Neighboring Nations 1/4
anonymous
November 22 2009, 02:08:00 UTC
1940
Any more picking over the plant on her table and she'd start killing the orange and yellow flowers. Mexico looked around her kitchen, bored out of her mind, but as she had finished cleaning only fifteen minutes earlier, nothing had happened yet to alter her house's level of cleanliness.
"I could walk Maritza," she muttered. That idea didn't especially appeal to her; there was a new neighbor two houses down who was far too interested in Mexico and damn near tried to gossip the nation's ears off whenever she caught her passing by. A glance out the window and down into the street showed the irritating old woman was not outside in her garden. At this hour, she was probably cooking the evening meal.
"It's fine then...Maritza! Vamanos!" Usually that command got the brown-and-white chihuahua running from wherever she was hiding within the house, but at this moment, Mexico heard no dog nails clicking on the floor tiles
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Re: Neighboring Nations 2/4
anonymous
November 22 2009, 02:09:21 UTC
1950
"Someone puts an ax in Leon Trotsky's skull while he's in your city, and Russia's reaction is to go have a beer in your kitchen?"
Mexico looked like she was trying hard not to start swearing, which, for her, was an actual effort. "I have told you about that at least a dozen times," she hissed, "and you never pay attention to what I say. Why do you keep asking about it
( ... )
Re: Neighboring Nations 3/4
anonymous
November 22 2009, 02:10:46 UTC
By default, Canada won the fight before it could become a fight because just then they heard America's voice and both went quiet, listening. From the sound of things, their little brother was approaching the conference room and was in the middle of arguing with someone.
"--completely undermines our efforts! Can't you stay out of just one thing?"
"Shit, he's with Russia, isn't he?" Mexico realized.
"Let's hide in the broom closet," Canada decided abruptly.
"What? No, I'm not hiding in there, it's probably all gross and cramped--let go of me!" He had grabbed her by the wrist, and she was being pulled against her will. Mexico clawed at Canada's hand, trying to get loose, but he shoved her ahead, stepping in quickly after, and pulled the door shut behind them.
"America assumes both of us are on his side, and Russia thinks you side with him. Do you really want to get dragged into one of their endless fights
( ... )
Re: Neighboring Nations 4/4
anonymous
November 22 2009, 02:12:19 UTC
There were some scuffling sounds from the conference room, not quite loud enough to sound like outright fighting. Canada's suspicions were strengthening and he blushed, mortified, realizing the meeting was going to start soon and his brother and Russia most likely were about to be walked in on by the other nations. At least Mexico wasn't asking anymore what they were doing, as she remained in his arms, straining to hear the two outside. "And America wonders why no one takes him seriously," Canada snapped.
"Oh, is America doing Russia?" Mexico blurted out, as if speaking of something of little consequence. "In the conference room? That's a terrible place, people are going to be coming in on them. Unless they want an audience?" She barely paused before continuing, "No wonder Russia never accepted my offers, I was wondering why he wouldn't."
Even more horrified now by his sister than he was by his brother, Canada said--far too loudly--"You've hit on Russia?" America was right, Mexico really did have no common sense
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Re: Neighboring Nations 4/4
anonymous
November 22 2009, 17:54:52 UTC
Thank you so much for the wonderful review! Yeah, so much hate for that Belarus-of-the-Americas bullshit, as well as the "fail!sibling" label at least one other person in this fandom keeps insisting on using. We got freaking halved by America, why the fuck should we be expected to be kindly, protective older sibling? You know if it were a European country that this happened to, the Americans would be all about what a tragedy it was, but because it's Mexico, all they care about is the stereotype of "Mexicans are all perverts who are here illegally to steal decent Americans' jobs."
I'm not asking that everyone make Mexico a badass, it's just that it fucking IS offensive to have these ignorant fools creating an OC only to make them a rapist copy of an already existing character. Why use them at all, in that case?
omg omg omg *has a Minny heart-attack* someone filled this omg!
i love you!
god i love that
"You've had that hairball chihuahua this long? Why isn't it dead yet?"
"Fuck you, Canada! That was Maritza Number Four! The one I have now is Maritza the Sixth."
and oh god
"Well, yeah, I mean, he's always talking about becoming one with him, I figured he couldn't get any and I was doing him a favor, but I guess not. How embarrassing! I never would have offered if I had known he really wanted--" "Wait, you keep replacing your chihuahuas and just reuse the same name?"
writer!anon
anonymous
November 23 2009, 05:58:24 UTC
Thank you, OP! ♥ I had a lot of fun doing the Canada-Mexico interaction!
