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And hell. They're a perfectly valid couple. They're both tsundere about it.
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To say that they were enemies wasn't enough. To say they hated each other, not even close. It was something stronger than hate, but it was something so strong that it couldn't be put into words. The bitterness they felt for each other was just that bad. Though, somehow, despite all of that.. They slept in the same bed, always.
It wasn't that they were forced to, or that it was something they were recommended to do.. It was just something they did. Maybe it was just something they did to forget how alone in life they really were.
"Che.. Brasil! Stop with the cold feet on me! Deveras, get them off!"
"Shut up Argentina... It's your fault that I have no space!"
Usually, that was how their days started. The aruguments only tended to get worse and more ridiculous from that point. They did not see each other during the day. Argentina had his job, Brasil had his own as well. Only when they had to get together for something political, was when they'd see each other. Political topics were the only ones they were able to discuss without a fight, too. It was almost pathetic.
When they got back from work, it was complete anger between them both.
"When I get home later than you, you can at least start to make some dinner...!"
"Shut up Argentina. It's your fault that I'm so tired!"
They got furious over the simplest things. Sometimes they didn't even bother to remember what it was that made them angry. They just wanted to win the argument. At night, right before bed, it was not fights. It was threatening.
"Watch your back, Brasil. You won't wake up tomorrow."
"Shut up Argentina. It's your fault that I can't get erections anymore, dammit!"
And that was how their day was. Usually.
Though on one particular day, Argentina came rushing into the house they shared, covering his face with his arms. He was crying like crazy.
"Che, que pasa boludo?" Brasil asked, his accent coming in clear in his attempts to speak Spanish.
Argentina, shocked that Brasil was there and watching him cry, threw his cell at the younger man's face. "f---! Call me when you get home early!"
"Hey! You don't have to throw your dirty phone in my fac---"
"Look at it, you f---ing idiot! Mexico sent it to me."
Brasil rolled his eyes and stared at the screen, trying to find something of importantance in the image before him. "It's just Peru and Chile kiss-- Oooooh, I see."
Argentina twitched and shook his head frantically. "How could this happen? I spend my whole life trying to get him back, and some dirty little b------ steals him from me in one shot? How, in the name of all thingss right, does that happen?"
Brasil scoffed. "Well, he's dirty and poor, but he doesn't have AIDs."
"Dude, that's not cool!" Argentina cried, his arms almost flailing frantically. "This.. I don't even know what to say!"
"Well, you cried."
"I-I was not crying! Shut up, you dick!"
And so began the argument, which included the various throwing of multiple objects. Lamps, books, chairs, etc. It was like Casos de le Familia Real, or the Maury show. Except that no one was pregnant.
At one point Argentina threw a book with an intention for it to hit next to Brazil's head, but instead it landed right on his head. Brasil fell to the floor.
"Esteban!" he almost cried, running to him. "Desculpame!" If that wasn't enough, to add to the situation he tripped on Esteban's shoe. Instantly, he tumbled onto the ground... And landed on the younger Brasilian man.
Complete awkward silence. Esteban looked at the older man, his green eyes wide. "Javier.." he whispered.
Javier looked down at him, his own eyes the same way. "Esteban..?"
Their faces neared, and soon enough they could feel each other's breath on themselves.. That, until there was a knock on the door, and a tall yet shy figure stood at the doorway. "Brasil?" he squeaked, just staring at the two.
"U-Uruguay. Wait, I c-can explain!" Esteban said. In the time it took someone to blink, Uruguay was gone. Down the hallway. Sobbing.
"Sh-hit.." Brasil grumbled, pushing Argentina over roughly so that he'd get off. Esteban then flipped him off, and took off running.
Argentina was dumbstruck. Well, not really dumbstruck. More or less surprised that in less than a few minutes, everything had taken a change for the worse. That, and he felt bad for Brasil. Yes, for once in his life, he actually felt bad for him.
At night, Brasil never returned. It was weird, to not have the argument at night about the lack of erections, and to sleep without waking up to Brasil's cold feet all over him.
