A Taste Of Payback

Romano, Meet New Spain

A couple years had passed out on sea. Somehow, Esmeralda managed to grow. Her growth should've been stunted, making her probably the physical age of nine due to her being far away from home. But the sudden upgrade from capitol to country, made her hit a growth spurt and she is now the physical of eleven. After a while though, her growing returned to normal.

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New Spain stared up at Spain's annoyingly happy smile. "Hola princesa! Do you know what today is?", Esmeralda looked up at him with a blank face. "I don't know...someones birthday? One of your weird religious holidays? Just tell me", Spain let out a cheerful laugh. "Oh Nueva España, your so cute! But okay fine I'll tell you! Today...ready for it? Today is the day we finally arrive at Spain! Aren't you excited!" Esmeralda looked around her. The ocean had been peaceful and she had to admit, his men were interesting people. She really liked the sea, but it was getting boring. "Hmm, I guess so. But only because I'm tired of being on this damn boat", she looked back up at Spain, who was standing too close for comfort. He looked as if he was going to explode with joy and energy. "Yay I'm so happy! I get to go home! And you too! Oh and you'll finally meet Romano!", Esmeralda decided to interrupt him. "Umm, does Romano live with us?" A spark lit up in Antonio's face. This was the most curiosity he's ever seen in her. It wasn't much, but at least it was something. "Haha si! Of course he does. He's also my colony. Hmmm, he should be your age actually, but a bit older", New Spain listened as Spain tried to tell her about the boy she would have to live with, or deal with. "Oh really? What's he like?", Spain scratched the back of neck trying to come up with the rite words to describe the little fire ball. "Umm, his names Romano, actually, Italy Romano. He represents the country of Italy but it's split in two halves. He's the southern half of Italy. His human name is Lovino Vargas...", he looked at Esmeralda who nodded, telling him to keep going. Spain seemed uncomfortable. He didn't want to describe the Italian badly and make him seem horrible. "Well, and I'm sure he'll love these tomatoes and...umm...He has quite a temper. Yeah, he gets mad a lot... And please...just, I bet you'll want to at some points, but please don't kill him". That was really all he could say. Esmeralda couldn't help but be confused. "Kill him? Why would I want to kill him?", Spain didn't answer because he suddenly jumped up and screamed. "LAND! Look I see it! Home!", Esmeralda looked out and surly enough, the Spaniard wasn't looking for an excuse to distract her. She could barely make out sand as they got closer to the Spanish beach. She could feel a knot in her stomach. There it was, Spain. She was finally there and reality struck back in her. No turning back. Spain pulled her in a big hug. "This is it princesa! Welcome to the rest of your life!". The boat finally reached shore and Spain ran off as soon as he could. He rolled around the sand laughing. Esmeralda just stared at him awkwardly, not sure what to do so she hopped of the boat. Spain, Esmeralda and the soldiers walked along the deck. A sense of great pride was coming out of the Spanish men, including Spain. Esmeralda looked up at everyone. They were all walking with their heads high. Coming home victorious with new land, probably the proudest moment of their lives. Spain's conquistadors were unstoppable. She looked up at Antonio, who was standing rite next to her holding her tiny hand in his tightly. He seemed to glow in delight with the sun shining down on the powerful country. His soft brown curls bouncing slightly with every energetic step he took. He was looking straight ahead, sights set on home. His bright green eyes dazzled with excitement as he smiled, showing his perfect white teeth. She sighed and also looked ahead. She noticed that they had finally reached a town. Her eyes grew wide in awe. It was absolutely beautiful. Brightly colored buildings, cobblestone streets here and there and the air was surprisingly fresh. There were markets and people singing. The atmosphere was welcoming and bright. Very refreshing, although she hated to admit how beautiful everything was. Spain looked down and noticed her expression. "You like it? Beautiful rite?", Esmeralda nodded quickly. "Yeah Spain, your beautiful!", she noticed her mistake in choice of wording when she saw the sly smirk on his face. "I meant the place, not you in particular!", Spain's smile only seemed to grow. "Mmmhhmm princesa, whatever you say", Esmeralda looked at him in disgust "I was serious dumb ass!", Spain only squeezed her hand and laughed. "Of course you were". She was going to open her mouth to argue some more but was distracted by the citizens of Spain cheering their heroes and welcoming them home. Everyone seemed so filled with happiness. Some were even crying tears of joy as old friends slapped eachothers back and couples kiss. Esmeralda only found it annoying. She tugged on Spain's hand. "España, when are we going home?", Spain looked down at her with a genuine smile. "Later princesa. Let's celebrate first," Esmeralda agreed, but only