Seriously, I just want to write fanfiction all about Mexico's foreign relations, because Russia? Germany? Japan? The histories with them are so interesting. You could make a total soap opera out of them!
Chihuahuas are pure evil! I wanted Mexico to be kind of crazy--not Belarus-like, but product-of-stressful-history crazy--so the idea of her "not having common sense" and being friends with people like Russia and keeping vicious pets...stuck with me.
writer!anon
anonymous
November 23 2009, 21:01:05 UTC
It's even better because England is the one who intercepts it. Which brings up the question: would England tell America about it, or try to keep it from him? XD
Any more picking over the plant on her table and she'd start killing the orange and yellow flowers. Mexico looked around her kitchen, bored out of her mind, but as she had finished cleaning only fifteen minutes earlier, nothing had happened yet to alter her house's level of cleanliness.
"I could walk Maritza," she muttered. That idea didn't especially appeal to her; there was a new neighbor two houses down who was far too interested in Mexico and damn near tried to gossip the nation's ears off whenever she caught her passing by. A glance out the window and down into the street showed the irritating old woman was not outside in her garden. At this hour, she was probably cooking the evening meal.
"It's fine then...Maritza! Vamanos!" Usually that command got the brown-and-white chihuahua running from wherever she was hiding within the house, but at this moment, Mexico heard no dog nails clicking on the floor tiles ( ... )
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"Someone puts an ax in Leon Trotsky's skull while he's in your city, and Russia's reaction is to go have a beer in your kitchen?"
Mexico looked like she was trying hard not to start swearing, which, for her, was an actual effort. "I have told you about that at least a dozen times," she hissed, "and you never pay attention to what I say. Why do you keep asking about it ( ... )
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"--completely undermines our efforts! Can't you stay out of just one thing?"
"Shit, he's with Russia, isn't he?" Mexico realized.
"Let's hide in the broom closet," Canada decided abruptly.
"What? No, I'm not hiding in there, it's probably all gross and cramped--let go of me!" He had grabbed her by the wrist, and she was being pulled against her will. Mexico clawed at Canada's hand, trying to get loose, but he shoved her ahead, stepping in quickly after, and pulled the door shut behind them.
"America assumes both of us are on his side, and Russia thinks you side with him. Do you really want to get dragged into one of their endless fights ( ... )
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"Oh, is America doing Russia?" Mexico blurted out, as if speaking of something of little consequence. "In the conference room? That's a terrible place, people are going to be coming in on them. Unless they want an audience?" She barely paused before continuing, "No wonder Russia never accepted my offers, I was wondering why he wouldn't."
Even more horrified now by his sister than he was by his brother, Canada said--far too loudly--"You've hit on Russia?" America was right, Mexico really did have no common sense ( ... )
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Loved it anon.
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I'm not asking that everyone make Mexico a badass, it's just that it fucking IS offensive to have these ignorant fools creating an OC only to make them a rapist copy of an already existing character. Why use them at all, in that case?
Sorry for ranting! /Mexican-American writer!anon
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Aside from that, this is wonderful fic. I have fallen in love with your Mexico <3
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i love you!
god i love that
"You've had that hairball chihuahua this long? Why isn't it dead yet?"
"Fuck you, Canada! That was Maritza Number Four! The one I have now is Maritza the Sixth."
and oh god
"Well, yeah, I mean, he's always talking about becoming one with him, I figured he couldn't get any and I was doing him a favor, but I guess not. How embarrassing! I never would have offered if I had known he really wanted--"
"Wait, you keep replacing your chihuahuas and just reuse the same name?"
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Seriously, I just want to write fanfiction all about Mexico's foreign relations, because Russia? Germany? Japan? The histories with them are so interesting. You could make a total soap opera out of them!
Chihuahuas are pure evil! I wanted Mexico to be kind of crazy--not Belarus-like, but product-of-stressful-history crazy--so the idea of her "not having common sense" and being friends with people like Russia and keeping vicious pets...stuck with me.
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"today's episode, 'the Zimmerman note' America finds out Germany is a suitor"
you have made me an extremely proud Mexican-American!
i soooo want to draw this out now!
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Drawitdrawitdrawitdrawit!
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