#it's not a ch sound why do they make the ch sound with dulce!!!

[ishikawayukis]

watching bake off as you do and they're making a tres leches cakes and if i hear one more dulche de leche i might go insane

[wonkasmissstarshine]

The Chocolatier’s Rose {Willy Wonka x OC} Ch.31

GIFs not mine. Credit go to owners.

Summary: Rose and Priscilla take care of all the floral arrangements. Rose talks with Priscilla about something that’s been weighing on her mind. Willy has a similar conversation with Mrs Mason.

Tagging: @holdmeicant​ @willymywonkers​ @sleepiesapphicxoxo​

Charlie and Willy stayed behind to help Mrs Mason clean up the kitchen. Rose and Priscilla made their way outside. They walked up to the glass elevator.

"Whoa" Priscilla sounded in amazement. "Is this a glass elevator?"

"A flying glass elevator" Rose corrected her friend. She pressed the button and the elevator dinged as the door opened. "After you" She urged Priscilla.

Priscilla gave Rose a questionable look. "Is it even safe to fly in this thing?"

"Of course it is. Willy, Charlie and I fly in it all the time" Rose assured. "I'd be more worried about walking right into the door though" Priscilla stifled a laugh. She could only assume that Rose had walked into the door a few times. Rose gave her a warning glare. "It's not funny when Willy does it, and it's not funny when I do it"

"S-sorry" Priscilla muttered over her stifled laughter. She stepped into the elevator and Rose followed after her. Rose closed the door and Priscilla couldn't help but notice all the buttons. "Are these all rooms that are in the factory?"

"Yep" Rose said, popping the 'p'. She pressed a button and the elevator made its way to its destination. She looked over at Priscilla and smiled amusingly when she noticed that she was still looking at all the buttons. "Having fun there, Cilla?"

"Can you explain some of the rooms to me?" Priscilla asked. Rose was happy to oblige with Priscilla's request. She pointed out her favourite rooms and explained their purpose and what was made in them in great detail. Priscilla loved seeing her explain with such passion and excitement.

Rose noticed the way Priscilla was smiling at her. "What?" Rose asked as she copied the contagious smile.

"I just love seeing you get so happy" Priscilla told her. "That's why I can't wait to see you get married. I know on that special day, your smile will be so bright, the sun will be jealous of you"

Rose giggled a bit. "How poetic of you, Cilla"

"Let me correct myself" Priscilla said, holding up her index finger. "The sun should be jealous of you now. It will never burn brighter than you"

Rose didn't giggle but snorted with laughter as she playfully hit Priscilla on the arm. "I should get you the make the speech, considering you have such a way with words" The elevator landed in front of Harry's flower shop. It was a cute, brightly colored little shop with playful banners and baskets of beautiful flowers hanging from the awning. The two girls stepped out of the elevator.

"Harry's Fanciful Flora and Fauna" Priscilla read the name.

"This is a cute little place" Rose said. She took in a deep breath and she could smell the flowery scents. "And it smells delightful"

The two girls entered the shop. Harry could hear the bell ring and so he looked over to see who his new customer was. He was surprised to see Rose and Priscilla. "Rose, Priscilla. What an unexpected but pleasant surprise!" He greeted them.

Priscilla smiled weakly at him. She was still unsure about him but remembered that she was here for Rose. "Hi Harry"

"This is a pretty shop you've got here" Rose complimented.

"Thank you" Harry smiled appreciatively. "What brings you two by today?" He approached the two of them. Priscilla made sure to keep close to Rose, but Harry kept a reasonable distance from them.

Priscilla smirked at that, feeling rather pleased. Maybe Harry really has changed.

"Well, as you know Willy and I are getting married and..." Rose started.

"And you need a bouquet?" Harry finished for her.

Rose nodded. "Yes. And other arrangements purely for decoration"

"I'd be glad to help you with that" Harry said. He ushered them over to a table. "Why don't we all sit and you can tell me what you're thinking of?" Harry grabbed a notebook, and then the three of them sat at a table. "So, Rose, what do you want for your special day?"

