#yandere bolivia

[yanxidarlings]

YANDERE LATIN AMERICA

ik ik they aren't canon characters (yet) but i just have some ideas for some fan perceptions of them. i got a lot of inspiration from live journal for their portrayals. honestly this was a lot of fun to write and i might start exploring other non canons characters that have piqued my interest as well.

tw. this toxic as shit, blood, violence, some suggestive themes, my horrid attempts at incorporating spanish into the dialogue if it counts

MEXICO (José Hernández Valdez Martinez)

• José as a yandere is suffocating, to say the least. He never gives his darling a break from his presence. But all he wants to do is be with his amado, is that too much to ask? According to José, it is not. If they try to get even a moment of peace from him he acts as though they've committed a heinous wrongdoing against him. He goes out binge drinking, neglects his responsibilities, isolates himself from others. It gets to the point his brothers will step in, and deliver his darling to him on a silver platter. If they haven't already turned them self in. Does he feel a bit pathetic? Yes. Would he do it again for the same result? In a heartbeat. • He won't allow his darling to have a life of their own. From their national affairs to everyday life, José will ensure he's apart of it all. He wants to be their closest ally and dearest confidant, so anyone who gets in the way of that better start goddamn running. He'll happily sabotage every relationship his darling has to ensure their exclusivity to him. • There's no way to get privacy with José around, he thinks things like boundries are stupid concepts the USA invented. "Don't fall for Alfato's mudo traps" he jokes, but he means every word he says. • Why does his darling need to lock the door when they take showers or take phone calls with their boss in a different room, José takes sourly to any minute attempt at creating a personal space bubble.

the sounds of water rapidly pouring filled josé's ears, usually we take our shower together at 4, his face contorted into confusion. oh well — dinner can wait, he set down the bowl of rice he had been rinsing. "mijo" josé called out, picking at the locked door "why do you always lock it" he groaned, now he had to go get the spare key.

"josé can i just take one shower" they peered out from behind the shower curtain, eyebrows furrowed "you don't have to cover yourself we've showered together before" he began stripping "just one" pushing past them, he let out a yelp as the ice cold water hit him.

"think about how much we're saving the environment by showering together, mijo!" adjusting the tap, he let out a sigh of relief as the water began to warm up. "you've been spending too much time with manuel" they scoffed under their breath, reaching for the conditioner bottle.

josé's eye darkened "and you have been such a weón, as manuel would say, lately" he snatched the conditioner out their grasp, opening up the cap and squirting out product onto his hands. working the conditioner into their hair, they yelped as his nails scratched against their scalp "don't ever think about anyone but me when we're in the shower" he growled under his breath, ignoring their complaints.

VENEZUELA (Carlos Gómez Delgado)

• There are few yandere's as openly manipulative as Carlos. Most yandere's categorised as manipulative do their work from behind the scenes, but Carlos has no problem telling his darling what he thinks to their face. If he's jealous, he makes it known, albeit by trashing the person and his darlings involvement with them until his darling feels too self conscious to interact with anyone he doesn't approve of. At first he describes himself as having paternal or brotherly instincts to protect them, and whilst that is true, a part of them just wants to be able to control their every move. • Out of all of Latin America, he is among the most openly affectionate yandere's; he's always got a hand on their shoulder, he always refers to them as corazón and has no shame in pecking them on the lips in front of others no matter their gender. He doesn't really care if his darling is fond of his affections, nothing they can do will ever get him to stop, so they better get used to it. • Rejecting his "advice" or affection is perhaps the stupidest thing his darling could possibly do. It's no secret he is not to be messed with. He has no qualms about roughing his darling up if it means setting their behaviour straight. • Don't like it when he tackles you to the ground? he used to hug you but apparently that didn't satisfy your highness. Carlos's moods are a ticking time bomb, once his anger wears off he returns to normal as if he didn't just batter the person he claims is his corazón.

they sniffled, hand held up against where he had laid his hand on them. Carlos hated the sight of tears in their eyes but how else would they learn to be appreciative? he studied their expression as they attempted to calm themself, avoiding his piercing gaze.

"are you sorry?" he finally spoke, his amber eyes meeting theirs "what" they breathed out, bewildered. "sorry or not, corazón?" he leaned in closer, furrowing his brows as they flinched away "ahh, it was just a slap, nothing to cry over" they remained still as he brought his hand up to their face, fingers brushing over the reddened skin.

they remained quiet, only the sound of heavy breaths could be heard from them "do you need another one?" he joked, breaking the silence. but carlos wasn't just joking. he'd happily do it again if they didn't speak soon.

his face was unreadable as they hastily shook their head "words, amorcito" he had shifted closer to them, prompting them to finally speak "i.. im sorry" they stuttered out, avoiding his gaze. "good" he placed his lips to their temple, before dragging them to lay down.

ECUADOR (Esteban Fernandez Romero)

• Esteban is subtle, the true extent of his insanity is known to no one but himself. He's a delusional yandere, who see's his relationship with his darling as more than what it is. What might be a cordial friendship to them is a blossoming relationship to Esteban. He craves having someone to himself, he craves the kind of relationship Spain and Romano had back during the empire, he used to think he wanted to have someone to look out for him no matter what he did, but as he becomes more and more entrenched in his obsession, he's found himself wanting to be the macho man for once. • He might despise tedious tasks such as chores, but if it means catching the attention of his darling, he'll grin and bare it. He helps them with whatever task they might need help with, with no qualms, yet they still don't give him the time of day! He hates the fact that he craves their validation and attention as much as he does, but he'd rather be stuck in a room with america for a week than admit it. • Esteban can handle them using him for their own gain but god, please god, don't ignore him. It drives him crazy, which is something you never want to see in a former Spanish colony. He lashes out, drastically changing his behaviour. Esteban isn't afraid to maim or threaten others when he gets like this, even his darling. • There are few situations that would make him do this in public, perhaps in front of his brothers, but behind the privacy of closed doors, so his darling could never convince others about his true nature.

a loud bang was heard from the kitchen, prompting them to come rushing in to see what happened. "este-" "oh now you care" he spat out, blood gashing from his arm, pots and pans that were once cooking on the hot stove on the floor "only when i do something wrong you look away from your paperwork" he glared at them, grabbing another knife and throwing it at the ground, grinning when they flinched.