All night Javier suffered from lack of sleep, wishing to hear the Brasilian complain.
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Continue this later, it's meemee time. x'D -
I love this. :'D
'"Shut up Argentina. It's your fault that I can't get erections anymore, dammit!"
It was like Casos de le Familia Real, or the Maury show. Except that no one was pregnant.'
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Must read more, must read more! xD
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Pff forgot about this.
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When Javier got home that afternoon, he was greeted witht he smell of tamales. Wait.. Esteban never made tamales. But, from being tired and in despair, he frankly didn't care. Instead he hollered, "Esteban, who the hell gave you tamales?"
"Uhm.. Mexico was out in the rain and he pleaded to me to buy some from him, because he needed money," Esteban hollered back from the kitchen, but slowly.
Javier sighed. "Don't lie."
Esteban laughed nervously. "Okay, okay, so I was lazy to cook, so I bought some off of him. No, he didn't plead. Anyways, I gots tamales so you can be happy!"
Argentina almost laughed loudly. "Since when do worry about that? You always want to make my day bad," he snorted, walking into the kitchen so that they wouldn't have to yell at each other.
"Well.." Brasil started off softly. "Uruguay broke up with me today at work, and I've been feeling really horrible. You know, for blaming you and such, and for making Roberto cry. So I guess it'd be nice to just see you a bit happy even when I'm not." He smirked. "Though, don't think that it'd look good on you."
"Che! f---ing boludo!" Javier grumbled, refraining from slapping the Brasilian.
Esteban laughed under his breath.
After they had eaten the tamales and had some of Javier's mate, Esteban had gone to the couch. Javier warned him to stay awake or he'd choke him, but they younger man had payed no mind to him and fell asleep. It annoyed Javier.
A while after, the phone rang. He rushed to get it, and answered. "Hola?" he answered. Usually, he spoke in Spanish. America and England never called him anymore to whine or chat, and if France called him it was on the weekends. Not on the weekdays.
"Hola.."
The quiet little voice on the line was instantly recognizable. "Hey, Paraguay, how are you?"
"Uruguay.." he corrected. "I'm okay. I just need to talk to Brasil, if it's fine."
"Sure. Give me a second."
Javier sighed and placed the phone at his hip. If it was Uruguay calling Brasil, it was nothing good. That, and Javier knew it was annoying when a Brasilian cried. If only he could just be easy on Esteban..
"Get up, you f---ing lazy creep!" Argentina screamed, kicking Brasil's side. Esteban moaned out loudly and fell off of the couch, out of surprise. "What? What!? Is something wrong?" he screamed back, in complete panic mode.
"Uruguay's calling you, that's what," Javier huffed, throwing him the phone. Brasil grabbed it and placed it to his ear, and quickly responded, "Ola?"
The sound of hope in his voice made Javier know what he was wishing. He sighed and sat at the other side of the room, listening to the convo. The first part of the conversation, it was in English. But since Uruguay spoke Portuguese as well, the convo soon escalated to an argument in Portuguese. Javier didn't know what Roberto was telling Esteban, but whatever is was it was something strong enough to make him scream.
At one point, the screaming and hollering finally ended. Brasil's face looked grave. "Sim.. Sim.. Ok .. Eu entendo.. Venha ate amanha para pegar suas coisas, entao.. " He sighed and hung up, then buried his face into his hands.
"What happened?" Javier asked.
Brasil began to blubber. "He broke up with me for reals.."
Javier didn't really know how to react, but to go place his arm around the Brasilian and tell him it would be okay. -
Pff forgot about this.
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When Javier got home that afternoon, he was greeted witht he smell of tamales. Wait.. Esteban never made tamales. But, from being tired and in despair, he frankly didn't care. Instead he hollered, "Esteban, who the hell gave you tamales?"
"Uhm.. Mexico was out in the rain and he pleaded to me to buy some from him, because he needed money," Esteban hollered back from the kitchen, but slowly.
Javier sighed. "Don't lie."
Esteban laughed nervously. "Okay, okay, so I was lazy to cook, so I bought some off of him. No, he didn't plead. Anyways, I gots tamales so you can be happy!"
