"¡Hola Alli!" I called out to my red haired friend. The older boy turned around to see his Mexican friend beaming at him as she approached. Mexico had invited Scotland,
The Scottish man growled, clearly irritated. "I told ya lass to not call me that! If Artie ever finds out about that nickname, I swear you'll be six feet underground." She ignored the threat he gave her and continued with her little toothy grin.
"Stop being so angry all the time." The Scott gave a heavy sigh and looked at the little girl in front of him.
"So, what're we doing today?"
"¡Vamos a ir a la plaza!" He looked at her quizzically.
"Oops! I forgot, you don't understand Spanish. What I said was that we are going to the plaza!" And with that said, Mexico entwined their hands and dragged him to the plaza.
Allistor's eyes filled with excitement once he saw the plaza. It was filled with families milling around, looking at the little shops that sold many wonderful items from bracelets to food. A mariachi band was playing, taking in requests. Mexico kept dragging him until they were in front of a place where they sold yummy smelling food. She dragged them towards the back of the building and through the back door.
"(Y/n)! Why are we back here?"
"You'll see!" Their they found a boy next to what seemed like a boiling pot of something, watching as these strips of dough were being fried. After some time, the boy took out the thick strands of crunchy brown breads? He dipped them into a container that was filled with what looked like cinnamon and put the pleasant aroma filled weird sticks into a brown bag and handed them to (y/n). He did the same process again and handed Allistor a bag.
Mexico beamed at the boy, giving him a few coins. "¡Muchas gracias Migue!" And with that, she dragged the very confused red head to the front of the store where she ordered two unusually large drinks of what seemed like strawberry water.
"Um lass. What are these things exactly?"
"Take a bite first, and then I'll tell you." Allistor hesitantly took a bite out of the stick of and his emerald eyes went wide. This was one of the best pasteurise he's ever tasted. After finishing off one of the sticks, he took a sip of the pink strawberry filled liquid and let out a moan of delight.
"Lass! This is some of the best things I've ever tasted! What is this stuff?" He asked, his eyes closed as he savoured the delicious pastry thing.
"Those sugary filled goodness," she said, pointing towards the sticks," are called churros! And the pink beverage is called agua fresca de fresa!" Scotland had just finished the last of his churros, but looked unsatisfied. He then noticed that Mexico had one left in her bag.
"Uh, lass." She looked up to see him hungrily looking at her churro and gave a sigh. She contemplated on wether giving him her baby, and decided to be generous. After all, she invited him over.
"Sure thing mi cordero escocés!" She handed over the last snack. She could always steal some from her neighbors, or from Spain.
They spent almost the entire day at the plaza, laughing, dancing, singing, buying, and eating everything in sight. After the plaza had closed, they had decided to take a hike, para bajar la comida, and sat atop a hill under the cool shade a had tree provided. They watched as the sun began to set, a gentle breeze some of the leaves from the tree.
"Thanks a lot lass for inviting me over." Their gazes were fixated on watching the vibrant colours dye the clouds and sky.
"De nada Alli." Mexico chirped happily. He turned to look at her to see her concentrating on something.
"What is it lass?" He asked. Not a moment later, she abruptly stood up.
"Do you hear that?" She asked him. She was beginning to scare the poor boy.
"No? What do ya mean?"
"That sound. The song from the heavens. The beautiful bells are calling me to buy my heavenly treat!" She declared to the world. With that, she ran down the hill with Scotland on her tail.
"Lass! Where we goin?!" She didn't answer but instead, kept running and soon enough, he could hear the jingles of bells.
"¡PALETERO!" She yelled out. Soon a man stopped in his tracks and turned around to see his number one customer. He waved at her and smiled from under his sunhat.
"Hola (y/n). ¿Como as estado?" He asked her.
"¡Bien bien!" He gave her a toothy grin while reaching into his cart and pulling out two ice-cream bars. She smiled and handed him a few coins before he waved and left to go and find his other regular customers.
"What was that about?" Scotland asked the little girl who was holding out the pink bar.
"Oh, he was the paletero. Or basically the ice cream man. These," she said, opening the wrapper to reveal a mango looking colour bar, "are called paletas. Basically it's a fruit bar, like ice cream." She said and took a bite of her ice cream bar.
They walked around the fairly empty streets, enjoying their ice cream bars. Finally, they arrived to her place where they fell asleep cuddling each other.
The mothers of the two chibi countries awed in unísono at the sight of their children getting along.
"Why don't we take a picture of our wee little angels?"
"Sadly, we can't take pictures in the 1800s." And with that, they decided to draw that moment of their children.
Extended Ending:
Mexico had decided to clean out her basement with the help of her old friend Scotland. She was rummaging through a box of toys that she used to play with when she was a chibi country while he was trying to read what the boxes said. His gaze was fixated on a box labeled 'Fotos De Los 1800s' that was poor ably attempted to be hidden. He grabbed the box and showed it to her
"This says 'Photos of the 1800s'." She was also curious as to what hid beneath the cover and decided to open it. There were photos of her chibi self playing with other chibi countries, some she knew don't exist in their world anymore. At the bottom of the box was a painting that was so lifelike, it seemed as if they were watching it through a screen. But once they realized what they were doing in the picture, their faces turned so red that they almost put Spain's tomatoes to shame. Scotland awkwardly cleared his throat and went back to work on helping his friend.
After a while, the room was filled with a chorus of yawning. As the time went on, both countries decided to a break and slumped against each other's back and slowly lost conscious, cuddling in each other's arms.
Little did they know that both their mothers awed as they watched over their grown children cuddled with each other, just like the good old days, when they sang them to sleep. Mexico's mother turned to look at the ruler of where they resided.
"Muchas gracias Yeesus for letting us see our children."
Author's Note: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this story. This one turned out to be a bit fluffy in which I accidentally awed while writing this. Anyways, translation time!
¡Hola! = Hello!
¡Muchas gracias Migue! = Thanks so much Migue/Miguel
Agua fresca de fresa = fresh water of strawberries.
Cordero escocés = Scottish lamb
De nada = you're welcome
¿Como as estado? = How have you been?
¡Bien bien! = Good good!
I love this short little story to be honest. Anyways, do t forget to leave a comment and if you don't mind, please consider voting on any of my chapters! That's is all for now. Mother Shwan out!
Edit: Found a paletero in the neighborhood! Enjoying the paleta in this heat!