"Well, I want a bouquet of roses. They are my favourite flower after all, and it's the most romantic flower in my opinion" Rose explained.

Harry jotted that down. "Roses for Rose. What colours would you like?"

"Red and white. The red represents love, and the white can represent new beginnings. But when you put those colours together, they signify unity"

"Love, new beginnings and unity" Harry repeated. He smiled as he wrote down the colours. "Perfect for a wedding"

Rose smiled at that sentiment. "It really is" She said dreamily. "Now, Priscilla here is handling all the decorations so you'll be working closely with her"

Priscilla smiled and held out her hand for Harry to shake. "Put it there, partner"

Harry chuckled at the gesture but shook her hand nonetheless. "I'm looking forward to collaborating with you"

"Honestly, me too" Priscilla admitted.

Harry averted his attention back to Rose. "So, the bouquet is figured out. What about the decorative arrangements?"

"Definitely irises and orchids" Rose decided.

Priscilla's eyes widened as she pictured an image in her head. "You can have those arranged on an arch"

Harry agreed with Priscilla's idea. "That's perfect. It'll take some time, but they can be woven together along the length of the arch"

Priscilla squealed in excitement. "Oh, that would look amazing. Then you add some lights and a canopy to the arch, it would look even more amazing" Priscilla looked to Rose. "How do you think that would look Rose?"

"Oh, I love it!" Rose said happily. "Then that just leaves table arrangements, which I'm thinking of daffodils and lillies for"

"Okay" Harry nodded as he wrote down the note. He then proceeded to read back Rose's requests. "Red and white roses for the bouquet, orchids and irises that are to be woven into the arch, and daffodils and lillies for table settings"

"That sounds right" Rose confirmed. "And thank you for doing this, Harry. It means a lot to me. Y'know, considering..." She trailed off.

"Yeah" Harry nodded, knowing what she meant. "Don't mention it, Rose. I see you as a friend now, and friends do nice things for friends"

"How much will all the flowers cost?" Priscilla asked. "I'm willing to pay anything"

"No charge" Harry denied Priscilla's offer. "Consider this my gift to you, Rose, and Willy as well considering this is his wedding too"

"Wow" Rose was shocked at his kindness. "Thank you, Harry" She got up and walked over to him. Then, she hugged him, which surprised Harry. Still, he hugged her in return. "Come to the factory tomorrow. You and Priscilla can start planning tomorrow"

"I'll be there, Rose" Harry said. He guided them to the door.

"Just wait one second, Mister" Priscilla said to him, pointing a finger at him. She glared at him, and Harry swallowed a lump in his throat, scared he had done something wrong. Then, Priscilla's glare was replaced with a smile and she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. "See you tomorrow, partner!"

Harry laughed and hugged her back. "You too, partner"

With that, the two girls left the shop. They stepped foot inside the elevator and started the trip back to Mrs Mason's house. Rose was rather pleased with what she got done today.

Her dress was figured out, she had the music taken care of, she was going to have an amazing cake, and the flowers were going to be beautiful. She knew that Priscilla would make the wedding look absolutely perfect, no matter how she decorates the meadow for the wedding, and her mom was a wonderful cook so the food was going to taste great. Her friends and family were going to be there, but the most important part was that she was going to be marrying Willy. It really was going to be the wedding of her dreams.

"Rose?" Priscilla spoke up, knocking Rose out of her daydream. "When you and Willy are married, do you know if you two will be having a family of your own?"

"I'd love to start a family with him" Rose admitted. She couldn't help the smile from appearing on her face as she thought about it. "We'd have a girl named Fleur and a boy named Dulce"

Priscilla raised a brow. "Fleur and Dulce?"

"I'm named after a flower, and Fleur means flower. So she'd be named after me. Willy makes chocolate and candy, and Dulce means sweet. That means he'd be named after Willy"

"That's really cute" Priscilla cooed. She noticed how quickly Rose's smile changed to an unsure look. "What's wrong?"

"It's just..." Rose paused, and her eyes began swelling with tears. "I don't think Willy even wants children. He doesn't even like children and--"

Priscilla stopped Rose. "Willy doesn't like children?" Rose shook her head. "Well, he likes Charlie doesn't he?"