"maybe i should start doing everything wrong" stumbling past the hot pans and the cutlery littered across the kitchen floor, he made his way closer to them "speak goddammit!" he barked out as they remained silent, staring at him with wide eyes "i- esteban you're bleeding" they slowly pointed towards his arm, which had been completely disgarded in his fit of rage.

he blinked, bringing his afflicted lower arm up to his eyes, before glancing back at them. "do.. do you want me to patch that up.." they quietly asked, stuck making burning eye contact as he came up close to them.

slowly, he snaked his arms around their waist, leaning his head on their shoulder "clean that mess up as well" he spoke into their ear, bringing his injured arm up to their face and dragging it across their visage. as they went to go fetch the first aid, they wiped the blood from their cheeks.

PERU (Miguel Alejandro Prado)

• It's impossible to see through Miguel and realise his true intentions until it's too late, but under it all he's the most obsessive of the bunch. Unlike others, his darling won't have even the faintest idea of the dark thoughts he harbours towards them. He's Miguel, when he flirts it's nothing but niceties, when he insists on accompanying them wherever they may be going, it's just him being social. It's hard for his darling to tell him to go away when he's such good company, but if they did they would come to find out the true extent he's willing to go for them. • Miguel is honestly just content being in his darling's life, he doesn't feel the need to have a specific label on the relationship, as long as he has a place in their heart, his obsession will go unnoticed. He's apply to be their prince in shining armour and work behind the shadows for them. They don't have to thank him, they just have to love him. • Which is why he simply couldn't handle it if they ever tried to distance themselves. He won't leave them alone, he won't let them get that far. He'll drag them back kicking and screaming if he has to. "oh i just hadn't seen you in a while querido" He chuckles, scratching his neck. He simply invites himself back into their life. • Afterwards, he'll find himself craving to know every detail about them. They can't even go get a glass of water without telling him. He's breathing down their neck at every turn, regardless if they want him there or not.

the door creaked open, miguel tried to avoid making a sound but god was not on his side tonight. testing their reaction, he sighed in relief as they remained asleep. slowly closing the door behind him, it made another unholy crackle, causing his cariño to shift in their sleep. mierda, he cursed internally, gripping on to his pillow.

turning over to face the wall, miguel grimanced "move" he whispered under his breath, trying to coax his darling's sleeping body to face him. what was the point of sleeping next to them if he couldn't admire their beautiful face?

grumbling quietly, miguel slowly approached the bed, placing his pillow next to their head, and gradually sinking down on to the bed. don't wake up don't wake up don't, their eyes opened at the sudden mocement "miguel" they whined, shifting to face him again "i thought we could have a sleep over" he smiled toothily, making himself comfortable.

"we had one last night" they deadpanned, half asleep, definitely displeased to have been awoken "and the night before" miguel only grinned at their words "and now tonight as well!"

BRAZIL (Luciano da Silva)

• Few would expect Luciano to be as clingy as he is. He himself could he the ideal target for a yandere. But what they forget is that he was raised by Portugal and Spain. Not to mention it's always the unassuming ones. As a pretty major world power, he's rather co-dependent on his darling, in matters of country and personal. That's what started it all; his darling always does so much for him, it would be absolutely horrible if he ever didn't have them! It starts off as wanting to make sure his darling liked him enough to stay by him, and turned into an obsession with making sure he is the only one his darling cares about. • He takes up all their time to acheive this, can't go off with other countries when they're stuck helping him with his paperwork, can they? and by helping they're actually doing all the work, but Luciano made sure to prepare snacks and he'll take them out for drinks once they're done! At first he's content having them during working hours until he can't see them when they return home back to their own lives. He should be their entire life. He'll convince them into fulfilling just about every one of his responsibilities, using the excuse "isn't it so great to have so much influence over a country as big as mine" • Sure they do all the important stuff but he promises to repay them in other ways. It's best to just take the bait, Luciano doesn't respond well to rejection. His temperament become abominably clear when his darling rejects his company. He doesn't lash out physically, not yet, but he says some truly vile things, makes some threats, it's disturbing. And the worst part is no one believes his darling if they try to tell others about his true nature. • He's a submissive yandere if his darling doesn't attempt to pull away. He doesn't mind complying with demands or being bossed around, as long as they want him. He can handle anything but rejection.

"querido! what do you think" luciano marched into the study, not caring the slightest that he was disrupting the others work "looks good" they tapped their pen against the paper, in deep thought as they examined the words "you didn't even look!" he skipped up to the desk and snatched the pen out of their grip

with their attention now, luciano did a spin "tada!" he smiled widely "i've seen you wear your soccer uniform hundreds of times" they quickly stood up, trying to chase him down for the pen, but he only kept moving away "football — how many times do i have to explain! and look closer" he held the pen up high in air as they tried to retake it "you forgot to shower?" covering their mouth and nose with a hand, they stepped back.

he shook his head, a laugh escaping his lips "no, it's a new jersey, the colours are brighter" he pointed out the minute details, ignoring the look of unamusement on his darling's face. "just giv-" they quickly reached for the pen whilst his hands were down, only for him to use the opportunity to drag them closer, up against his chest "you left me a mountain of paperwork to do i'm busy!"

his smile fell; they were being difficult again. "you can't take a moment to admire me?" within seconds, he flashes them a cheeky grin. before they could explode into anger, he leaned in and pecked them on the lips, before running out "you can get your frustration out later after the match, good luck with the paperwork!"

BOLIVIA (Julio Paz)

• Julio is overwhelmingly possessive of his darling. He doesn't like to sound dramatic, but they're the only person that really matters to him. The only person he gives a damn about. So the least they can do is stop fucking talking to that ingrato spain or even looking at the likes of the USA. He's as bad as Manuel when it comes to isolating his darling from the outside world. They have him, why do they need other allies or friends, if they're that desperate he'll let them invite one of his brothers over but don't you dare think about associating with the likes of europe or asia. It pisses him off to no end when they go frolicking off with other nations, why isn't he enough?! • He isn't particularly open about his jealous and possessive tendencies, at least not at first, all he can really do is pout and give his darling the silent treatment — but he'll never tell them what he's upset about "no, don't worry about me nobody else does" he isn't afraid to use whatever card he has to subtly pull to guilt his darling into compliance. • Overtime, Julio will get more and more comfortable with expressing his discontent towards his darling, oh you went for tea with england? shame his boss decided to go with chile for that trade deal and not his darling's country. huh, apparently spain visited you the other day? and you let him into your house? what a clutz he is forgetting to turn the burner off when he was using his darling's stove to cook tucumenas. • His darling will find themselves not bothering to leave his side anymore, what good does it do them? or running for the hills, either way, there's no shaking him. Once he's become obsessed there's no getting free.