because she wanted to see how they celebrated over here. There was beautiful music and amazing dancing. Food and drinks were being passed around. Esmeralda grabbed as much food as possible. When she was on the ship, she spent a lot of her time in the kitchen eating and learning to cook. She learned that cooking was one of the most amazing things she ever tried and that her stomach was a bottomless pit. New Spain soon found herself obsessed with food. She sat there shoving her face when Spain came up to her. "I think it's time to go home. Romano's probably wondering where we are", he gently grabbed her hand and started to lead her home. "Wait Spain! What about the food!", Spain found himself in a fit of laughter. "The food? Wow you really like that stuff don't you. Don't worry princesa, I have food at home". The two walked for quite a while before coming upon a giant villa. A garden surrounding the house on all sides, a fountain rite up front, busy servants walking around and a field out back with a small lake. "Welcome home Esmeralda!", Esmeralda looked at him, "You actually LIVE here! Damn you people crazy". Everyone stopped to welcome them home. The servants seemed nice and friendly and New Spain liked that. "Now! Time to go inside and meet Romano!", Spain walked her up to the front door. 'Great. Time to meet the boy with anger issues', Esmeralda thought to her self as Spain opened the door with a gleaming smile on his face. Esmeralda slowly stepped in the house trying to take in everything. Big, beautiful, breath taking. Those are just a few of the words that described the house. The two walked around looking for the southern Italian, Esmeralda's head turning left and right, up and down, getting in all the detail of the mans house. "Lovino! Where are you!", Spain called out hoping for an answer. "I'm over here bastard!", the thick accent caught Esmeralda's attention. 'Bastard? Does he hate Spain too?' Esmeralda could feel herself getting anxious as Spain held her hand tighter and ran towards the voice. "Lovino!" Spain ran up to hug a figure Esmeralda could not see. "Romano look how much you've grown! Did you miss me?", the figure shoved him away. "No I didn't miss you! But it's about damn time you got home", Esmeralda came and stood behind the two of them, seeing the Italian boy. She took in his features, he was taller then her by a couple inches, though he did seem to be her age, just a bit older like Spain had said. Dark auburn, semi long hair with a strange curl sticking up on the right side of his head. She couldn't stop staring at the awkward curl but then returned to earth and continued to study the boy who was currently yelling at Spain for leaving him alone for such a long time. She had to admit, she liked his hair. It fit him well. He had big honey brown eyes and an olive completion. 'What race was he again? Oh yeah, Italian. So this is what Italians look like huh? Eh, he's alright'. Spain's voice tore her out of her thoughts. "Haha that's enough Lovino. Now say hi to my new colony!", he stepped back and gestured towards her, "You know...the one I told you about!", Romano scoffed. "I know who your talking about, I'm not stupid! And I don't gotta say hi to no-" Romano immediately stopped when he noticed Esmeralda standing with her arms crossed and her eyebrow raised at him. "...Ciao..." Romano couldn't think of anything else to say. She was a lot prettier then he expected her to be. He walked up to her and stretched out his hand, which she took and the two shook hands. Romano nodded as a silence overcame the three of them, a brush of pink on his face. "Sooo, you're New Spain?", the girl nodded. "And you're Romano?", he nodded. "Yup, but...you can call me Lovino if you want", Romano managed to be smooth even though the awkwardness was getting to him. Nothing ever stood in the way of his Italian charm. "Umm okay. And you can call me Esmeralda", Spain beamed at the two as his colonies introduced themselves, completely unaware of the awkward atmosphere. Another silence passed before Lovino decided to open his mouth, using what he knew about her to start. "You know...for a violent, black magic, people and animal sacrificing warrior chick, your pretty hot" Esmeralda gave him a questioning look and was about to say something when Spain interrupted quickly. "Romano! How could you say that! Do you think that's anyway to make a first impression on my new colony!", he flipped out on the southern Italian. "Oh well excuse me for giving her a compliment!", Romano yelled back. Esmeralda sighed and watched the two argue. Spain was rite, he did get mad easily. A couple minutes passed and Spain was still scolding Romano. "You probably made her feel all uncomfortable!", Spain as he pointed to where New Spain was standing and looked down at the young boy. "Well she didn't seem to mind!" Romano waved his arms around. "You don't know that!", Spain argued back. "Oh really? Then why don't you ask her!", yelled Romano while still talking with his hands. Spain huffed. "Okay fine I will! Esmeralda", they both looked at her in sync with intense looks in their eyes, waiting for her answer. She only rolled her eyes. "I'm surrounded by morons", she walked out leaving the two males standing there confused.