"Everyone likes Charlie" Rose countered. "He's such a sweet boy. He's kind, honest, helpful, and he's always putting others before himself"

"Uh huh" Priscilla nodded.

"But you should have seen how Willy was with the other children on the tour. He couldn't stand them"

"Could you?"

"Absolutely not!" Rose scoffed. "Augustus could not stop stuffing his face. Violet was too competitive and arrogant for her own good, and do not get me started on the disgusting gum chewing! Veruca was just a spoiled brat. Mike was just plain rude and thought he was smarter than everyone else, when he clearly wasn't. Oh, and he hates chocolate. How could you hate chocolate!?"

"Hmm" Priscilla hummed. She had a knowing smirk on her face. "Even I can't stand those kids, and I haven't even met them"

"What's your point, Cilla?"

"My point is that Willy didn't like those children because they were rotten. I'm sure that he would love his own children unconditionally"

Rose managed a small smile. "You think so?"

"Absolutely" Priscilla wrapped her arms around Rose, bringing her into a hug. "Believe me, Rose. Someday, you're going to be an amazing mother and Willy will be an amazing father"

And little did Rose know, that Willy was having a very similar conversation with Mrs Mason as we speak.

******

Mrs Mason was washing dishes, Willy was drying them, and Charlie was putting them away. "I wonder how it's going for the girls" Mrs Mason wondered.

"My Rose is probably having fun" Willy said. A smile came to his face. "She's been having lots of fun planning the wedding"

"What about you Charlie?" Mrs Mason directed to the young boy. "Are you excited for the wedding?"

"Very much so" Charlie answered. "I've never been to a wedding before. This'll be the first one for me"

"She's gonna look so beautiful..." Willy mused quietly. He looked up and stared at the wall, his thoughts wandering to Rose. "Not that she doesn't look beautiful every day. She shines brighter than the stars! She is my starshine, after all" He giggled dreamily. "But the thought of seeing her in a pretty, pink and puffy cotton candy dress"

"That'll be some dress" Mrs Mason commented. "I can't wait to see how it turns out. Rose is going to look like a pretty porcelain doll in that dress. I can already tell" Her heart swelled at the thought of her daughter-figure in a beautiful dress, getting married to the man she loves. She started to cry.

"Patricia, you're crying!" Willy noted.

"Are you alright, Mrs Mason?" Charlie asked.

"Yes, I'm fine" Mrs Mason assured the two of them. She grabbed a paper towel and started dabbing her eyes with it. "I've always seen Rose as a daughter, and now she's about to get married to an absolutely wonderful man" She smiled at Willy as she gently pat him on the cheek. "Albert and I never had the chance to have children, and it was something we both wanted. That's why I'm grateful to have you three in my life. You're like my own children"

Children.

That word echoed in Willy's head. It got him thinking. "Patricia, do you think I would be a good father?"

Mrs Mason smiled at him. "Of course you would. What's bringing this up?"

"Because, I wasn't sure about it at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I do want to have children with Rose" Willy then frowned. "But, I don't know how to bring it up with her. I don't know if she even wants children"

"She's always wanted children of her own" Charlie assured him. He smiled as he thought of a memory. "She once nursed an injured bird back to health. That's when she decided that she wanted to be a mother someday"

"But, would she want them with me?"

"The girl is already marrying you, is she not?" Mrs Mason said. "She's going to be your wife. Of course, she'll want children with you. And both of you will be wonderful parents when that happens" She assured him as she placed a hand on his shoulder. "And my goodness, will they be gorgeous kids" With her other hand, she grasped Willy's chin and tilted his head around to get a good look at his face. "Just look at you. Mix in Rose's DNA and that's twice the gorgeousness"

"Thanks Patricia" Willy smiled at her. He turned to looked at Charlie. "And thank you, Charlie. I think I'm ready to talk about kids with Rose"

Mrs Mason smiled as she pat him on the cheek again. "And besides," She started. Willy couldn't help but  notice the mischievous grin on her face. "Making the baby is always fun"

Willy gasped. "Patricia! Charlie is right there!"

