The two teenagers ran into the house, wanting nothing more then to get out of their formal clothes and rest. "Beat you to the front door!" Alfred yelled as his feet sprinted underneath him.
"No you wont!" Esmeralda called out as she ran right past him, bare feet hitting the pavement and heels in her hands. She was always the fastest. With Alfred following in second and Matt in last. Esmeralda won their little race with no effort. Alfred came up behind her panting. "Man, are you in shape or what" he laughed.
"I'm a natural", she said cutely as she closed and locked the door behind them. "I'm gonna go take this shit off in my room".
Alfred nodded, "I gotta use it". He ran over to the bathroom. Esmeralda smiled and walked up the stairs slowly and stopped when she reached the top. She looked over at Lovino's side of the floor. "Miss you already", she wondered what she was going to do without her little buddy. She wondered if anything was going to change in his absence. She frowned as she went into her room. She threw her heels aside into an unknown corner. A loud clank was heard as they hit the wall, leaving a skid mark. She looked at it and shrugged, with a slight smile on her face.
She flopped down on her bed with a heavy sigh. She closed her eyes peacefully and let her thoughts wander. Her mind roamed pointlessly for a minute before she opened her eyes. She looked at herself in the mirror that Spain bought her.
"So you can see how beautiful you are whenever you want" was what he said as he placed the shiny thing on her desk a couple months ago.
She looked at the way her black hair effortlessly curled and went up to the elaborate hairstyle France put it in. She looked at how the loose short strands in front framed her face, making her look mature and sophisticated. She saw how the dark red lipstick made her skin tone pop brilliantly. The red of her dress made her glow. She slouched and then straightened up again, observing the curves in her side, back, and chest.
Yes she looked beautiful, but she didn't feel natural. She knew she was still pretty without all the European fashion and cosmetic load but there was something about the way it made her up. She looked like a different version of herself. From a different dimension. She didn't look like the Aztec warrior, who she said she would never lose that part of her. No, she looked like Spain's little colony.
Whether she liked it or not, she knew that was who she was. She wasn't an Aztec warrior. She was Spain's happy little piece of land. She remembered when Spain won her, how she swore to give him hell and avenge her mother. How she would never change and stay true to her mothers way of living. She frowned because she knew she had forgotten her promise and left it to die out. How she allowed herself to laugh with Spain and cook and garden with him. How instead of plotting against him, she was plotting pranks on Romano. She thought about how happy she was with Spain and she felt a slight tear roll down her cheek.
Spain tried more then anything to make her happy. To not want to make her rebel or runaway. She thought about how she looked in her clothes, how he was transforming her. She couldn't help but wonder, if this was all a brainwashing move that she would be so happy in the end, that Spain would keep her rich land forever.
"But Spain loves me right? He's not using me....Is he? And even worse, am I falling into his trap? I know he can be a sick twisted bastard but....Is he just using me?" she wiped a tear away as she slipped off the bottom layer of her ensemble while keeping on the rest. Her dress deflated and her legs welcomed cool air. Esmeralda then took off the top red silky layer, leaving her in a sheer white dress and the corset. She didn't realize she was still crying until she tasted a tear.
"I'm so sorry mama...I'm nothing Aztec anymore...I'm Catholic. I'm a colony for a European nation. I speak Spanish now", she was grateful for everything Spain and his country had taught her, but she couldn't help but feel as if she had failed her mother. Her mother who fought so hard to keep her little capitol. She felt guilty for loving life with Spain. New Spain broke down silently sobbing until she remembered something. She ran over to her drawer and took out a small clothe from the bottom. She unwrapped it and took out the ruby ring inside of it.
She remembered how her mother had given it to her minutes before Spain and his men charged in. At the time, it slipped right off Esmeralda. This time, it was a perfect fit. She held her breath as she lifted her hand up to her face, "I haven't forgotten you though.... I'll try my best to keep our pyramids high"
Change was good, evolution was great, but Esmeralda never wanted to loose sight of her roots.
A soft knock was heard as Alfred came in, "Esme, everything alright?". She wiped her eyes away, attempting to pretend everything was going just fine.
"Yeah...Just some conflicting feelings", she sniffed and tried to stop the flow of tears. He closed the door and walked over to her. He held her face and kissed away a tear. "Let's get all this makeup off your face. You hardly look like yourself"
She stood there quietly as he wiped off all her make up with the fabric of his bow tie. He reached up and delicately took down her hair, sending it into long cascading curls that reached mid back. He smiled and tucked a strand behind her ear. He wrapped his arms around her and carefully took off the corset. Once it was off and discarded, she let out a heavy breath. He laughed and cupped her chin. "I found you. I took off all the fancy Euro crap and here you are. My little Xochi. Learn what you wish in Spain, but to me, you will always be that crazy warrior who wore animal skin and feathers with paint all over you and taught me and Matt how to swim"
He smiled at her lovingly and slowly went in for a kiss. She tilted her head up to meet his lips. She tasted salty from the crying, but Alfred didn't mind. Tonight, on their last night, it was just the two of them. He was determined to make it count.
Their lips moved together in sync as she slightly nipped on his bottom lip. He smiled and slipped his tongue in her mouth as he held her tightly. She played with his hair as their tongues danced together. He carefully placed her on the bad and crawled on top of her. He pecked her lips a few times happily, before kissing her deeply again. He moved down her jaw line and onto her neck where he kissed her tenderly. He kissed down to her collar bone and then went back up to her lips. He lowered himself on top of her so they were inseparable, knowing she wouldn't get crushed. She was a lot stronger then she looked. Desperate for contact, she arched her back, sending her even closer to Alfred so that she could feel his muscles underneath his shirt.