"aye!" julio barked. what a wonderful day it had been, enjoying a sleep in and then going motorcycling in the streets of la paz, only to come home to his darling packing their bags. "what do you think you're doing" storming in, he began throwing their things out the suitcase, ignoring their yells to stop.

"julio, im moving out" in a stern voice, they stood their ground, gripping his hands so he couldn't continue making a mess of their belonging "oh? you think you're too good for me now that gringo wants to be friends with you, huh"

he ripped his arm out of their grip, shoving them onto the bed "i can't live with you twenty four seven, i have a country to help run!" he wasn't listening to their arguments, he was tipping the rest of the contents of the suitcase on to the floor "julio!" they stood up only to get slammed into the bed, unable to move under his weight.

"maybe that ingrato had the right idea, maybe the only way to keep you in line is to lock you up" he stared deeply into their eyes as he spoke, he finally understood what spain had always said, if you wanted something you had to take it.

ARGENTINA (Martin Hernandez)

• Of all of Latin America, and perhaps the world, Martin is the most unpredictable yandere out there. His darling is constantly left on the edge; one moment he will seem to like them, only for the next to be filled with audacious humour that attacks their character. To his darling, he is a self absorbed man who they prefer to keep at arms length. To Martin, his darling is the menace that lives rent free in his head. He tells himself he thinks they're a boludo, a forro, a chamuyero, a careta, a sorete, every offensive pelotudo under the sun, he'd describe his darling with. • Yet he seems to reserve shitting on his darling as his sole right. Anyone else who tries something similar instantly gets the third degree because who the hell do they think they are. Lovino once went on about Martin's darling being some sort of bastard and got swiftly kicked where the sun doesn't shine. Martin passed it off as drunken rage, but it wasn't an isolated incident. He'd pick fights with the other latin american nations who his darling was having troubles with, of course it always has nothing to do with his darling he was just mad Luciano snubbed him from winning the world cup, that's all, "stop thinking everything's about you". • Martin is highly insecure on how his darling perceives him. When his delusion that they mean jack shit to him starts to fade, he's left with the reality that they see him as a royal jerkwad. Surely they still appreciate how attractive and intelligent and talented he is, right?! • He'll start to look for opportunities to show off — he'll overdress whenever he knows he might run into them, subtly get one of his brothers to drag them to his football games, so they can see how ripped and athletic he is, and.. y'know, he might just trip them over so he can show off his medical skills.

with an oomph, they fell to the ground, descending the stair at a rapid pace, one that would surely not uphold the ligaments in their ankle's, at the very least. "aye, pelotudo!" martin yelled from the top of the stairwell, tattering down the steps hastily, as if he hadn't been the one to put his foot in front of theirs, causing the aforementioned fall.

"are you trying to seduce the ground now" he ragged on, squatting down to their level, gripping on to their arm and dragging them to an upright position. a groan of pain left their lips, which sounded a bit too pleasing to martin. letting out a chuckle "what sort of boludo are you, falling down stairs, are you seven?" he examined their bruised limbs.

with a click of his tongue, he slid his arms under their legs and behind their back, hoisting them up with him. "i can walk-" "sure you can, you overgrown baby" he leg their legs fall to the ground, making contact with a loud crack he winced as they let out a cry of pain. maybe that was a bit harsh he mused to himself as he picked them up once more.

"see? useless bebito" he had this smug look on his face as he peered down at them. they diverted their gaze. "it's okay, i'll take you back to my place and put some ointment on, then tomorrow i'll take you in for an x-ray, bueno?"

CHILE (José Manuel González Rodríguez)

• Manuel can best be characterised as an isolating yandere. Once in his grasps, his darling can say goodbye to their social life. It's not that he's overwhelming and takes up all their time, his darling has plenty of free time with him, it's just that there's always a reason they can't leave. Whether it be dangerous wind currants preventing his darling from returning to their country, him or his darling suddenly falling ill, his boss wants to discuss a new treaty between he and his darling, and on and on. • He would never be caught openly admitting to his tendencies towards his darling. If they were to ever confront him about the isolation he tries to impose, he'd go straight to gaslighting: "maybe it's you who's isolating me, have you thought about that". He himself is in denial, and genuinely thinks it's his darling's own fault he's so enamoured. If they didn't want to be stuck with him they would just leave. He's not exactly America, he can't stop them. • That's what he tells himself, until they take his advice and distance them self from him. Something in him snaps. His only friend thinks they can just pick up and leave? Well shit, maybe he is the obsessed one. • Manuel is quick to break into their house. He'll say he's just paying them a visit, that's what friends do. But his intentions are clear, and his darling comes out of the night shaken up to say the least.

"uhh, manuel?" they chuckled nervously "it's eight at night — shouldn't you be in chile?" they scrunched their nose, something they always did when they were nervous. manuel would know, he'd observed everything about them.

he took a step closer but they took a step back. was it the blank look on his face? manuel tried smiling, but his cariño only seemed more uncomfortable. "am i not allowed to pay you a visit, weón" he tched, backing them up against the wall. he followed their eyes but they avoided his gaze "aye" he grabbed their chin "mucho mejor" he muttered under his breath, their eyes now meeting his.

his face leaned in closer until his lips dance above theirs, hand still sturdy on their chin "manuel" they managed to squeak out from the pressure of his fingers against their jaw "just — let go please" he surpressed a growl, letting his hand fall from their visage.

that same hand took ahold of their arm, dragging them along with him "manuel!" he ignored them "whatever i did im sorry!" he pushed into the bedroom, locking the door behind him.