Argentina almost laughed loudly. "Since when do worry about that? You always want to make my day bad," he snorted, walking into the kitchen so that they wouldn't have to yell at each other.
"Well.." Brasil started off softly. "Uruguay broke up with me today at work, and I've been feeling really horrible. You know, for blaming you and such, and for making Roberto cry. So I guess it'd be nice to just see you a bit happy even when I'm not." He smirked. "Though, don't think that it'd look good on you."
"Che! f---ing boludo!" Javier grumbled, refraining from slapping the Brasilian.
Esteban laughed under his breath.
After they had eaten the tamales and had some of Javier's mate, Esteban had gone to the couch. Javier warned him to stay awake or he'd choke him, but they younger man had payed no mind to him and fell asleep. It annoyed Javier.
A while after, the phone rang. He rushed to get it, and answered. "Hola?" he answered. Usually, he spoke in Spanish. America and England never called him anymore to whine or chat, and if France called him it was on the weekends. Not on the weekdays.
"Hola.."
The quiet little voice on the line was instantly recognizable. "Hey, Paraguay, how are you?"
"Uruguay.." he corrected. "I'm okay. I just need to talk to Brasil, if it's fine."
"Sure. Give me a second."
Javier sighed and placed the phone at his hip. If it was Uruguay calling Brasil, it was nothing good. That, and Javier knew it was annoying when a Brasilian cried. If only he could just be easy on Esteban..
"Get up, you f---ing lazy creep!" Argentina screamed, kicking Brasil's side. Esteban moaned out loudly and fell off of the couch, out of surprise. "What? What!? Is something wrong?" he screamed back, in complete panic mode.
"Uruguay's calling you, that's what," Javier huffed, throwing him the phone. Brasil grabbed it and placed it to his ear, and quickly responded, "Ola?"
The sound of hope in his voice made Javier know what he was wishing. He sighed and sat at the other side of the room, listening to the convo. The first part of the conversation, it was in English. But since Uruguay spoke Portuguese as well, the convo soon escalated to an argument in Portuguese. Javier didn't know what Roberto was telling Esteban, but whatever is was it was something strong enough to make him scream.
At one point, the screaming and hollering finally ended. Brasil's face looked grave. "Sim.. Sim.. Ok .. Eu entendo.. Venha ate amanha para pegar suas coisas, entao.. " He sighed and hung up, then buried his face into his hands.
"What happened?" Javier asked.
Brasil began to blubber. "He broke up with me for reals.."
Javier didn't really know how to react, but to go place his arm around the Brasilian and tell him it would be okay. -
Damn double post..
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f--- YOU GUYS it's been 27 days I'm going to finish this today eventually.
Any stupid typos are courtesy of my stupidity.
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After a long round of questions, Esteban was wrapped in a blanket and calmly drinking another cup of mate. He looked sadly at the cup, then at Javier. "I'm sorry about my crying.."
Javier shook his head and sighed. "It's.. okay. It happens once in everyone's life. We all have someone we love so much, but they either don't feel the same or they.. Just fall out of love."
Esteban just stared at him blankly. Javier sighed and remained quiet.
In the night, when they slept, Brasil wept softly. He thought it wouldn't wake up Javier or bother him, but it really did. Javier felt sorry for him, but didn't know what to say. Instead, he grabbed the Brasilian's hand and squeezed it.
"Ya.. Stop, or I won't get sleep," he yawned miserably. "Don't... be so sad..."
Yet even that didn't help. Esteban kept crying.. Crying all night over what he just couldn't get over.
In the morning Brasil didn't even talk, nor did he ask any of his questions. In fact, he was so out of it that Argentina was the one who forced him out of bed. "Lazy creep," Javier had told him, though he felt bad for doing so.
In the afternoon at work, Javier couldn't stop thinking about the younger one. He tried to force those thoughts out of his head, telling himself that he shouldn't care for the Brasilian.. That he meant nothing.
But the thoughts wouldn't go away, and soon they lingered off to when they were actually very close.. When they would both take care of little Uruguay, and act as fathers for the young boy.
