Mi Vida Contigo [1/?]
anonymous
August 6 2009, 06:06:27 UTC
Okay, this is my first time posting to the kink meme, so I hope I don't fail too hard.:P
It was a beautiful morning. The birds were chirping merrily outside the open window and a few gentle rays of sunlight lay over Alfred’s sheets as he opened his eyes. It was a Saturday, and he had the day off. There were so many things he wanted to do, and he turned over the possibilities in his mind. Yawning, he sat up in bed and reached over to grab his glasses from the bedside table. But, to his surprise, his glasses weren’t there.
That’s funny, he thought. I swear I put them there last night. Maybe I knocked them on the floor. He lowered his head so that he could look over the edge of the bed. But what he saw there was not his glasses. He saw an arm. And then a leg. He realized that there was a body under his bed, scrunched up in a very awkward position. Suddenly, it spoke…
“Buenos días, hermano! Como estas?”
Alfred nearly fell off the bed in shock as a tall, tan-skinned girl pulled herself from under the bed.
“Mexico!” he exclaimed. “How did you get in here!”
“La ventana fue abierto,” Mexico answered, batting her long eyelashes in Alfred’s direction. Alfred groaned.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, not even bothering to disguise his disgust.
“Ah, mi hermano, you know why I’m here.” She reached out and brushed her slender fingers across Alfred’s bare arm, casting him a seductive eye. Becoming increasingly uneasy, Alfred jerked his arm away.
“Go away!” he cried. “Go bother Canada or something!”
“Quien?” Mexico inquired, tilting her head to the side at the mention of the unfamiliar name. “No one matters but you, mi hermano!”
She threw herself on the bed, on top of Alfred, pinning him to his pillows.
“Marry me, mi amor! Mi vida! Mi corazon! Te amo!” She showered his face with sloppy kisses, even as he struggled to break free from her hungry grasp.
“Hey! Mexico! Mhhmmhph-get off! Get off!” He tried to push her away, but she was much stronger than she looked. It was said that she inherited some of her Aztec mother’s legendary power and prowess, and Alfred considered how regrettably true this seemed to be. The girl certainly had determination. But Alfred was the world’s great superpower, the strongest nation on earth, and he refused to be bested by his overzealous southern neighbor. Things were always easier said than done, however.
“Mmm, por favor, call me Gabriela,” she whispered, giving his ear a teasing little nibble. “It’s my human name.” Alfred bit his lip as her hands moved closer and closer to his vital regions.
“Mi querida, just think of the future!” she said breathlessly. “First we’ll get married, then we’ll have lots of adorable babies! And we’ll live our lives together forever! Just you and me, Alfred! Quiero pasar mi vida contigo!”
“No! No! No we won’t! No bueno!” Alfred screamed. “Get off of me! I’m leaving!”
“But cariño, you can’t leave! I have something you need!” From her pocket, she pulled out a pair of glasses and dangled them in front of Alfred’s nose teasingly.
“You sneaky bitch! I worked hard for those!” Alfred cried. He reached for the glasses, only to have Mexico take them out of his reach once again, a wildly mischievous grin spreading across her face.
“I know you did, mi vida. I remember that time well, the time you got them. I’ve loved you ever since then, did you know that? I’ve loved you forever! Even though we fought, I wanted you just the same. Did you know that?”
“Give me my glasses!” Alfred tried to throw off Mexico one more time, tried to make her relinquish her hold over his precious eyewear.
“Ah, that’s what you said when we first met face to face, mi amor, do you remember? I relive that moment every night, every night when I think about you-when I’m alone, in my bed.”
Re: Mi Vida Contigo [2/?]
anonymous
August 6 2009, 06:17:22 UTC
I didn’t need to know that, Alfred thought despairingly. He bit his lip to keep from being sick. With one final outburst of energy, he managed to finally pry his southern neighbor from his body. The sheer force it took to do this would probably leave bruises on Mexico, but knowing her, he figured she’d probably enjoy bragging about them later. While she was still stunned from the gesture, he snatched his glasses from her hand in one quick motion, and leaped off the bed victoriously.
He started running to the door of the bedroom, but Mexico, having regained what senses she had, got there first. She threw herself against it, blocking his way.
“You’re not going to leave me! We’re going to get married! Married! Mariiiieeeedddd!!!” Tears poured down her cheeks. “You’re going to save me! I need you! I’ll have a better life with you!”
“Noo! Go away!” Alfred attempted to wrestle the doorknob from her death grip, with no avail. Giving up on the door, he turned and ran toward the open window. He prayed that the frame would be big enough for him to fit through. As if by some miracle, he managed to squeeze his shoulders through in record time. But by this point, Mexico was standing right behind him, grabbing at his ankles, begging him not to leave her. That inspired him to give the rest of his body an extra-hard pull out the window, one that caused him to break free of the frame and plunge down a story, headfirst into the row of bushes that lined his house.