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We are done with book 1, folks!!!

previously, in gideon the ninth

this happened

also, I was proven right about dulcinea (kind of)

just pointing that out again

final update of this book, it's gonna be a bit of a long one, folks (gideon, from inside my mind, where she is now living rent-free: "that's what she said!"):

we left off in the fight against not!dulcinea

yandere simulator twin w/inner chad was being used as a battery pad

regina george twin is at an unknown location

la gideon and my qp wife are fighting

harrowcita passed out

so basically not!dulcinea unlocks the big magnus archives entity monster harrowbean had previously locked

harrow wakes up to make a bone dome

for scale, this is the dome and mickey is gideon, but she's inside the thing

magnus archives junji ito monster keeps beating the dome from outside to crack it open like an egg

harrowbean starts to disintegrate from the inside because it's hard to make a bone spaceship earth and keep it up

camilla is accepting fate at this point, my poor beloved qp wife

but la gideon is not gonna give up

she's never gonna give you up

never gonna let you down

never gonna...

so harrow starts making a goodbye speech

reminding gideon to take care of the ninth and the barbie in the freezer

for the barbie reference, please go to this recap

but gideon is determined to come up with a plan

*very niche reference but "bien warrior" by miss bolivia plays in the background*

we all know this is a terrible idea because gideon's plans are always "punch really hard" and, in this case, that's a wild thing to do

but she does that

a metal version of that

she decides to, if I understand correctly (because description is scarce for various acceptable reasons) impale herself on the iron spikes inside the dome, to force Harrow to slurp her soul

so this is the situation

absolutely heartbreaking stuff

she's sort of ghost-placing herself behind Harrow to guide her using the sword

like this

and being all silly and gideon-esque and harrow is heartbroken and sad and it's all very very heartbreaking and I'm suffering

I'm ANGRY, OK????

IT'S NOT FAIR

I didn't even like gideon at the start

I complained about her for like a good first chunk of this book

I got mad at her for being dense and not following through with things

I got angry at her way of approaching situations and trusting people I didn't trust

I didn't totally vibe with her vibe most times

and then she made me like her and grow attached and NOW I HAVE TO SUFFER???

what's the point????? you make me like you and then you SACRIFICE YOURSELF?????

WHY??????

footage of me

anyway, it's fine, we're fine, everything's FINE

harrow and force-ghost gideon defeat not!dulcinea by aiming at the "issue" palmolive started

( @lady-harrowhark "paramedics" is actually a much better nickname, why didn't I think of that)

not!dulcinea crosses the veil, hopefully forever, good riddance bitch, you really did fuck everything up for petty reasons

harrow passes out

afterwards, harrow wakes up in like a sort of hospital situation or something like that

the space version of that

there's a man reading stuff in a tablet and a paper

a "flimsy", which I didn't know was something before this book (again, not a native English speaker, doing my best here)

the man has very specific eyes which I imagined in a way that I'm not sure is what it's supposed to be, but I'm gonna keep my version for now

this is the man of the hour, the emperor, many other titles I can't remember, the reason we all got together in the first place

harrow is upset, I'm upset, we're all upset

emperor sama over here can't do shit about it

according to him

which, what are you, the wizard of oz?

he's also like "forgive not!dulcinea, it was my bad" I WILL FORGIVE NOTHING

he says he can't bring gideon back without risking harrowbean as well

very limited for a man who claims to be god

who seems to have beef with a barbie in an ice cube

idk about this guy

so he tells harrow that he's gonna protect the ninth if she becomes lyctor because the universe is going to shit and he can't handle everything on his own anymore

you know what could have helped, my man? COMMUNICATION

WE DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING AT ANY GIVEN POINT

anyway, harrow is, at this point, tired and sad and grieving for everything so she says ok

according to this guy, the only other survivor is yandere simulator twin w/inner chad who is missing an arm

very convenient for him, who needs lyctors

an didn't, at any point, explain anything

but they "haven't been able" to find the bodies of: la gideon, my wife and regina george twin

everyone else was, at least, partially recovered, as far as I remember he said

they're probably gathering pieces of palmolive from every carpet and piece of wallpaper

I am reluctantly gonna miss that guy

so there is hope that I'm not a qp widow yet and that la gideon might come back in some capacity, which I MEAN, COME ON

also, I don't know if people would be making such a fuss about her arms if her body wasn't of consequence anymore

because I don't know much about these books but I did know that coming in, that and skull make up were my two clues

and we still don't know where she came from and if she's a demigod

and why her hair and eyes are that color

I don't know, I'm unsure about this

I hold hope

keeeeeeep hoooooolding ooooooon ♪

I am sure regina george twin will be back because people have been cryptic about her in replies to my updates

and I hope camilla comes back because right now I'm like a victorian wife, standing at a lighthouse, waiting for her sailor to come back from the depths of the sea, throwing messages in bottles

final extra notes:

THERE WAS A GLOSSARY ALL ALONG

I COULD HAVE BEEN LOOKING AT IT

maybe it was better this way, though, but WHY DIDN'T I LOOK PROPERLY

PALMOLIVE WOULD KILL ME FOR THIS OVERSIGHT

now I know what thanergy is, what thalergy is, what bone magic and flesh magic differ in, can you believe???

I can summon my own construct and everything

it's the only way to make friends as an adult, after all

there is a guide for the names and I have been pronouncing more things right than I thought because many of these are based in Latin and I'm a Spanish speaker so maybe if I had just pronounced them as they sounded to me I could have remembered more names

there is also a list of salseo/tea from judith

I kept making comments while reading them

she was acting like camilla was of no consequence from the start

ALSO PROTOZOA HAD KIDS?????? WHAT????

man, poor dude, rip this guy we never really knew

she did read chad for filth, which is correct

but they were off about absolutely everything else

important ending commentary of the book:

as an ending side note

I'm going to just point this out, with kindness and utmost respect

like, much love and respect and warm regards

don't kill me for this

as an editor

I am enraged with the tagline they have in the cover of this book, now that I've finished it

the quote that's in the cover about lesbian necromancers in a victorian mansion in space and whatnot

it sells the book incredibly short and also tells you things you shouldn't be told because a) they aren't as clear cut as they make them out to be and b) you should be told none of that entering this book

best experience is to know absolutely nothing

like gideon

and since I have an ebook, I see that quote more prominently than any blurb

it reads like the short summary of a fic and it doesn't do it justice one bit

now that I've finished the book, I think this post was about it and I didn't know at the time, because that's fair

this book is very difficult to categorize because it seems to be using a lot of different references and mixing them together in a very personal and unique way to the author

but, because of that, it's a very unique take on different things

I think it stands very aligned with both core classics and more contemporary foundations, at the same time

and the narrative point of view is a bit at-odds with the complexity of the lore, which makes it a very brave first part of a bigger thing for an author to throw out there

and it works, as it is

it actually works well like that

however, as difficult as it can be to explain it, that tagline really flattens it to something that I don't think favors how much more of that it is???

