Mexico grew up with the Aztecs. To them she was basically another God, she was the representative of their people. She never aged. Ever. She loved her home, and her people.
She would sometimes go sledding down hills when she had free time. But she couldn't help but wonder what life what like out side her ancient home.
Bold is mayan
She often sat by the hills and gazed at the stars, at which her bestfriends would join her.
"Mexica what is wrong" her friend questioned.
"Nothing."
"We have heard the priest, he tells that Quetzalcoatl will return soon and we must be ready. The age of the jaguar is upon us. "
Mexico couldn't help but ponder what her friend meant. Why at this time would this God arrive? Why now? She never questioned her peoples predictions. But she had a bad feeling about this.
YOU ARE READING
Mexico's journey
Fiksi PenggemarThis is not going to be historically accurate, but then again Hetalia isn't either. So. Enjoy