It had all fell from there. Their friendship, their bond, everything. Nothing ever remained the same after that experience. It had all disappeared..
In the later afternoon, Argentina had decided to pass by for Brasil. At least give the poor guy a ride. But when he got there, Uruguay was there to tell him that he had left before. "He seems worked up," he whispered, nodding.
"You don't know why?" Javier said, raising an eyebrow.
"I didn't know I'd make him this bad.." Roberto said softly. "I wanted to tell him I apologize for yelling at him last night, because I don't yell so much but.. I.. He didn't want to say anything to me at all."
Javier nodded and sighed. "It's not much fault of yours Roberto, he's an idiot anyway."
Roberto only trembled lightly, as though he was going to cry. "Just take care of him for me.. Okay? Like you've done for a while now."
"Yeah.. Okay," he nodded, waving goodbye and driving off. Well, that was certainly something. Brasil had actually left by himself. And in the rain too. Brasil didn't like the rain so much.
Also, Roberto had trusted him with Esteban? That was strange. All they did was fight, and here was Uruguay telling him that he was trusted in taking care of the Brasilian. Did it really seem that he took care of him well?
At home, there was no sign of Esteban anywhere. No singing, no laughing.. Just nothing. Had Argentina been angry with him, he would have not looked. But this time around he was worried, so he went searching for him around the entire house. Nope, not a good time to live in a big house.
The last place he was able to reach was a room Brasil usually was in when he had to file things or order stuff, so Esteban never used the room much. When Javier walked in, though, he was in there.
He wore a nightgown in the style of the ones Portugal had made for him.. One that flowed in the wind, and underneath he wore pants of the same fabric. His figure made an eerie shadow against the setting sun.
His eyes.. full of tears. A knife was set against his neck.
"Esteban, que chingados do you think you're doing?" Argentina screamed at him, approaching him.
Esteban set the knife closer to his throat as he approached. His eyes had the same hint of determination.
"Brasil!"
"You don't understand.. You never do!" Esteban said. "No one loves me.. No one cares! If I fell off the earth, Roberto wouldn't care! Alfred and Ricardo would be happy! You and Fernando would throw a f---ing party with them!" He began to sob, his throat still against the knife firmly. "I could just be gone!"
"No.. That's not true!" Argentina cried, desperate. How could he make Brasil stop this? He was so determined.. And so right. America was his greatest idol.. Yet he didn't care. Portugal was the one who took care of him.. But he wouldn't even place his eyes on Brasil anymore. Uruguay left him multiply times.. And Argentina and Mexico were just joking with him the majority of the time, but Brasil was so sensitive.
"It is! You think it's easy to smile all the time? Do you think it's all a matter of "I'm from Brasil, I'm always happy!"? No, it's not! You don't understand me at all! All the time, your deception.. It's so f---ing horrible!" Esteban kept going on, giving Argentina could reason to worry.
"Brasil, please.." Javier pleaded. "I.." How could he find the words? Why did he want to say this finally? "Brasil.. I love you, you f---ing boludo! You can't do this.."
Esteban stared.
Javier almost ran up to him, yanking the knife away and throwing it out the window. He then held Brasil tightly and kissed him, so fiercely that Esteban was pushing away.
He managed to push away, then said, "Javier.. O que voce esta fazendo, seu idiota?!"
"Desculpame," Javier said. "It's something I needed to have done a while ago.."
He kissed again, and the Brasilian would not give in at all. He was in disbelief, or perhaps he refused to accept the Argentinean.
But Javier couldn't stop, he wanted to show the Brasilian how much he mattered. -
SO MUCH READING. O.O
But SUPER GOOD!!! ^^ -
I. Love. This. o.o
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Why thank you people. >:3
OKAY LAST ONE FINALLY.
Short and choppy because honestly I don't give a damn. Curl smex time.
Also, there will be bad typos huhuhu. xD
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The Brasilian was pinned to the bed they shared once the matters were almost about finished.