I don't know, that's just my personal & professional opinion, but anyway

I need to go find the next one

you haven't seen the last of me!!!!!

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over-the-top cute boy (improbably young for his position of power) in an over-the-top frilly lolita dress with an over-the-top manic narcissistic Queen-Of-Hearts some-kind-of-dere-probably-yandere-but-maybe-several-of-them personality. he is the state's chief prosecutor and he is named Olivia Bolivia Francesca Von Kafkatrap. is this something

what if I kinned him

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El Pecado del Ángel

Resumen:

 Herido y triste, pensó que iba a morir, hasta que ese amable ser le tendió su mano y lo salvo

 Pobre ser alado, se había comenzado a enamorar

 La caja de pandora ha sido abierta ante un amor prohibido y pecaminoso. El juicio de dios ante el pecado del “ángel” será severo

 Las alas del ángel, peligran ante el pecado del amor

 México (seme) x Ciudad del Vaticano (uke)

(Ciudad del Vaticano x México)

Jamaica x México (mención)

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 Me encaaaaannntaaaa decir que esta historia no es lo que parece ¬u¬ muajajajajajajaajajajajajaja bueno ¿Por dónde puedo comenzar? No lo sé Xd yanderes, muerte de un personaje pero sin serlo… hammmm… historia sad… lol ¿Algo más? XD ha si, solo un único lemon

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 Ok… amm… historia inspirada en la canción “himitsu kuro no chikai” en realidad, por esta canción fue que me llene de inspiración para la historia XD… se podría decir, que todo el fic, es en realidad un songfic pero hey! No se dejen engañar… la historia no es ni por asomo de igual… bueno, tal vez un poquito en el principio pero nada que ver los finales ¬u¬ ya verán…

 Ahora, este fic ya esta (literalmente) acabado XD son un total de 9 capítulos y wow… como que hay largos y como que hay realmente pequeños que ni una hoja son… no diré que lo publicare todo de golpe pues no es el caso, además… siento que tengo muchos huecos argumentativos… en fin…

 Pssss… no tengo ni idea… como que al final les termine agradando el Vaticano (country) o como que al final terminen odiándolo aun mas si es que aun no lo odiaban después del fic de “Alas” XD… ya veremos que procede porque bueno XD… las cosas son interesante s hahaha en fin… no molesto mas

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 1 - El ángel herido

 -Muy bien, es todo por hoy. Pueden retirarse-  anuncia ONU terminando de soltar un cansado suspiro de alivio y comenzar a apilar los documentos utilizados. México junto a los latinos se pone de pie, estirando sus huesos y haciéndolos crujir, sonríe radiante y emocionado cuando se nota a si mismo libre de todo

 -¡Weon!-  lo llaman a la distancia, cuando el tricolor desvía la mirada encuentra a Chile junto a Brasil, Perú, Bolivia y otros latinos sonriendo divertidos, México avanza hacia ellos una vez ha terminado de juntar todos sus documentos y ponerlos bajo su brazo

 -¿Qué honda raza? ¿Qué pedo?-  pregunta emocionado y divertido, algunos countrys ríen ante sus ocurrencias, otros solo lo saludan como si nada, finalmente, se hace la mención esperada. Irían a explorar la ciudad ya que se encontraban en Rumania y buscarían sus famosas cervezas, México sonrió emocionado, indudablemente esa era una idea maravillosa que solo un imbécil rechazaría… o un imbécil con trabajo acumulado…

 -Lo siento wey, no puedo… ando hasta el cogote de pinches papeleos y trabajo… otro día con calmita. Por ahora debo volver con mi presidente pa andar arreglando los pedos de mi país- dijo frunciendo el seño aunque mostraba una sonrisa, clara muestra de que no le gustaba la idea de rechazar una invitación a beber pero, sabiendo los problemas que todo el mundo estaba pasando, tal vez era lo más adecuado. Nadie dijo nada en contra, todos aceptaron de un buen modo y mientras México se aleja, disculpándose por no poder asistir a una buena peda como ya le hacía falta, también escucha que le toca al pobre de Bolivia ser el conductor designado, el que le tocara ser el sobrio del grupo y… sabiendo que no se lleva del todo bien con Chile… a ver si no terminan causando pedos en el bar donde vayan…

 México ríe aunque discretamente se muestra deprimido… lo que daría por estar ahí y grabarlo todo pa luego subirlo a youtube y poder tener dinero extra… aunque bueno,  con lo pinche mamona que se está poniendo la puta plataforma, ni pa que hacerle al intento… además, cabizbajo, se dice que de todos modos no lo iba a poder ver… porque tenía puto trabajo que hacer allá en su hogar…

 -Seee… se country decían… será divertido decían… hijos de la chingada-  gruñe el tricolor enjorobandose mientras se dirige hacia su auto y comienza a marchar hacia su hotel y acto seguido, poder irse al aeropuerto y largarse de ahí tan rápido como llego

 -Vaticano ¿No piensa quedarse esta vez? Según tengo entendido, a usted también le han dado oportunidad de observar la forma de coexistencia en otros países apartados de su gracia-  anuncia Roma de un modo elocuente y respetuoso al country realmente bajito pero con un aura tranquila y elegante que, solo gira a verlo y le sonríe de un modo puro y gentil

 -Agradezco tu amabilidad querido Roma, pero mi deber me llama y el señor aunque paciente, no puede esperar-  se despide sin más, saliendo seguido de un grupo de guardias que lo van custodiando… era obviamente claro que, al ser el country del país más religioso, los atentados a él y a su papa no serian cualquier cosa, además, estaba más concentrado en saber en qué más seria mandado por la iglesia apenas llegara; lo más seguro es que no tendría tiempo ni de desempacar sus maletas antes de ser enviado a algún lugar alejado de la mano de dios para dar la palabra del señor o cosas por el estilo… tomo un suave respiro que deseo ser de cansancio… como desearía poder estar en su cama y poder dormir un poco… aun si la iglesia le exigía estar ya consciente y preparado para ayudar al prójimo