He was a bit scratched up, but he didn’t have time to care. Almost instantly, he broke into a wild run, hoping that Mexico wouldn’t have enough energy to chase after him. Of course, he was wrong, and when he chanced a glance back, he saw the girl jump out the window after him. Her black braids flew out behind her as she sprinted, faster than Alfred had ever seen a girl run before. She was certainly a piece of work, that Mexico. Alfred might have been impressed at her persistence if he hadn’t been so terrified.
He ran for what seemed like hours, zigzagging back and forth all over the city, making sharp turns into side streets, trying to throw her off his trail. But she was like a bloodhound, ever capable of sniffing out his path. Just when Alfred was beginning to run out of breath, he desperately dived behind a dumpster in a dark back alley, and waited, trying to stay as silent as death, praying she hadn’t seen him.
He heard her footsteps approaching, heard her calling his name.
“Alfreeed, mi vida, where did you go? Where are you? Come out and make love to me!”
Silence.
“Alfred! I know you want me! Te amo! Te amo!”
More silence.
Then, Alfred heard footsteps coming from the street, approaching the dumpster. Mexico gave a loud squeal, and Alfred heard a brief struggle, followed by the protests of someone being pinned against a wall.
“Hey! What’s going on here, eh?” a familiar voice cried.
“Oh, Alfred!” Mexico sighed. “I knew you couldn’t escape from me!”
“But I’m not Alfred! I was just bringing my trash to the dumpster and-mmphhhaahh!”
“But of course you are, mi terroncito de azúcar! You cannot deny my love! Now come with me, and we’ll get married married married!”
“But I-no!” The protests were abruptly cut off by the sounds of Mexico’s eager kisses as she dragged her very confused victim away.
A/N so far: I’m far from a native Spanish speaker, so I apologize for any mistakes that may have happened. -“Buenos dias, hermano! Como estas?” = Good morning, brother, how are you? -“La ventana fue abierto”= The window was open. -“Quien?”= Who? -Mi amor, mi corazon, mi vida, mi querida, etc. = Sickeningly sweet terms of endearment -“Te amo” = I love you. -“Quiero pasar mi vida contigo!” = I want to spend my life with you! -“ Mi terroncito de azúcar”= My sugar cube. (Yeah, idk.)
Gabriela- the most popular female baby name in Mexico, if Google is to be believed.
Re: Mi Vida Contigo [2/?]
anonymous
June 18 2010, 04:31:42 UTC
As a Mexican I don't know whether I should be offended or completely amused XD I choose the latter just because I find this fic hilarious! (although for the record... We are not like that... at least most of us are not like that XD)
And I know you wrote this a long time ago but I'll say it anyway:
It was a beautiful morning. The birds were chirping merrily outside the open window and a few gentle rays of sunlight lay over Alfred’s sheets as he opened his eyes. It was a Saturday, and he had the day off. There were so many things he wanted to do, and he turned over the possibilities in his mind. Yawning, he sat up in bed and reached over to grab his glasses from the bedside table. But, to his surprise, his glasses weren’t there.
That’s funny, he thought. I swear I put them there last night. Maybe I knocked them on the floor. He lowered his head so that he could look over the edge of the bed. But what he saw there was not his glasses. He saw an arm. And then a leg. He realized that there was a body under his bed, scrunched up in a very awkward position. Suddenly, it spoke…
“Buenos días, hermano! Como estas?”
Alfred nearly fell off the bed in shock as a tall, tan-skinned girl pulled herself from under the bed.
“Mexico!” he exclaimed. “How did you get in here!”
“La ventana fue abierto,” Mexico answered, batting her long eyelashes in Alfred’s direction. Alfred groaned.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, not even bothering to disguise his disgust.
“Ah, mi hermano, you know why I’m here.” She reached out and brushed her slender fingers across Alfred’s bare arm, casting him a seductive eye. Becoming increasingly uneasy, Alfred jerked his arm away.
“Go away!” he cried. “Go bother Canada or something!”
“Quien?” Mexico inquired, tilting her head to the side at the mention of the unfamiliar name. “No one matters but you, mi hermano!”
She threw herself on the bed, on top of Alfred, pinning him to his pillows.
“Marry me, mi amor! Mi vida! Mi corazon! Te amo!” She showered his face with sloppy kisses, even as he struggled to break free from her hungry grasp.
“Hey! Mexico! Mhhmmhph-get off! Get off!” He tried to push her away, but she was much stronger than she looked. It was said that she inherited some of her Aztec mother’s legendary power and prowess, and Alfred considered how regrettably true this seemed to be. The girl certainly had determination. But Alfred was the world’s great superpower, the strongest nation on earth, and he refused to be bested by his overzealous southern neighbor. Things were always easier said than done, however.
