beautiful. But she doesn't fit the prince, especially since my bestfriend is in love with him. When Russia announced he was marrying the sweet princess, I could see the devastation in Americas eyes. But rage filled her eyes as well, you could easily mistaken her emotion because of it. Though, nothing could be done. I cant speak the truth to Soviet, god knows what will happen if he figures out our secret.

"My love, are you listening?"

I snapped out of my thoughts when my dear husband called my name, I looked towards him who was standing in front of a mirror adjusting his suit. He was looking at me with concern filling his eyes. I sighed "sorry dear, just lost in thought" I replied, giving a smile. He smiled back, walking towards me. Once he got closer, he pounced on me like a cat catching mice. He placed his hands beside my shoulders as he pinned me on the bed. I giggled at his silliness, I could see the peachy red hue form on his face. He leaned down, giving me a quick kiss. After leaning back up he asked "what's wrong" it sounded more of a demand then a question. "Does Russia look happy to you?" I asked, I wanted him to rethink his decision on forcing our son into marriage for his plan. Which was to trick the princess's kingdom into peace. He looked down, with a frown and upset look. I could tell he was bothered by my question, but I didnt stop there. "You know that......dont you?" I asked, giving a pity look. I may be known for one of the sweetest queens out there, but even the nicest person can have a wild side.

He got off me, removing his hands away from me. He walked towards his desk, which had scattered papers, empty cups of ink, and a steel pen. He grabbed his chair and turned it sideways, he slumped in the chair fiddling with the steel pen. "I'm aware " he finally said. "But, he has to deal with it" shock rose into my body, did he really just say that? I was kinda pissed at this answer. "Soviet, you cant say that" I said, anger filled my words. "I can say what I want!!" Soviet said angrily, slamming his fist against the desk. I frowned, I scoffed before getting up and walking towards the door. "Where are you going?" I heard my husband say, I could hear his chair screech when forcefully moved aside. "Somewhere away from you" I said with anger spilling from my mouth, I didnt bother looking at him. I grabbed the golden handle of the door and twisted it, I swung it opened. I took a deep breath and dusted my dress off. I began to walk as I heard loud boots stomp towards me. "You cant just leave me there without giving me a explanation" I heard Soviet say angrily. "Oh and why is that" I said, adding sass to my words. I heard him growl at my response "because, your mad at me and I dont know why" He said through his teeth, I could tell he was holding the rage inside. "Oh wow, couldn't you tell?" I said, lifting my hands in the air like I was drawing a rainbow. I heard his loud deep growl of anger as he painfully grabbed my wrist, I yelped as a stinging feel electrocuted up my arm. I felt the tears prick my eyes as I shoved him with my free arm. He let go of my hand in surprise and turned to me.

"You think you can treat me like that?!" I yelled, as tears slid down my face. "My love, i-" "No! Soviet, you cant do that to me!" I yelled, tears now dropping from my chin. Soviet eyes started to shine as tears swelled. He blinked a couple times before looking away from me, the tears now sliding down his cheek. "I'm sorry mexico, I shouldn't have done that I just-" I couldn't bare his guilt anymore, I stood up on my toes and grabbed his shoulders, I pulled him down to my level giving him a soft kiss. He grabbed my waist, as he bent his back. Problem is, I'm short as hell compared to him, so he probably has back problems because of me. He kissed me back gently, pulling me closer to me. So now my chest his against his, as we parted his bright smile formed on his face. "You were just angry, dont tear yourself down because of it" I said, rubbing his shoulder. He smiled, giving me a kiss on my cheek.

"King soviet!" A royal guard yelled. Soviet turn towards them, he straightened his back looking at them dead in the eye. "Yes?" Soviet said, keeping his dark demeanor. "Prince Russia had escaped the castle with once of the maids!" The guards nervously told Soviet. Soviet angrily glared at the guard, his body trembled with rage as he clenched his fist and teeth. "What do you mean?!" Soviet yelled. "They escaped through the garden" the guard said, his voice lowered. Soviet growled "which maid?! "America sir" the f
Guard said. I went wide eyed and looked up to Soviets pissed face. "Send guards to look through the town for my son" Soviet demanded. "What about the maid?" Once of the three guards asked. "Death" Soviet said, his voice was empty and cold.

I felt my heart drop. America? Death? W-What? No no, he cant be serious. But he's always serious, I can't let her die! They just want to be with each other! Cant he see that!?

I could feel millions of tears slide down my face as i thought about every way she could die. Handged, shot, burned alive, drowned, left into wild. The thoughts rushed though my mind, I couldn't get them out.

I wont let it happen.....