"Romano I'm home!" Spain declared as he walked towards the living room, a small figure at his side. He had recently visited one of his southeast lands that he had claimed as his own. His boss basically yelled at him for not taking full charge of Meshtleeko as they had called their land.
"You tomato loving bastard, what-a took you so long?" A sort guy in his late teens appeared from around the corner. He had dark brown hair with a curl the curiously stood up on the right side of his head. He had an olive complexion with one of the most beautiful light green eyes that narrowed at the sight of a little girl holding the Spaniard's hand.
"Who the fuck is-a this?" He said, not noticing the little girls confused expression.
"Watch your language Romano. This is Mexico, the newest addition to this family!" The chibi country was about to correct him on the way he pronounced her country's name when she was cut off with an irritated grunt of disapproval.
"Just-a great. I have to deal with you and my idiota fratello and now another one?" He glared at the chibi country which seemed to have no effect at all to her.
"She's not going to be a bother mi amigo! In fact, she can clean, cook, and do all sorts of things!" Spain said enthusiastically.
"I still-a think that she'll-a only be a bother." Romano grumbled under his breath.
After that slightly awkward greeting, life went back to normal in the Spanish home. She had the house really clean and tidy, she made good food everyday, no crying or whining, or in Spain's eyes, a perfect household. Almost perfect that is. Romano cursed at the chibi country and everyone around him like a sailor, except double it and you get the point.
"Hey mini tomato bastard! Why the fuck-a did you-a take my tomatoes?" He yelled at the defenseless child. Or so it seemed. The little country had endured his cursing and unreasonable yelling for almost a year and she's finally had enough. She's tried to be nice with him, just like she was taught back home but this was just ridiculous.
"Do you remember the enchiladas I made for you guys yesterday?" The boy gave her a signal to go on with a furious lick of his hand.
"Well thank your tomatoes for the food." His face turned as red as the tomatoes he had eaten in the morning. He was so surprised that the little country actually talked back.
"Listen here you-a little-"
"THAT'S IT! ¡TE CRES MUY MUY, PERO NO VALES VERGA! NOMAS ERES UNA IDIOTA QUE NO SE PUEDE LIMPIAR EL PINCHE CULO!" The little country raged, her small fists clenched till they were white. Her red face almost put Antonio's tomatoes to shame.
"The next time you want something to eat, don't expect me to make you anything!" She stormed off, hot angry tears running down her puffed up cheeks. The Italian stood there, shocked at her gruesome language. He only understood a few phrases but they hurt nonetheless. He did the walk of shame back to his room, knowing that he messed up big time.
(Y/n) came stomping towards me, her eyes puffy as tears poured down her face.
"¡Papá!" She hugged my legs as she balled her eyes out.
"¿Que pasó mi tesoro?" I asked her softly, running my hand through her hair soothingly.
"Ro-Romano!" That was all she needed to say before I let a tired sigh escape my exhausted form. This has been going on for so long.
"It's okay mi tesoro." I sat her on the sofa and she cuddled into my side until she finally fell asleep. I sat there, thinking of what I was going to do with those two. I then decided to talk to Lovino.
Antonio walked into the Italian's room without knocking. One look at Lovino and he was paralyzed.
"Lovino? Are you crying?" The said boy was curled up into a ball, sniffles could be heard. The boy shot up from his previous place, embarrassed that he had been caught at his weakest.
"What do you-a want bastardo!" The boy yelled at him with rage. Antonio flinched at the sound of his voice. He hesitated on what he was going to say next, and decided against it.
"Once you learn to grow up, I want you to apologize to her." That was all he said before he left the gloomy room.
After quite a while of avoiding her, Romano had decided to apologize to her. She saw that it was in fact a sincere apology, and accepted seeing that it took him effort to let out his emotions. Now, he see's the country as his niece in a sort of way and is very overprotective with her. As she grew up, he noticed that this girl had the mouth of a salir, almost as bad as him.
"¡Hola Lovi!" Mexico said enthusiastically. A little too enthusiastic.
"Ciao (y/n)." He gave her a suspicious glance. He was visiting her house for the weekend, in which he hadn't done for a long time. After settling down on the luxurious sofas, she finally said something.
"Would you like to see mi perrito?" He gave a small shrug. The country smiled happily before whistling loudly.
"(D/n)!" A thundering noise came from upstairs. Romano's eyes widened in fear at the thundering sound of footsteps pounding down the stairs.
"W-what is that?!" All of a sudden, a small little brown dog and a baby ocelot popped out from the doorway and ran happily to their owner.
"This is my chihuahua, (insert dog name), and my ocelot (insert ocelot name?)!" She had a genuine smile on her face as she petted her two baby pets.
"Why do you-a own such- never mind. If Toni can own a bull, you can have a baby cat and dog." After a moment of contemplation, he decided to ask. "Can I-a pet them?" She nodded her head and leaned forward to give him access to her precious babies.
The moment he reached for the little chihuahua, it let out a horrific snarl and tried to bite the poor Italian whom let out a very feminine scream.
"Isn't she/he adorable?" She asked him, to which he looked at her as if she were insane.
'That's-a the spawn of the devil herself!' He thought to himself before answering.
"Si." Later that day, they decided to walk around the pueblo. And of course, she had to take the little demon from hell which kept glaring at Romano. He mumbled under his breath angrily. It was going great, up until some idiot decided that today was the day to rob Mexico.
A man no older than 29 tugged at the satchel that hung at Mexico's side. She felt it and immediately went all Kung fu on this guy.
"¡Vete a la verga puto!" She snarled at the man, as did the chihuahua. Instead of helping out, Romano looked from the chihuahua to (y/n) and back until the man fled after he got his ass kicked.
"Like owner like pet..." He said with a sigh.
From that day on, Mexico was known as the chihuahua. She may look fragile and defenseless and possibly cute, but this girl got the bite of a chihuahua.
Author's Note: Thank you for reading this my ducklings. I don't feel to good about this chapter cause I made it in less the 24 hours and I kind of ran out of ideas. But more chapters will be out in 1 to 2 weeks. Translation time!
Mi amigo = my friend
¡TE CRES MUY MUY, PERO NO VALES VERGA! = You think you're all that but you don't mean shit!
¡NOMAS ERES UNA IDIOTA QUE NO SE PUEDE LIMPIAR SU PROPIO CULO! = You're just an idiot who can't clean his own ass!
Papá = Dad
¿Que pasó mi tesoro? = What happened my treasure?
Hola = Hello
Mi perrito = my doggy/puppy
¡Vete a la verga puto! = Go to hell bitch!
That's it for now. Don't forget to comment or if possible vote for any of my chapters. That is all for now my ducklings. Mother Shwan out!
ESTÀS LLEGINT
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