“Mmm, por favor, call me Gabriela,” she whispered, giving his ear a teasing little nibble. “It’s my human name.” Alfred bit his lip as her hands moved closer and closer to his vital regions.
“Mi querida, just think of the future!” she said breathlessly. “First we’ll get married, then we’ll have lots of adorable babies! And we’ll live our lives together forever! Just you and me, Alfred! Quiero pasar mi vida contigo!”
“No! No! No we won’t! No bueno!” Alfred screamed. “Get off of me! I’m leaving!”
“But cariño, you can’t leave! I have something you need!” From her pocket, she pulled out a pair of glasses and dangled them in front of Alfred’s nose teasingly.
“You sneaky bitch! I worked hard for those!” Alfred cried. He reached for the glasses, only to have Mexico take them out of his reach once again, a wildly mischievous grin spreading across her face.
“I know you did, mi vida. I remember that time well, the time you got them. I’ve loved you ever since then, did you know that? I’ve loved you forever! Even though we fought, I wanted you just the same. Did you know that?”
“Give me my glasses!” Alfred tried to throw off Mexico one more time, tried to make her relinquish her hold over his precious eyewear.
“Ah, that’s what you said when we first met face to face, mi amor, do you remember? I relive that moment every night, every night when I think about you-when I’m alone, in my bed.”
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He started running to the door of the bedroom, but Mexico, having regained what senses she had, got there first. She threw herself against it, blocking his way.
“You’re not going to leave me! We’re going to get married! Married! Mariiiieeeedddd!!!” Tears poured down her cheeks. “You’re going to save me! I need you! I’ll have a better life with you!”
“Noo! Go away!” Alfred attempted to wrestle the doorknob from her death grip, with no avail. Giving up on the door, he turned and ran toward the open window. He prayed that the frame would be big enough for him to fit through. As if by some miracle, he managed to squeeze his shoulders through in record time. But by this point, Mexico was standing right behind him, grabbing at his ankles, begging him not to leave her. That inspired him to give the rest of his body an extra-hard pull out the window, one that caused him to break free of the frame and plunge down a story, headfirst into the row of bushes that lined his house.
He was a bit scratched up, but he didn’t have time to care. Almost instantly, he broke into a wild run, hoping that Mexico wouldn’t have enough energy to chase after him. Of course, he was wrong, and when he chanced a glance back, he saw the girl jump out the window after him. Her black braids flew out behind her as she sprinted, faster than Alfred had ever seen a girl run before. She was certainly a piece of work, that Mexico. Alfred might have been impressed at her persistence if he hadn’t been so terrified.
He ran for what seemed like hours, zigzagging back and forth all over the city, making sharp turns into side streets, trying to throw her off his trail. But she was like a bloodhound, ever capable of sniffing out his path. Just when Alfred was beginning to run out of breath, he desperately dived behind a dumpster in a dark back alley, and waited, trying to stay as silent as death, praying she hadn’t seen him.
He heard her footsteps approaching, heard her calling his name.
“Alfreeed, mi vida, where did you go? Where are you? Come out and make love to me!”
Silence.
“Alfred! I know you want me! Te amo! Te amo!”
More silence.
Then, Alfred heard footsteps coming from the street, approaching the dumpster. Mexico gave a loud squeal, and Alfred heard a brief struggle, followed by the protests of someone being pinned against a wall.
“Hey! What’s going on here, eh?” a familiar voice cried.
“Oh, Alfred!” Mexico sighed. “I knew you couldn’t escape from me!”
“But I’m not Alfred! I was just bringing my trash to the dumpster and-mmphhhaahh!”
“But of course you are, mi terroncito de azúcar! You cannot deny my love! Now come with me, and we’ll get married married married!”
“But I-no!” The protests were abruptly cut off by the sounds of Mexico’s eager kisses as she dragged her very confused victim away.
A/N so far: I’m far from a native Spanish speaker, so I apologize for any mistakes that may have happened.
-“Buenos dias, hermano! Como estas?” = Good morning, brother, how are you?
-“La ventana fue abierto”= The window was open.
-“Quien?”= Who?
-Mi amor, mi corazon, mi vida, mi querida, etc. = Sickeningly sweet terms of endearment
-“Te amo” = I love you.
-“Quiero pasar mi vida contigo!” = I want to spend my life with you!
-“ Mi terroncito de azúcar”= My sugar cube. (Yeah, idk.)
Gabriela- the most popular female baby name in Mexico, if Google is to be believed.
“When we first met face to face”- a reference to the Mexican-American War, fought between 1846 and 1848 over the annexation of Texas. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mexican%E2%80%93American_War
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I choose the latter just because I find this fic hilarious! (although for the record... We are not like that... at least most of us are not like that XD)
And I know you wrote this a long time ago but I'll say it anyway:
The window was open: La ventana estaba abierta ^^
That's all
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