A Taste Of Payback

I'll Wait For You

The two teenagers ran into the house, wanting nothing more then to get out of their formal clothes and rest. "Beat you to the front door!" Alfred yelled as his feet sprinted underneath him.                  

"No you wont!" Esmeralda called out as she ran right past him, bare feet hitting the pavement and heels in her hands. She was always the fastest. With Alfred following in second and Matt in last. Esmeralda won their little race with no effort. Alfred came up behind her panting. "Man, are you in shape or what" he laughed.

"I'm a natural", she said cutely as she closed and locked the door behind them. "I'm gonna go take this shit off in my room".

Alfred nodded, "I gotta use it". He ran over to the bathroom. Esmeralda smiled and walked up the stairs slowly and stopped when she reached the top. She looked over at Lovino's side of the floor. "Miss you already", she wondered what she was going to do without her little buddy. She wondered if anything was going to change in his absence. She frowned as she went into her room. She threw her heels aside into an unknown corner. A loud clank was heard as they hit the wall, leaving a skid mark. She looked at it and shrugged, with a slight smile on her face.

She flopped down on her bed with a heavy sigh. She closed her eyes peacefully and let her thoughts wander. Her mind roamed pointlessly for a minute before she opened her eyes. She looked at herself in the mirror that Spain bought her.

"So you can see how beautiful you are whenever you want" was what he said as he placed the shiny thing on her desk a couple months ago.

She looked at the way her black hair effortlessly curled and went up to the elaborate hairstyle France put it in. She looked at how the loose short strands in front framed her face, making her look mature and sophisticated. She saw how the dark red lipstick made her skin tone pop brilliantly. The red of her dress made her glow. She slouched and then straightened up again, observing the curves in her side, back, and chest.

Yes she looked beautiful, but she didn't feel natural. She knew she was still pretty without all the European fashion and cosmetic load but there was something about the way it made her up. She looked like a different version of herself. From a different dimension. She didn't look like the Aztec warrior, who she said she would never lose that part of her. No, she looked like Spain's little colony.

Whether she liked it or not, she knew that was who she was. She wasn't an Aztec warrior. She was Spain's happy little piece of land. She remembered when Spain won her, how she swore to give him hell and avenge her mother. How she would never change and stay true to her mothers way of living. She frowned because she knew she had forgotten her promise and left it to die out. How she allowed herself to laugh with Spain and cook and garden with him. How instead of plotting against him, she was plotting pranks on Romano. She thought about how happy she was with Spain and she felt a slight tear roll down her cheek.

Spain tried more then anything to make her happy. To not want to make her rebel or runaway. She thought about how she looked in her clothes, how he was transforming her. She couldn't help but wonder, if this was all a brainwashing move that she would be so happy in the end, that Spain would keep her rich land forever.

"But Spain loves me right? He's not using me....Is he? And even worse, am I falling into his trap? I know he can be a sick twisted bastard but....Is he just using me?" she wiped a tear away as she slipped off the bottom layer of her ensemble while keeping on the rest. Her dress deflated and her legs welcomed cool air. Esmeralda then took off the top red silky layer, leaving her in a sheer white dress and the corset. She didn't realize she was still crying until she tasted a tear.

"I'm so sorry mama...I'm nothing Aztec anymore...I'm Catholic. I'm a colony for a European nation. I speak Spanish now", she was grateful for everything Spain and his country had taught her, but she couldn't help but feel as if she had failed her mother. Her mother who fought so hard to keep her little capitol. She felt guilty for loving life with Spain. New Spain broke down silently sobbing until she remembered something. She ran over to her drawer and took out a small clothe from the bottom. She unwrapped it and took out the ruby ring inside of it.