"We're back!" Rose announced in a sing-song voice. Her and Priscilla stepped foot into the kitchen.

"Starshine!" Willy exclaimed happily. He ran to her and wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace. "I missed you!" He started peppering kisses all over her face.

Rose giggled. "I haven't even been gone an hour, cocoa bean!"

"I know" Willy said, nuzzling into her neck as he sighed dreamily. "I just love you so much" He perked his head up to look at her. "It feels like a lifetime whenever I'm without you"

"Oh, my sweet, sweet cocoa bean" She cooed as she took his face in her hands. She stroked his skin with her thumbs. "I missed you too"

"When we get home, there's something I want to talk about with you. It's something important"

"There's something I want to talk about too. But, we still have one more thing to do"

"And what would that be, starshine?"

"We have to invite your father to the wedding"

Rose was expecting him to have a frown or some other worried expression on his face, but she was taken by surprise when he grinned excitedly. "What are we waiting for then? Let's go see my father!"

[whattimeisitintokyo]

Somos Familia- Ch 2

Chapter 1 here: https://whattimeisitintokyo.tumblr.com/post/170479472164/somos-familia

Chapter 2: Santa Cecilia

 As soon as the train squealed to a halt in Santa Cecilia station and the harried train attendant managed to pry open the door, Héctor leapt from the passenger car, belting out a soulful grito and twirled in a circle, swinging his cases and nearly taking out a few bewildered pedestrians in his wake.

“Buenos Dias, Santa Cecilia! Aaaay-ha-heeyyy!... Ah heh- perdon, señora.” Héctor reigned in his excitement long enough to apologize to the poor old lady whose head was nearly knocked off by his guitar case. He also didn’t notice the train attendant shake his head and sigh, glad to be rid of this annoying boy who talked his ear off for eight hours about his beloved familia.

The train station was very small, and by the time he passed the ticket booth Héctor was in the outer marketplace. Héctor face lit up as he saw all the familiar faces at their own stalls, and he took a deep breath in. Smells of leather, straw, oil, animals, and street food, all cooking under the hot sun and melding together into a wave of nostalgia, melting away the ache in his chest. I’m home. Finally!

“Héctor?”

Héctor turned to the direction of the voice and smiled as he recognized his neighbor. “Facundo! Qué onda?!” He set his cases down and embraced, then lifted, the shorter man.

“Oy oy oy, basta! You know I hate it when you do that!” Héctor put the man down, but still smiled. “I am surprised to see you, though. It’s been what, eight months since you left?”

“Six actually,” Héctor sighed, “but it might as well have been eight. I must have really been homesick if I’ve missed seeing that mug of yours.”

“Oh, like you’re one to talk.” Facundo harrumphed. “Well, amigo, I haven’t seen you or Ernesto’s names splashed across the papers, so I’m guessing your little path to fame and glory didn’t turn out quite like you had hoped?”

Héctor scratched the back of his neck and shrugged. “Ah heh heh-… It’s true, were not famous, per se, it’s more like we’re… well known! I haven’t given up with my tail tucked between my legs, if that’s what you’re thinking. It’s just been put on the back burner for a while so I can spend time with my precious girls.”

“Ah si… you’re… girls.” Facundo awkwardly coughed and shifted his gaze away from Héctor. “Well, I was just getting some feed for my horses, but if you want I can give you a lift back home.”

“Ah, Facundo, I have so much energy right now I could practically sprint home!” Héctor sighed, and then turned with a smirk. “But if you’re offering…”

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Sitting backwards of Facundo’s horse drawn buggy on top hard bags of grain, Héctor waved at passersby and shouted greetings to all the neighbors, the viejos, and snot-nosed brats that he didn’t ever think he would miss six months ago. Some waved happily, while others, which caused Héctor some concern, shouted back that they didn’t they would ever see him again. Never come back? How? His family lived here, why wouldn’t he return?

               Finally, the buggy pulled up to a courtyard with the large set of green doors that he had painted himself, and Héctor jumped off in excitement and joy. “Gracias, Facundo!”