"I.. Idiot..!" he yelled, his face red as he tried to shove away Javier. He was running his hand through Brasil's hair, his fingers sometimes touching the strand of hair that stood up. Every time he did that, Brasil winced and tried to not make any noise. "Javier.. stop.."
"Why are you refusing?" He asked, taking the strand of the hair into his hand. Esteban choked for a second, then shook his head rapidly.
"This is weird.. I.. I know you just feel pity for me, too.. It's not that you really care.." he said breathlessly. Despite his whining, he didn't do much more than shove him away, and even that seemed reluctant. "Javier.."
"Esteban, would I lie in a time like this?" Argentina questioned. "Whatever happened to the ABC Powers?"
"This is what I'm talking about!" Brasil almost screamed. "Why did we have to bring Chile into this? You're not over him, are you?" He stared into Argentina's eyes. "This.. It's not going to get anywhere unless you get over him!"
Javier refrained from hitting him. "I am over him! You're just making excuses, aren't you?"
Esteban stayed quiet again.
"Do it," he finally managed to say. He seemed.. hurt.
Argentina stared at him for a second, unsure of what to do. He didn't seem like if he really wanted to do this.. yet again..
He tilted his head up to kiss the Brasilian tenderly. He responded to the touch by putting an arm around Javier's neck carefully and pulling him closer.
A feeling of happiness rushed through Argentina.
They both pulled away, and they both had red cheeks. Brasil looked the other way, smiling a bit. "Javier.." he said softly. His voice seemed unsure.
"Esteban, listen," he finally. "f---ing boludo. I don't love you for your body or your ass or whatever. I love you now because I realize how much I miss being close with you. I want to be close again. Please, Esteban."
The younger man nodded. "I love you too... Eu te amo."
Javier smiled brightly. He looked at the strand of hair again and then at Brasil. "Is it okay..?"
Brasil nodded.
Once again he took the strand of hair at the very top, into his hand, and this time Brasil let out what sounded like a soft mewl. The older man grinned at his reaction and gripped it tightly, earning another soft sound.
At the same time Brasil took the curl that formed at the left side of Javier's head. Javier blushed. "Eager?"
Brasil just laughed a little bit at that. His fingered tangled around the curl, causing Argentina to moan softly at that. Due to that reaction and the little bit of surprise from him, Argentina grabbed the hair in his hand tightly, and Brasil yelped quietly. "Nao que duro," he gasped, his lip trembling. He was not going to cry though. It was just a little too much for him.
The other silenced him with a kiss. The soft touches continued, growing faster and rougher as time passed. At one point Brasil let out a louder cry and shook his head. "No, stop Javier.. I feel weird.."
Javier lifted an eyebrow. "Weird...?" he said, and despite his complaints he didn't stop.
Brasil nodded and bit his lip. He looked at Javier with his green eyes bright, seeming like he was really confused. "Javier, I--" he began, but suddenly he tossed his head back and moaned out, releasing.
To see his face.. So submissive. Javier couldn't help it. It was so cute, yet so sexy to see him like that.
He released not so long after, groaning lightly. After he could finally regain control of himself. He looked over at Brasil and noticed that he looked weirded out.
Javier understood. Esteban hadn't done anything like that, ever.
"Maybe that's enough for right now," he smiled, kissing the other one last time on the nose.
Esteban flushed. "I.. Uhm.."
The older man nodded. "I'll explain it to you later. Right now.. I think you should rest with me."
He nodded and placed his head on Javier's chest, just gazing up at him. "Argentina.." he muttered softly.
"Si?"
Esteban turned even more red. "Our pants are wet, you know?"
Argentina laughed. "I know, boludo."
The next morning, it was the same story. Getting up early to get ready for work. The rain pounded against the windows again. They ate breakfast and rushed to the car.
In the car Brasil sang, "Nossa, nossa. Assim voce me mata! Ai se eu te pego~". Usually Argentina would have told him to shut the hell up, but this time he did not. Instead he joined in, his Portuguese not the best, but it made Brasil happy.
At the front of the workplace, Brasil stopped singing and looked at Argentina. "Ah, well I guess.."