 Subió la mirada al cielo una vez salió de las instalaciones. Sonrió suavemente cuando pudo notar un hermoso y despeado cielo azul apenas decorado con algunas nubes que viajaban sin prisas allá a donde el viento las llevaba… sintió el viento en su cara y deseo poder abrir esas blancas alas aun más pura que la nieve virgen… deseo poder volar y averiguar si realmente las nubes eran tan esponjosas como para poder dormir sobre ellas, pero su mente lo regresa a la realidad cuando escucha el suave carraspeo de un hombre. Al volver la mirada al frente, se encuentra ya con su limusina esperando por él, con la puerta abierta, La ciudad del Vaticano suspira con una suave sonrisa amable que nadie puede ver que es resignada; avanza al frente y entra al carro, observando un último segundo con sus propios ojos el cielo azul antes de que un vidrio blindado en color negro opaque su visión de la libertad que no poseía con facilidad

 -¿Iremos ya al aeropuerto? ¿La santa iglesia no me ha dado alguna misión para atender de inmediato?-  pregunta a su manager… si es que se le pude decir de algún modo a ese otro humano de lentes gruesos que no para de ver su tableta y mover su dedo al parecer haciendo cosas importantes

 -Al parecer tiene que ir a un remoto pueblo al este de Escocia donde ha habido un deslave de las tierras, su trabajo es dar paz a los afectados y demostrar que la iglesia está preocupada por la situación, después de eso, debemos ir ahora a China para atender contra algunos atentados contra la iglesia y después de eso…-  continua hablando y hablando y hablando el hombre, La ciudad del Vaticano solo toma un pequeño suspiro que trata de ser hondo pero discreto… eso se oía cansado hasta la muerte, ni siquiera parecía que pudiera poner su cabeza sobre una almohada porque ya iría a otro lugar y no parecía que se fuera a detener pronto… ¿Hace cuanto que no está en su propio país de nacimiento? Dios, es demasiado si se comienza a hacer esta pregunta pero bueno… este era su papel y, al menos, por lo que había descubierto en las reuniones con la ONU, al menos su trabajo parecía menos laborioso que aquellos que tenían el resto de los countryhumans… debería de ser agradecido, se dijo y recordó que en algún momento, el papa también se lo dijo…

 Qué curioso que no lo sienta como una bendición…

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 -¿Diga? ¿sí? Ha… si, si… lo siento, el vuelo se ha retrasado… si, al parecer andan con que hay drogas y bueno… ya sabes… un desmadre por acá… si, aja… lo sé… tratare de no meterme… ho… de hecho parece que ya se puede avanzar… aleluya… mi algodón de azúcar, usted trae la suerte-  se rio el tricolor colgando el teléfono luego de terminar la llamada y observar que, ahora que han deportado a un grupo de contrabandistas a su hogar y decomisar lo que parece una buena cantidad de droga, el aeropuerto parece poder continuar con su ajetreado día que ahora está retrasado…

 -Es por aquí señor-  anuncia uno de sus guardias… México agradece al hombre que pertenece a Rumania y también sonríe suavemente con algo de agradecimiento y emoción… fue un lindo detalle de parte de Rumania poner al menos un guardaespaldas cuidando de cada country… era un detalle peculiar y muy lindo debía admitir el tricolor

 -Ya luego le daré las gracias apropiadamente-  se dijo bajito para que nadie le pudiera escuchar pero con una gran sonrisa esperanzada… hay silencios después de eso, el hombre guía a México a su vuelo, un avión privado también prestado por parte de Rumania y ahora México se pregunta si el tipo no querrá algo… el tricolor se niega, tal vez sea su amabilidad, se llega a decir como si nada, tratando de pensar en las posibilidades y siguiendo el avanzar

-Una vez más, muchas gracias por todas tus amables atenciones, muchas gracias de corazón-  se despide una última vez del hombre que ahora muestra un tenue sonrojo en sus mejillas y que trata de verse profesional sonriendo de un modo amable aunque se nota nervioso, México ríe suavemente y antes de irse, le da un suave abrazo, lo suficientemente fuerte para sentirlo pero sin llegar a ser incomodo o a lastimarlo, el hombre se ve nervioso pero lo agradece… finalmente México sube al avión y marcha…

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 -hhaaaa haaaa hhaaaaa…-  apenas creía poder escuchar su propio jadear cansado, todos sus sentidos estaban confundidos, se sentía terriblemente desorientado y no creía que sus alas le respondieran como debían… así que solo contaba con sus piernas… con sus diminutas piernas cansadas y lastimadas, con sus músculos temblando en cansancio y cada vez poniéndose más duros negándose a dejarlo moverse con velocidad

 Hilos de sangre le estaban manchando el rostro… no podía escuchar muy bien, su equilibrio era terrible. Recuerda que leyó en alguna revista científica que el equilibrio estaba muy ligado a los oídos pero no recuerda mucho. Además, sabe que no es el momento para frenare a pensar en cosas así cuando lo estaban persiguiendo

 -¡¡Haaa!!!-  soltó un grito agudo cuando su brazo fue lastimado agudamente, miro la zona, su ropa blanca y dorada estaba comenzando a macharse en sangre. Siente un terrible escalofrío y un miedo calando en lo profundo de su corazón, sin embargo agradece también tener instinto de supervivencia y que eso mismo sea lo que ahora lo esté llevando entre calles y callejuelas por quien sabe donde… cree escuchar a la distancia los disparos; cree escuchar a la distancia que lo llaman; cree escuchar a la distancia… un avión…

 Su mirada comienza a volverse borrosa lentamente, sus alas se extienden, heridas de ambos lados, sangrantes y pegajosas de su propia sangre; terriblemente dolidas y sin mucho movimiento al sentirse frágiles, sin embargo; mientras sus ojos comienzan a perder la visión de lo que está pasando a sus alrededores, sus alas aletean hasta que algo las frena… por fin, la oscuridad lo embriaga solo acunado por el sonido de las turbinas de algún avión… lo sabe, reconoce el sonido… ¿Habría podido llegar al avión del papa? Ojala y si…

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 -Llegamos señor-  anuncio un hombre y México agradeció poniéndose de pie y bajando del avión, volviendo la mirada hacia atrás y notando que no hay nadie para sacar sus maletas y que el piloto parece solo verlo curioso, México sonríe divertido y algo avergonzado, niega un momento y se acerca junto al piloto para ir a la parte trasera del avión, tal y como si fuera un carro gigante, abren las puertas traseras y comienzan a sacar todas las cajas del latino… sin embargo, hay una alfombra que el latino no recuerda además de que el piloto dice no ser suyo, el tricolor se encoje de hombros y se lo lleva… a lo mejor es otro regalo de parte de Rumania… diablos si seguía dándole tantos regalos tendría que decirle el sí a su proposición indirecta