               “De nada, Héctor.”

               “Oye, why don’t you stay for lunch? It’s Friday, so I’m sure Imelda will be making sopa de pescado!”

               “No gracias amigo, I don’t want to be caught in the cross fires.”

               “Eh?”

               Without another word, Facundo snapped his reins and made a quick escape from the Rivera complex. Héctor shrugged. More for him anyway. In his haste to come home he had ignored his stomach by bypassing all the stalls selling grilled meats and pan dulce, not to mention he hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon, which was only half of a chorizo that had seen better days. Just the thought of Imelda’s cooking made his stomach fold in on itself to remind him how empty it was.

               As he walked up to the doors he heard a sweet sound, like tinkling little bells, and a large grin split his face. Ah, how he had missed that voice! Peering through the crack at the doors, his heart melted at what he saw: His sweet little Coco, sitting on the ground by the edge of the boarded up well, humming a little song to herself while making her doll dance and twirl to the tune. Even from a distance he could tell she had grown a bit since he had last seen her, and that the song she was humming was their song: Remember Me.

               Héctor took his guitar out of his case and, slowly and quietly, eased the double doors open and slipped inside. Thankfully she was facing away from him. Then, very softly, he started to play the accompaniment. Coco stopped humming and looked up and around, probably thinking her mind was playing tricks on her, and that’s when he finished the song with a loud flourish. Coco’s head whipped over her shoulder in shock, and her eyes grew big as saucers and let out a gasp too big to have come from such a little body. Héctor put the guitar on the ground and held out his arms.

               “Mija…”

               “PAPÁ!”

               Coco shot up from the ground and sprinted as fast as her chubby little legs would allow, letting out high pitched squeals and stumbling a little. Héctor met her halfway through and pulled her into his arms, spinning her around, laughing with tears in his eyes. Then he peppered her little face with wet kisses.

“I- *mwah*- missed- *mwah*- you- *mwah*- so much! Ay, my sweet little Coco!” He kissed the crown of her head, inhaling the scent of talcum powder, lilac soap and milk, and hugged her tight. “Pobrecita, I’m so sorry I was away for so long.”

“It’s been forever since your last letter, Papá! I was worried!” Coco said as she looked up with big doe eyes.

“Perdonome, mija. But I’m here now! And isn’t your Papá in the flesh better than some old letter?”

“Sí!” she giggled, which turned into shrieking laughs as Héctor started blowing raspberries on her neck. They were so busy laughing and hugging, they didn’t notice they were being watched, until-

“Yes, it has been a while since your last letter. A whole month, to be exact.” An icy voice startled Héctor out of his revelry, and he saw his wife standing in the doorway, arms crossed and an unreadable expression on her face. Oh, that face. So strong like steel, but still so soft and warm that it made his insides turn to jelly. And those sharp eyes sent a bolt of lightning straight to his very core.

“Imelda…” Héctor whispered. “Me amor-“

“Would you be so kind as to hand me my daughter please?” Héctor could not deny her anything, yet he reluctantly handed Coco to Imelda, despite only just being reunited with her. Imelda looked at Coco and smiled in a way that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Mija, why don’t you go inside and set the table with your tios, make sure they don’t break anything.”

“Sí, Mamá!” Coco chirped, and skipped inside where Oscar and Felipe were waiting, looking at Héctor like they had seen a ghost. Héctor tipped his head and waved to them, which they meekly returned before slamming the door shut.

“Imelda, I cannot tell you how much I-“

*WHACK!*

An explosion of pain whitened out Héctor’s vision before a sea of colorful stars cascaded down. He pinched his nose and barely managed to bite down several curses, knowing little ears were nearby. Having been so enamored with seeing his wife, he didn’t notice Imelda stealthily slipping off her boot the second she had put Coco down. As his vision slowly came back, he was faced with his irate spouse, wagging the shoe in front of his face as if threatening to hit him again.

“For weeks I have waited for you without a word! Would it have killed you to at least write to let me know where you were?! I thought you were dead in a ditch somewhere, or off with some tavern maid!” she screeched.