As the kiss got more needy and intense, their breathing and movements matched. Heavy and fast. Hands flying everywhere as the two grinded against each other. Soft moans were heard as hair was pulled. Esmeralda's ruby ring glittered in the light as her fingers worked quickly to untuck Alfred's shirt and unbuttoned it. Without breaking the kiss, he quickly took off the shirt, almost ripping it apart in the process. His hands returned on Esmeralda as her own ran across his sculpted chest, memorizing the feel of his soft skin. He moaned as one hand gently grazed over his abdomen, the other going to the back of his head to push him as close as possible. He kicked off his shoes as she took of his pants. He slipped a hand up her dress and massaged her breast. The two moaned at the same time.
"I want to show you how much I love you", he whispered against her lips. "Then do it", she whispered back. He slipped off her dress as she pulled down his underwear. The two laid there, laced together, naked only to each other and the stars. They looked at each other up and down, taking in the sight hungrily. As much as Alfred wanted to ravish her in every way possible, he kissed her forehead gently and looked her in the eyes. "You sure?", she nodded with trust in her eye.
He smiled as he felt butterflies in his stomach. They kissed again, but slowly and softly, savoring each others movements and taste. America slipped a finger inside, pausing, waiting for her assurance. She nodded and he began to prepare her diligently. A loud moan escaped her lips as she clung on to Alfred, legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He stopped and positioned his self. He kissed her cheek and then her lips.
"I love you", she stroked his cheek. "I love you too", his world was lightened with this simple moment. He began to move slowly at first. She gasped loudly, but signaled him to continue as he broke through a barrier. He was nervous, they both were, but giving each other away seemed so right to them at the moment.
Later, he started moving faster and his thrusts were harder. She clenched on to him for dear life as she began to move as well. Her hips went up to match his every thrust. Cries, grunts, and moans filled the house. They were lucky the servants didn't live with them and left hours ago. Alfred's face was buried in the crook of Esmeralda's neck and he let out low grunts and whispered her name softly. She cried out his name and his head shot up to capture her in a sloppy kiss. They continued to move as one, connected in every way possible. Everything was different now. The way their names slid out of their lips had so much more meaning. It was no longer a name to match a face. It was who they loved. Every kiss seemed more precious and exploded, driving them crazy.
Their breath quivered and hitched, and their bodies glistened in sweat. Their hunger never dieing as they craved for more. The moans were music that filled the Spanish air. Finally, with a loud cry for the other, release came for them both. Alfred thrusted a few more times before pulling out. Bodies shaking, she could barley hold on to him as his weak arms forced themselves to support him so he could cradle her face and kiss her sweetly.
He rolled over and laid down next to her, pulling her over into his arms. The two lay there, in silence, entranced by the others slow heavy breathing. Esmeralda closed her eyes and kissed his cheek. "I love you. Don't forget it", her voice shook, but she got her point across because Alfred looked at her with a wide grin, eyes filling with love. "Same goes for you", he trapped her lips with his own. In one way, his heart was made, but he wondered if in another way, it was close to shattering because he knew he was leaving in a number of hours.
He knew it was time to tell her, "Well...I have something I've been wanting to tell you". She relaxed on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, "Hmm?" He cleared his throat, "When I get back, I'm asking for my Independence". Esmeralda's eyes shot open, "What?". He nodded
"England's been using us to buy stuff for his own country and taxing us and making us do all the work. It's time for freedom. My country's ready to be on it's own", Esmeralda listened and sat up, but Alfred kept an arm around her. "You know England's just not gonna give it to you and say cheerio with a tip of the hat", she raised an eyebrow, hoping the boy had enough sense to see the importance in this.
"Then me and my men will fight for it! I know we don't exactly have a military, but hell, were some strong determined men. Plus, I already talked to France and he said that if worst comes to worst, he'll be my ally", you could see the dream in his eye for freedom, but Esmeralda only worried. She didn't want to doubt him. She knew he was full of surprises, so she took a deep sigh, "I just hope you really are ready. I wish you the best of luck". Alfred was a dreamer, full of determination. He was going to be alright, she had enough faith in him to believe that. He said his thanks.
"You're really going to shoot for it?", she asked. "Whatever it takes", he smiled. "God Alfred, you're crazy", she laughed.
"Just believe in me okay. I know I'll win for sure", he sat up as well and pressed their foreheads together. She smiled, "And what makes you so sure?" she teased. "Well", he began "You said we can never be together as long as we serve England and Spain. I'll win my revolution, keeping you in mind along with my people's freedom, then you can become independent and move back, and we can be together and raise our countries together!"
She admired his enthusiasm, but her sigh made him frown. "Alfred...It's great that you are going through with this and are ready to become a country, but I'm not! My place cannot function without Spain's help at the moment and I haven't even been there! They don't know me! I don't know my people! I don't know if they can function with me as their leader anytime soon. I'm not ready for Independence. Not anytime soon. Not at all"
"Then I'll wait for you. Take as long as you need until you are fully ready. And when you kick that Spanish bastard's ass, I'll be back home, waiting for you. Just don't forget about me and I'll always love you. No matter how long the distance. I'll wait. Don't worry. We'll be together some day, I promise", she nodded as he cradled her in his soft grip. "Do you promise? When we're free, we'll be together", he looked at her.
"I promise. I won't forget or stop loving you", she hugged him tightly. Honestly, she felt a little uneasy. Reality was hitting. Alfred was going to fight for independence and she had really never thought of leaving Spain since she was a little girl and was obsessed with the idea! Going for independence from him was crazy! Mental! She couldn't survive if she did. And who knew how long it would take, if she were to break away. Meaning, how long would it take before her and Alfred ever saw each other again and were free to be together. Together. The word was now a serious thing instead of a dream they shared. Anxiety crept up her spine as she fell asleep in his arms.