 Ríe el latino cuando termina por ser ayudado por algunas personas para llevar todas sus cosas hacia su pequeño vehículo propio, suspirando aliviado cuando ve casi todo acomodado, solo faltando la curiosa alfombra enrollada, México parpadea curioso y, notando demasiado peso para una alfombra que no se veía muy grande, lo lanza sin cuidado a su vehículo

 -Hhhggg!!-  escucha un quejido bajito, México pega un brinco y mira entre sus cosas, asustado, nota también que hay movimiento en la alfombra… se mueve como si fuera un gusano gigante y, por unos instantes, su mente comienza a recrearle tantos y tantos videojuegos de terror donde salían gusanos gigantes pero… ¿Qué salieran de una alfombra?... okey, su miedo inicial se ve arruinado por su propia mente y ahora solo hay curiosidad en su ser, como si se tratase de un niño pequeño… parpadea curioso y se acerca

 Lo primero que hace es desatar el lazo que tenia amarrada la alfombra, cuando lo hace comienza a desenvolver la alfombra sobre las demás cosas que tenia encontrando por fin, manchas de liquido rojo que está bastante seguro por el aroma que no era para nada vino tinto… cuando logra quitar toda la alfombra, con lo que se encuentra no es precisamente con un tipo de gusano gigante… sino con un country

 -¡Me lleva la chingada! ¡Ciudad del Vaticano! Wey… hey! ¡Háblame wey!-  pide rápidamente acercándose para verlo, estaba lleno de balas por todo su cuerpo, realmente mal herido y sangrante, incluso, algo que nunca le había visto. Un par de alas magulladas y también con manchas de sangre que no sabe si son por heridas creadas ahí mismo o solo su propia sangre manchándolo; no es de importar, sino ver lo maltratado que se encuentra el pequeño country. México se endereza dentro de su cajuela y mira a todos lados

-Tengo que llevarte a un hospital de urgencia-  dice rápidamente, aunque, tan rápido como se quiere mover de entre sus maletas, también nota un muy suave y apenas perceptible apretón en su mano cercana a su rodilla. Al bajar la mirada puede ver a la ciudad del vaticano mirándolo con un ojo medio abierto y con un gesto verdaderamente dolido… México se acerca al notar que hay movimiento en sus labios

 -N-No… Me… me quieren… matar… no… no me… lleves… a un… hos… hospital-  jadea bajito y con trabajo, México junta sus cejas en un gesto preocupado y tomando un hondo respiro asiente preocupado. Rápidamente, acomoda todas sus cosas a modo de que el vaticano pueda seguir acostado pero con las maletas ahora en la zona de atrás del copiloto, rápidamente México arranca hacia su hogar con velocidad, marcando de paso hacia su presidente…

 A sus muchos trabajos, de pronto se le suma el tener que ayudar a alguien que parece estar a punto de morir…

 Notas finales:

 ¡Y aquí está por fin! XD hahahaha… les dije que era raro y loco XP pero bueno, si se fijan, también tiene mucha similitud con la canción XD muajajajajaaj… como dije, esta historia no es lo que parece ¬u¬ están advertidos muajajajajajajaajjaa ha si, por puro aclare de cosas… en teoría, México es el seme peeeerooooo, es el Vaticano quien hace el esfuerzo por que el otro lo note XD México, como buen pendejo, ni lo nota…

 Datos extras:

 *La junta de ONU fue en Rumania y este, como una señal de hospedaje les dio un guardaespaldas a todos y un vuelo particular a cada uno ¿Por qué? Porque yolo

*Loooool super cliché… le pusieron una bomba al auto del vaticano; de todos los que iban, solo el country salió vivo

*Aquí necesito explicar algo bien importante. Si atacan al country, el país también se ve afectado… si atacan al país, el country se ve afectado… y en este caso, hicieron un ataque terrorista y el Vaticano quedo seriamente herido

*Los terroristas trataron de robar al Vaticano para pedir recompensa pero el cabron logro escapar…

*No pregunten como… cuando uno siente que amenazan su vida, se pone de loco… el Vaticano, en busca de sobrevivir logro llegar al aeropuerto y quien sabe cómo se metió en una alfombra que fue equivocadamente puesta en el avión del mexicano

*México tuvo que llamar a un medico especial a su hogar luego de llegar para que curaran al Vaticano…

*Solo el presidente sabe que México está cuidando al Vaticano (country)

*El mundo cree que el Vaticano ha desaparecido…

 Bueno, por ahora creo que eso es todo lo importante a explicar… lo dicho, este fic es medio raro XP… aunque es un fic chico de 9 capítulos… en fin

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 Canción dedicada a linuank (de tumblr) ya que de ella es donde vi la ship de Rusia x Bolivia… les soy honesta… no me atrae, pero escuche la canción y dije... ¡Joder! De huevos tenía que ponerla XD

 ¡A leer!

 Canción 5 “Batalla de rap Yandere-kun vs Yandere-chan”

 Resumen

 ¡Épicas batallas de rap en la sede de la ONU!

 La confrontación entre México vs Bolivia por el amor de Rusia

 ¡Que comience!

 México vs Bolivia (ambos) x Rusia

 El ambiente era tenso… la sede de la ONU como pocas veces se encontraba en completo silencio, observando a los que, delante, cara a cara, siendo vistos por todo el mundo, se encuentran viéndose fijamente en silencio, con miradas retadoras, inyectadas en sangre y deseos de muerte

 De un lado, se encontraba México, country que comienza a volverse potencia, interesado románticamente en Rusia, el country que ha desaparecido hace unos días

 Confrontándolo, se encuentra Bolivia, con un cuchillo de cocina en sus manos fuertemente apretado, viendo con odio al tricolor, incluso su pequeño gorro ha sido retirado cuando ambos, previamente se habían enfrentado sin lograr acertar ningún golpe… solo estaban ahí, México con su camisa rasgada por la zona del estomago y Bolivia sin su gorro, ambos, viéndose fijamente con detenimiento, siendo el mexicano, el primero en sonreír burlesco y superior

