It was lazy Sunday in the Gomez Manor. She had invited a few of her fellow friends over for some quality gaming. They were currently playing Call Of Duty Black Ops 3 online.
"Keseseses, we make a good team (y/n)!" Gilbert said to me as we shot down player after player. Finally, we got to the two people we were looking for.
"What the hell Mex! You shot the hero!" Alfred yelled.
"I swear on Thor's hammer that we will get revenge!" Mathias yelled, raising his fist into the air. His mistake. Gilbert immediately shot him in the head, winning an achievement. If you couldn't tell already, I'm hanging out with the Awesome Trio which consists of America, Prussia, and Denmark. But right now, it seems like it's the awesome duo, which would be Gilbert and I.
*Timeskip brought to you by Italy's Curl*
A victory sign was portrayed on Gilbert's and I's side of the t.v screen. We whooped in victory, laughing at the sore losers seated next to us. Their whines of protest finally quieted down and we sat down, thinking of what to do next. In a flash, Alfred got up and snapped his fingers with a huge smile on his face.
"What if we ask each other questions about our countries." We all agreed and the game began.
"Okay Mex. We'll ask you questions first. They snickered and looked at the laptop screen in front of them. I tried looking to see what they were up to but to no avail.
"Is it true that Mexicans only drink tequila." Was the first abrupt question that was asked by Alfred. And it just so happened that I was halfway in drinking my shot of tequila.
"No, we don't always drink tequila. There's plenty of other drinks we love like horchata, jamaica, and lots of other drinks." She answered honestly.
"Is it true that all Mexicans wear sombreros?" Mathias asked me, eyes going wide in anticipation.
"What! No. Just because I'm wearing it right now doesn't mean-"
"All Mexicans only eat tacos?" I rolled my eyes, the question sounding very dumb, was asked by the one and only, Gilbert.
"No. It's just a food native to-"
"All Mexicans hop the border?" America asked.
"No not all. Yo no sé que tiene que a ser con-" It took me a moment to realize what they were doing once I managed to see what they were looking at.
"Why are you guys searching this up?" I questioned them.
"Cause it's fun!" I mumbled incoherent words under my breath. They continued the interrogation.
"All Mexicans are lazy?" Denmark asked, pondering at the thought of himself being pretty lazy.
"Absolutely not!"
"Okay okay, one last question." I sighed, these questions were really riling me up. It was Gilbert's turn to ask a question. He gave me his infamous grin and a look on his face that gave France's pervy face competition.
"Is it true that Mexicans are the horniest?" The Mathias gave the same grin, looking at me expectingly. Alfred just laughed at the question. The moment those words came out of his mouth, I choked on air somehow.
"¡¿Que?!" I asked incredulously.
"You heard me."
"Okay, we may have been voted into second place as that, but that's something none of you are going to find out." I said sassily. But I knew my sass wouldn't keep them at bay for long. I needed someone, anyone, to make a distraction and HELP ME!!!
"Then who is?" Gilbert asked with a pout.
"That would be me." A thick Scottish accent rang out from behind the group. There stood a devilishly handsome Scott with a cigarette resting between his pearly teeth. I turned around to come face to face with his infamous grin, his emerald orbs shining with a spark of mischief.
"Sigue soñando, Alli." The others snickered as his cocky grin fell.
"Come with me and I'll show ya what real Scottish men have under their kilts." He threw me a wink and I just rolled my eyes. I got up and walked towards him, loosely hanging my arm around his neck.
"And what would that be mi cordero escocés?" I asked him, knowing what he was going to say.
"Nothing."
"So, you got nothing there? ¿No verga? ¿Nada?"
"What?" His confused face made me burst out laughing. I laughed so hard, I bet it could be heard all the way to Russia.
"No no no! Of course I got something under there! What the hell are ya thinking lass?!" He yelled furiously. I kept laughing as the others joined me. After a while, we settled down and I wiped away a nonexistent tear.
"Anyways, get on with this stupid rescue misión." He rolled his eyes and sneakily swept me away. Finally, I was able to escape the fate that the question had in store para me. I never got to ask those bastards embarrassing stereotypes about them. I'll get my revenge.
"Anyways, disculpa me for teasing you así." Allistor mumbled incoherent words until finally he said something audible.
"You could have avoided the whole teasing." I just gave him a cheeky smile.
"You know you love me! Yo soy Satanas herself!" I yelled as I sunk into the darkness of a room. The door closed by itself as I tried to disappear out the window.
A scream was heard as well as praying, and some cursing too.
"¡El Cucuy!" México jumped out the window and ran all the way to Russia's house. Scotland snickered at the sound.
"Thank you my magical friends." He called out, thinking that some fairy scared (y/n).
"For what?" A small voice came from his shoulder. There stood the fairy that was supposed to be the creature of her nightmares. Scotlands eyes widened and he too, ran all the way to Russia's house yelling profanities.
"Oh shit!" Were his last words before he disappeared into the house, just like his fellow friend Mexico. From that day on, they were never found. They were never found without a drink in hand as well as charms to ward off the evil.
Autor's Note: BOO!!! Did I scare you? No? Aw shit... Anyways, thanks for reading my ducklings. I'm sorry that I wasn't able to upload yesterday, but it's because it was the first day of school and I was very stressed and anxious about it. So anyways, this is not a continuation of the previous two chapters because I have something different in store for those chapters. Anyways, translation time!
Yo no sé que tiene que a ser con- = I dont know what that has to do with-
¡¿Que!? = What?!
Sigue soñando = Keep dreaming
mi cordero escocés = my Scottish lamb
No verga? = No dick?
Nada? = Nothing?
misión = mission
disculpa = forgive me
así = like that
Yo soy Satanas herself! = I am Satan herself!
I know this was pretty short, and I know that this was uploaded pretty late, but I tried my best. I might have to start uploading like maybe two chapters a week or every two weeks, but as long as I have quality content for you guys, I think I'll be fine. Again, thanks for reading. That's it for now. Mother Shwan out!
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Fanfiction(y/n) Gomez, is the personification of Mexico. She is a very tough, hardworking, energetic, young country. She's a nice country, but can turn into a cold blooded person. So please, approach with caution. Let's see how she handles obstacles in her l...