Javier leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips and chuckled. "Idiot. You talk so much."
Esteban laughed. "Oh.. desculpe.. Uhm, Argentina.. Does this mean we're lovers now..?"
"If it's fine by you."
He smiled. "Ok.. Eu te vejo mais tarde, Javier."
"Igual, Brasil. Te quiero, vale?"
The Brasilian nodded and stepped out the car. He waved one last time as the car drove away.
Javier smiled as he drove. "Love the f---ing boludo.." -
Aw, so cute. c':
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Thank you. .3.
Decided to make a really short story in an alternate universe where Paraguay was killed in The Paraguayan War / Triple Alliance.
Though it has a more modern twist seeing that I can do that. I mean s---, Iggy made a Beatles reference and it was hundreds of years too early.
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Their bond was really tight. They were strangers at first, without much knowing of each other.
They were exact opposites. Yet that really didn't affect them so much.
It wasn't enough to say that Uruguay loved his brother dearly. He loved him more than anything, even himself. If there was ever a time where his brother was on the edge of death, Roberto knew he would give up his own life just to have his brother safe.
"He has a better chance to live than myself."
Paraguay didn't get along so much with Uruguay at first. At the beginning, he seemed like nothing but a pest and a burden. But as time passed he learned that the younger one was really good to have around, especially in times where Alejandro worried.
Roberto was always lonely. He said he was always cold. He thought no one loved him. Now with Alejandro around, he didn't always feel lonely. He wasn't always cold. He never thought that no one loved him.
"Big brother keeps me well."
There would be times where Paraguay would have to leave. Uruguay understood that he was not to ever open the door to anyone who was knocking. But one day they knocked endlessly, and Roberto had to hide. They broke into the house and took him away. Uruguay sobbed at how harshly they grabbed him, and screamed for his brother. Alejandro never answered his calls.
It was then when he found out that his fate was cruel. He would have to fight his elder twin. He tried to refuse, but it would not happen. Argentina and Brasil would not let him fight with Paraguay.
To hold off from possibly hurting his brother, his lagged around. He didn't send in his navy. He only sent in men. He didn't bring boats to fight nor did he cut off connections with his brother. Argentina was the first to realize that Uruguay was not going to be of much use, therefore he made Uruguay guard their forts instead. Roberto would stay there, miserably, guarding and wondering if his brother was okay.
The day he was allowed to go back home for one day, he ran back. When he arrived, his heart dropped. It wasn't the same. It was dark and didn't have life in it anymore. There were holes from where the bullets from guns would hit. There were several on the walls. The flowers and grass from before were drying up.
It came to his surprise that inside the house, Alejandro was sitting at the table, seeming so tired and desperate. He saw Uruguay come in shyly, and his mouth dropped a little. He placed his hands to his heart and it seemed like he was going to cry.
Roberto ran up to him and hugged him. "Big brother.." he whispered, refusing to lessen his grip. He was afraid that if he let go, Paraguay would go away again and disappear forever.
Paraguay told him about the horrible situation he was in and told Uruguay to not worry about having to help. It was his own war. There was nothing Uruguay could do to help him in this.
At nighttime Alejandro had to head out again. Roberto cried again, pleading for him to stay. But he just could not stay, even if he wanted to.
"I'll be back in the morning, okay? You should make me some coffee and some cupcakes," he assured, kissing the Uruguayan's cheek softly. "I promise I'll be okay."
Roberto nodded. The next morning, he woke up early. He made the coffee. He made cupcakes.
He waited for a long time. At noon, someone was knocking at his door. At the door, Brasil was there. He looked angry and annoyed, at Uruguay and at himself.
"Don't expect for him to ever come back," Brasil told him coldly. "Your big brother no longer exists. Argentina and I have destroyed him." He left without another word.
Roberto didn't believe in what he thought was Esteban's sick lie.
Weeks passed. Headlines about a Paraguayan man came about. They reported that a young man, who possible had a brother, was killed in battle by two soldiers. One was Argentinean and the other was Brasilian. They believed that victim's name was Alejandro, but when they found him he was nothing but bits and pieces. There was nothing of him to recover.