“I-Imelda, I would never- Ay, I think you broke my nose!”

“Oh please, if I was trying to break your nose, you would surely know it!” She huffed. “You could have at least written to Coco. For four nights I’ve had to console her, she’s had such horrible nightmares of you never returning home!” Her hardened face cracked a little and Héctor could see the hurt behind the fire. “And the stares of the townspeople. And the talks I hear whispered as I walk past. I can take a lot of things, Héctor Rivera, but I will not stand being abandoned!”

Héctor sniffed and looked at his fingers. No blood. That was a good sign. “Never! I would never abandon you, mi diosa-“

“Don’t call me your diosa!” she snarled. “You abandoned me and your daughter as soon as you walked out the door with that payaso to follow some stupid musical fantasy!”

“You’re right.”

“And now you come crawling back- wait what?”

“I said you’re right.” Héctor smiled sadly and rubbed his sore nose. “It was stupid. I thought that if I traveled the road I would be inspired to write new songs. I should have realized from the beginning that all my inspiration came from you. And Coco. My beautiful muses.” Imelda’s expression didn’t change from the flattery, so maybe some humor would. “You know what kind of song I managed to come up with? Let see, there was Ten Hangovers in a Row, then came the romantic ditty Why Are There Brown Stains on the Ceiling?, and of course, my favorite, The Ballad of the Snoring, Sleep-Talking Roomate!”

Nothing, not even a smile. Mierda.

“I had writer’s block so bad, I couldn’t even write to you these last few weeks. I must have started a dozen letters, but nothing I wrote could describe how miserable I was, how much I wanted to sleep in my own bed, braid my daughters hair, hold you in my arms as we danced to La Llorona for the hundredth time. How much I just wanted to come back home. And in the end, I just figured I would show up to surprise you both! I guess you were surprised, huh?”

Imelda looked away and sighed, and the toll of the last few weeks showed in her face and voice. “I’m… relieved more than anything.” She turned back to glare. “But I’m also wary.”

“About?”

“You want to come home now, but what about the future? What if you get antsy again and want to pursue your fame and glory with Ernesto again? How long would you be gone then? Would you come back-“

“Then!” Héctor interjected while holding up placating hands. “Then I would think back on this trip and decide it’s just not worth it! And it’s not.” Imelda still stared hard. “Please, Imelda, what can I do to prove to you that I’m here to stay?”

Imelda folded her arms again and pondered, and then her eyes fell to something on the ground. “Your guitar.”

Héctor looked over his shoulder to where he had left the instrument on the ground and back to Imelda. “Sí?”

“Smash it.”

Héctor felt the blood drain from his face and his heart lurch. He looked back at the guitar frantically and then to his wife. He let out a weak chuckle. “Pero, mi amor.” He paused and gulped down the lump in his throat. “You-you gave it to me for my birthday.”

“Sí, I bought it, and now I want it gone. You said you wanted to prove to me that you’re here to stay; this is the only way I can keep you from wandering off again. No-more-music!” She emphasized.

His eyes widened at that. No more music? A guitar was one thing, but to give up all music entirely? Would it be worth it? But, again, he thought about the last few months were he had nothing but music, and no loving family to come home to. That life was not ideal either. Maybe some time down the line things could change and she would lighten up, but right now was a crucial moment in their relationship, and he was determined to save it. He sighed and nodded. “Aye, only for you, mi amor.”

Héctor slowly walked over, picked up his guitar, and walked over the center well. That would be the best place to cause the most damage. Holding the instrument like an axe, he tapped it against the edge of the stone border, then raised it high above his head, the gold tooth of the painted skull winking at him for the last time. “Adios, amigo.” He said, and then brought it down.

“NO, STOP!”

Muscles tensed in reaction, halting the guitar descent into oblivion, and then gravity kicked in, sending Héctor flying backwards and hard onto his rump. The guitar slipped out of his grasp and hit the ground with a twang! but was otherwise unharmed. Héctor groaned and sat up, rubbing his sore behind as a flurry of purple skirts flashed passed him and knelt by the guitar. “Dios mio, it’s not scratched is it?!” Imelda shouted as she looked over the guitar from every angle before sighing, relieved to know it survived unscathed.