When he died, all of the Paraguayan forces weakened and they all gave up and losts their lives to the hands of Brasil and Argentina.
Roberto's heart was broken.
For several weeks he lived in a big blur, unsure of what was real and what was not. "Big brother has to be okay. He promised me he would come back. He told me we would be together again."
Months passed. It was almost a year when he knew, deep in his heart, the Paraguay was gone.
The only thing that kept him well and happy.. It was all gone. It was forcefully take away from him.
Despite his knowing of his twin's death, he refused to let it slow him down anymore, or to still believe in it. He knew that Paraguay was still with him. Maybe not physically, but he was still there somewhere. Watching him, wishing to be with him.
And he knew that Alejandro would hate to know that his younger brother had grown weak because of his passing. He would want Roberto to forget the past and move on, and try to get along without him.
But Uruguay did not want to forget him.
Every week, on Tuesday, Roberto wakes up early and brews some coffee, and brings out the cupcakes he makes. He eats by himself at the table, but he serves a separate plate as well, and waits patiently for the day that Alejandro will come back.
And though he never comes back, he knows that his big brother was out there, happy. No longer did he have to worry about Argentina and Brasil's rage, both of which were the reason of why he had been taken away.
He didn't have to worry about his brother's health or well-being, because now he knew that Uruguay was strong enough to fend for himself. -
Aaanndd this one is for the rage I went on yesterday about America being an assf---.
So recently at school we've been reading these two events that were similar. One was a story, the other was a real life thing that happened to this one guy.
I don't know why, but I thought it fit Gringo and Mexico really well, so here you go. Alfred is OOC but that's because his a--holeness wouldn't fit the story.
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It was late at night with Alfred got off the subway. He had just finished his night shift at his work, and he was going out to eat like he usually did. McDonalds, of course. He went there almost everyday.
It was very dark this time around. Clouds everywhere. The station was nearly empty because it was so late. Here and there, a person's shadow was visible. But not much else otherwise. Despite this atmosphere, Alfred remained as unaware as he usually was.
On the way to there, he spotted a figure he saw everyday. It must have been that of a young boy, seeing that it was so small. It wasn't new, either. He usually hung around in the shadows, but at this hour? It was past his curfew. It was there everyday, in the night, just waiting.. lingering. This time, even at the late night, it was there/
He continued walking, oblivious to everything that was going on around him, which wasn't much.
Because of that lack of attention, a knife was quickly soon put to his neck without him being able to defend himself. Alfred was shocked for a second, unsure of what to do or how to react. If he knew anything, it was to go and be a hero. But not this time. He knew damn straight the consequence of trying to be a hero in this situation.
"Give me your money," the voice behind him rasped, shoving the knife closer to his neck. "Give it to me or I'll kill you."
Well, now Alfred knew the guy wasn't American. He sounded nothing like an American. His accent was really heavy.
Without hesitation, he gave the wallet to the young man, as he had come to notice. He was short, but he wasn't a kid. He must have been younger than Alfred to be that short, but not so young to be a child. He had facial hair, so there was almost no way.
The man snatched the wallet and headed off. Not long after, Alfred called out, "Wait, you forgot something." The guy turned back, obviously looking annoyed. What could he want to give him?
Alfred took a deep breath. There wasn't a point in not trying. "You should take my coat. If you're going to be mugging people at this time at night, you should at least be warm." He half expected a snort from the other guy, but he didn't. Instead he just stared, dumbfounded.
"Why are you doing that?" he asked, squinting a bit in suspicion.
The American shrugged. "Well, though I don't have the best paying job in the world, I have money. I know there are people who desperately need the money, so I guess I shouldn't really mind. I have a job and a home. I can pay for another jacket later. I can earn back the money I'm giving you."
He just kept staring.
"Look, kid, life's tough. How about I buy you some dinner or something? You should't be around at this hour, hungry and cold."
It was how they ended up at McDonalds, Alfred eating a burger comfortably while the stranger poked a bit at his food. He didn't like it so much, but he figured it was better than nothing.