“Imelda?” Héctor was confused. What was going on?

Imelda looked at Héctor with wide eyes. “You-… You were really going to do it. You were going to smash your guitar, for me?”

Héctor’s eyes softened and he reached out and caressed her cheek, happy that he didn’t flinch away. “I would do anything for you, diosa.”

Imelda face crumpled and she launched herself into Héctor’s chest, wrapping her arms around him squeezing hard. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I would never make you make that choice. I might as well have asked you to cut off your arms!”

“I think I might draw the line there.” Héctor chuckled.

“Oh Héctor, how I have missed you.” Then she planted such a passionate kiss on Héctor’s lips, which he happily reciprocated. All the worry, loneliness and stress melted away from them as they reclaimed their passion for each other. All was right with the world again.

They finally broke apart when Imelda accidentally ground down on the sore part of his face. “Ay! Why did you have to hit my nose?”

“It was the biggest target.” Imelda deadpanned, and Héctor couldn’t help but bark out a laugh and kiss her again. Imelda squeezed his sides again, and then pinched his belly, causing him to yelp again. “You’ve lost weight, idiota.”

“Yeah, I suppose I have-“

“You can’t afford to lose weight, flaco! I can feel your ribs underneath your suit!”

“Oye!” The two of them turned to see Felipe leaning casually in the window sill, smirking. “If you two lovebirds are done screeching at each other, the sopa de pescado is about to boil over!”

“Then take it off the fire, you lazy bum!” Imelda rose to her feet and patted the dust off her dress. “And you!” she glared at her husband. “You are going to eat no less than three bowls as well some bread and fruit. You did not come home just so you can keel over and die from malnutrition!”

Héctor laughed. “Ah Imelda, you are an inspiration! I’m not home five minutes and I’ve already come up with some new lyrics to an old classic!” He picked up his guitar, grateful to still have his old friend, and plucked out a familiar tune.

Imelda recognized it immediately. “Oh no…”

You say “Smash your guitar!”

Ay mi amor, ay mi amor!                    

But then you change your mind

Ay mi amor, Ay mi amor!

“Callate!” Imelda screeched as she ran into the house, laughing like she hadn’t done in a long time.

You nearly broke my nose

Ay mi amor, Ay mi amor!

It doesn’t need to get any bigger

Ay mi amor, ay mi ammooorrrr…..

[ohnohetaliasues]

Kidnapped by Sexy Men (Ch.41)

(Kat)

Time for more torture.

I hope I finish this today.

The music...oh the music! It made you want to laugh and spazz out on the floor at the same time! You wondered what songs were held in for today... Because right now Shakira's Hips Don't Lie was playing.

I do like that song.

"Ve~ I like this song!" Italy said from beside you. He started humming along in such an adorable way. You wanted to glomp him. But you had to refrain from glompage.

No I didn’t.

"Oh, glad you could make it, chica!" Okay [Kat] breathe in...out. Spain is about to be sexy as usual so calm down and try not to pounce on him like the madwoman you are. "Yeah, Italy brought me!" You said. Italy followed with a small "Ve~" in the background. "Well you came just in time, [Kat]. I was about to sing!" The world as you knew it was one huge fangirl mess. Spain...singing. Oh goodness. This was like a musical! This whole new fangirl life! As soon as you heard Hips Don't Lie come to and end...it started. Spain just said that one line and you knew what exact song he was about to sing... "Hey Miss Kiss, vamos a bailar." You felt as if you were about to faint. You heard a few of the female countries giggle. But now wasn't the time to act jealous. "Muchacha Kiss Kiss Bang ¿quién eres tú? Extraordinaria y va, qué cool. Tus besos son como electricidad. Sólo te veo y no puedo esperar." Spain...singing in Spanish...it was just so...right. So...perfect. "Imaginando, yo me enciendo. Tómalo en serio porque no es juego. Y yo sé que eres mía y yo para ti. Así es que te doy mi corazón aquí." Spain gave a wink and not only you, but the other female countries SWOONED. Damn sexy Spaniard... As the chorus came Spain came over to you and twirled you around a bit. "Muchacha Kiss Kiss Bang vengamos a bailar. Muchacha Kiss Kiss Bang vengamos a cantar. Mueve ese cuerpo lindo, no dejas de parar. Guapa Kiss Kiss Bang, vamos a bailar." ...Bailar with Spain? Yes please! "Cuando veo tus ojos yo me vuelvo loco. Son tus labios dulces que deseo. Pensando en ti me caliento. Juntos puede ser peligroso." You looked over to Romano to see him smoking. No, not that kind. He was...boiling from jealousy. Thus, he was erupting like a volcano. Jealous Romano? Me gusta.

I don’t know how to feel about this.

"Estoy al punto, no puedo regresar. Dame tus besos, no dejas de parar. Y yo sé que eres mía y yo para ti. Así es que te doy mi corazón aquí." Italy handed you a towel. You gave him a questionable look before he raised it to your nose. You sweatdropped. Nosebleed. "Muchacha Kiss Kiss Bang vengamos a bailar. Muchacha Kiss Kiss Bang vengamos a cantar. Mueve ese cuerpo lindo, no dejes de parar. Guapa Kiss ahora cantamos." Spain decided to twirl you around a bit more. This only caused your towel to become soaked. "Do the hee dee hi ho. Do the hee dee hi hey. Do the dip dip diddee. Do the skiddly skiddly bo." Some of the male countries repeated after Spain...you felt light headed now...and soon enough you fainted.

If you couldn’t tell, I like this gif.

|~|~|~| You awoke to...Romano and Italy singing now. Oh gott, this was fangirl heaven! But you woke up just in time to hear them both say... "Fa, fa l'americano!" Oh god yes! They started shuffling and...you fainted yet again.

|~|~|~| Rabiosa, Tortura, Bidi Bidi Bom Bom, and many more came your way...you were surprised that you actually stayed conscious when all of these songs were sung but now...could you handle Portugal, Spain, Romano, and Italy singing... Ai Se Eu Te Pego?! "Nossa, nossa." Spain started. "Assim você me mata." Italy continued. "Ai se eu te pego." Romano said...with a smile. He actually seemed happy to be singing! "Ai ai se eu te pego." All three of them said. "Delícia, delícia." Spain started off the next stanza. You were still conscious...thankfully. "Assim você me mata." Italy sung as...oh shit was that Grandpa Rome in the background? Nevermind that, Romano was next. "Ai se eu te pego." "Ai ai se eu te pego." Portugal said as he came out. You fangirled right there...the way he said it with that accent was so...fangasmic. 

And the best part was...as they continued to sing...you fainted yet again. Oh, you poor poor fangirl you!

|~|~|~|

The last song...it was here and Mexico was the "star" of this one. An all time famous song in mostly Mexico but all of the other Latin/Hispanic countries... Inténtalo

I don’t know that song either.

It started with El Salvador at the DJ-ing system. Oh my glob...

he knew how to make the beginning part! El Salvador smirked as he started the song with that awesome sound and then the beat.

As the singing came into line...all male countries sung it out loud and sexy. "Quiero sentir tu cuerpo. Juntito al mio. Por que mi alma. Ya tiene tiempo. SINTIENDO frio. Si tu lo KIERES BETE acercando. Junto conmigo poquito a poco...Muy despacito que. Estoy sintiendo más que bonito. Bete orillando por un rinconcito. Te ire queriendo poco a poquito." You wondered who would sing the female's part as the shouting of Intentalo came. "Me gusta. Me asusta sentir tu cuerpo. Ardiendo sobre mi piel!" Belgium...where did you learn to sing like that girl?! "Me prende! Me enciende sentir tu aliento. Quemando todo mí ser!" You had to admit that you felt jealous but then again...this was supposed to be fun. Why not just sit back and enjoy the sexy?

Why don’t I run?

Oh, Latin/Hispanic/Spanish/Mexican Sparkle Party...you have to be almost as great as a German Sparkle Party.

More like there’s too much singing.

~Kat