"So bro, what's your name?" Alfred asked while his mouth was full. The stranger looked reluctant and Alfred laughed. "I'm not going to report you to the police, it's too late for that."
The other sighed. "Fernando."
Alfred lifted an eyebrow.
"Vale! Fernando Enriquez Vargas," he grumbled, greatly annoyed. This man was like a child, wanting to know everything and the reason of why the things were like they were.
"Not an American name," he said finally, chewing his food.
"Of course not. I'm an immigrant from Mexico," he snapped. "Not everyone you meet is going to be American."
Alfred blinked at his reaction. "Well, then why are you here in the country?"
He scoffed. "Because I don't have a future back home, nor do I have a family anymore because they're either dead or too far away to even keep contact with. I'm getting tracked down by the mafia that wants to kill me over there so I came here." He sighed again. "Anyways, the country sucks ass and I want to go home."
How could he hate Murica? It had to be the best country ever! "Okay, but why are they chasing you?"
"They chase anyone, that's why."
Alfred felt a little bad for him. Not that much, though. Just a little. Sure, he was mugging people, but he was sure that he didn't do it in Mexico. Why would they follow him?
"Ah, I see.. So is there anything you're going to do here, I guess? A future job or anything?"
Fernando stayed silent and looked the other way.
Alfred was surprised that he really believed he didn't have a future. "Oh.. Well, I'm Alfred Foster Jones, but you can just call me Alfred."
He nodded, holding out his hand. Alfred took it and shook the hand in his own. It was cold.
And so Alfred talked about his job and all the different people he got to meet. He talked about his home and lack of anything else. A wife, kids, etc. He said no matter how many people he met, he wasn't all that interested.
The other man actually listened intently.
Finally, Alfred asked him, "How old are you, Fern?"
he seemed irritated at the shortening of his name, but managed to say, "I'm 23."
So he was older? But he was much shorter.. A little more naive, too..
Fernando must have noticed his surprised look, because he snapped. "Just because I'm short doesn't mean I'm little in age!"
"Sorry," Alfred muttered. "I'm 21. It would be nice for me to pay for the meal because I had invited you, and also because it's nice to respect our elders, but as you see I don't have money."
Fernando gave him the wallet without a word. Alfred had no idea what had motivated him to do that. It was obviously not the prospect of not having to pay, because if he did he would still have the wallet. It was something else, but Alfred wasn't sure what it was.
"I think you should give me your knife too, kid. I shouldn't have to tell you why."
He glared at Alfred. "Just don't call me 'kid'. I'm older than you."
The American smiled at him. "Sure," he said, taking the knife once it was given to him.
When they had finished and paid, they headed outside of the restaurant. Fernando didn't speak at all while Alfred continued talking to him, his voice lively as ever.
"Well, I guess this is it with you. I can't take you home and teach you well, you seem to not want to be treated like a kid," Alfred said to him. "But I'm going to tell you that if I see you wandering again, trying to mug people, then I will call the police so they can deal with you. And let me tell you, they don't take to illegal immigrants kindly."
Fernando didn't show a bit of fear. His eyes continued to seem serious, almost angry. But no fear.
Alfred reached into his wallet and pulled out a twenty dollar bill. He then handed it over to the shorter man. "I'm not sure, but I feel nice that I got to talk to you. I know it isn't much, but it is something."
He took it, seeming confused again. Alfred smiled at him. "Goodbye. Don't get into any shenanigans."
The older man was barely able to mutter, "Adios, y gracias."
A few years passed and Alfred never heard about the young man again. One day, when he came out of work early, he decided to take a quick walk around the city.
At a construction site is where he saw Fernando again, working vigorously. But he was working, not mugging.
After he managed to call him down, they had a talk about what had happened over the last few years. Alfred had apparently given him the courage to get a job and try to live better.
"Right now I'm trying to earn the money to go back to my home," he shrugged, smiling a bit. "Being an undocumented immigrant in this country sucks more -
than the country itself."
Alfred laughed at that, figuring that he hadn't changed at all.
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Well vale, that was cheesy.
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