 -¿Intentando robar a mi tripaloski? ¿Con quién mierda crees que estas lidiando pendejo?-  pregunta primero, sacando de entre sus ropas su propia daga, girándola sin interés al tiempo que comienza a caminar lentamente, paso a paso alrededor de Bolivia, sin quitarse la vista mutuamente, viéndose con desafío

-Si lo intentas tomar, solo sé que te espera un cuchillo con tu nombre en el-  anuncia divertido, lanzando el arma y volviendo a sujetarla con su otra mano, dando un paso más para acercarse a Bolivia y dejar de caminar a su al redor, ahora, no con una sonrisa divertida, sino con un gesto más serio

-Soy el héroe de esta historia, tu solo eres un aspirante a mi pero ¿Realmente quieres pelear? Hehe, entonces, por favor, inténtalo y dame tu mejor golpe-  susurra, notando que Bolivia toma su palabra y trata de atacarlo solo logrando crear distancia entre ambos, un breve silencio después, México vuelve a sonreír de ese modo burlesco, volviendo a su pose recta y seguir caminando alrededor de Bolivia como si nada mas importara

 -Acéptalo, hay mucho de lo que puedo hacer que tu nunca lograras y dudo que tengas el coraje para tener su ropa interior-  anuncia con una sonrisa de victoria cuando nota el sonrojo de Bolivia en sus mejillas y su cólera incrementar haciéndolo reír momentáneamente no solo superior, sino burlesco

-O atar a tu rival en una silla y hacer que desee nunca haber nacido…-  sonríe de medio lado divertido desviando la mirada al recordar a la última persona que termino “lastimado” aquella vez, volviendo a la realidad al ver a Bolivia y continuar con su monologo

-Así que deja el acto y abandona, estoy seguro que que te ha de faltar algo de raro porno por cable-  se burla por final, la mirada afilada y el silencio de Bolivia por fin se rompen y una media sonrisa aparece haciendo a México detener su movimiento y viendo ahora que es Bolivia quien avanza a pasos calmados viéndolo fijamente para comenzar con su propio monologo

 -Hehe, es divertido como todo el mundo esta tan enamorado de tu posición, “el único que podría llenar la verdadera realización de una historia”-  se burla haciendo al gesto de México mostrar molestia por unos segundos

-Pero ya ves, déjame contarte sobre las reglas de la guerra. “En la guerra y en el amor todo se vale” y yo soy tu enemigo en esta guerra por amor-  sonrió afilando la mirada, México juro que había visto un brillo carmesí en sus ojos y afilo su mirada con enfado

-Ya lo sabes México, soy el chico con el que no te quieres meter, así que será mejor que huyas y te escondas, porque si no, riendo, te abriré el cuello y te veré morir-  anuncio emocionado, pasando la daga (por la zona que no tenia filo) por su cuello demostrando lo que le haría al contrario si se acercaba. Muchos de los que miraban la escena se estremecen en miedo, México solo continua callado, observando la sonrisa desquiciada de Bolivia sin hacer mayor movimiento

-Así que te daré un verso para alejarme y que tú me ruegues por un perdón-  sonrió divertido, otros tantos estallaron en murmullos de terror, México se canso de escuchar y bufo molesto cruzándose de brazos

 -¿Y tú piensas que me das miedo? Déjame mostrarte algo aterrador niño, tú no puedes existir en un mundo donde la ley de la corrupción da “justicia social”-  sonrió de medio lado comenzando a avanzar ahora haciendo a Bolivia a retroceder lentamente

-Difícil para mí no sería fingir un pequeño accidente que te involucre como la mente maestra, algunas razones para que la gente confirme la historia y tu estarás perdido lejos de mi amado Rusia-  anuncia divertido a punto de acorralar a Bolivia contra un muro, siendo este el que de un empuje al cuerpo de México y vuelan al centro de la habitación para seguir su discusión

-Mi situación me da un pase; así que tu aquí solo eres el bebe llorón que quedara en ridículo frente al mundo que nos observa-  sonríe superior, Bolivia afila unos segundos su mirada, cambiando a un rostro divertido y calmo, como si las palabras del latino no le afectaran en lo mas mínimo

 -Jeje ¿Y tú piensas que las políticas me detendrán? ¡Solo mira alrededor! La gente implora porque te derrote! ¿Eso no suena nada mal verdad?-  sonreí superior, sacando de nuevo su daga y colocándola al filo del cuello de México quien se niega a moverse de su lugar, aun con un gesto molesto

-No importa lo que somos; entonces, tu pequeño verso simplemente se hace mierda… solo da media vuelta y déjame a Rusia a mi-  empuja un poco el cuchillo creando una pequeña herida en el cuello del latino, apenas una línea que deja salir un diminuto hilo de sangre que solo hace sonreír al tricolor con escudo de águila, Bolivia también lo hace, apuntando esta vez la punta del cuchillo al pecho en la zona del corazón del tricolor

-Tú, triste y patética basura miserable de ser-  se burla una última vez, a punto de empujar el arma y acabar por fin con la vida de México, siendo el latino, que, junto a una estridente risa, toma el cuchillo con su mano al desnudo, dejando caer hilos de sangre, jala el arma lejos de su cuerpo y  ríe aun mas

 -Pff hahahaha eres divertido para ser un hombre muerto- anuncia, haciendo girar la muñeca de Bolivia donde aun se encontraba la daga y ahora, siendo empujada hacia su cuello donde hay una pequeña hendidura creándose

 -Estas desperdiciando mi tiempo, tengo que irme y asegurarme que Rusia este bien-  gruñe, solo que esta vez México lo toma desde su nuca para negar a que se aleje

 -¡Con una mierda! Te lo dije Bolivia ¡RUSIA ES MÍO!- grita colérico, Bolivia gira su cuerpo logrando tomar la daga de México a cambio de dar la suya

-No me lo quitaras, te matare antes de siquiera darte una oportunidad-  amenaza con el arma de Bolivia en sus manos, el contrario solo sonríe superior

 -¿Realmente lo crees?-  se endereza unos segundos con una pose de batalla y arma en mano, sonriendo aun de ese modo superior

 -Estoy seguro-  asegura México poniéndose en modo de batalla también

 -Pues bailemos-  es la última palabra que sale de Bolivia antes de que ambos countrys salten a la batalla que decidiría el destino de un country desaparecido

 Notas finales:

 Y… solo porque quiero publicar una historia loca XD es que avanzo esta… ademas, como dije, este va en dedicatoria porque yolo XP simplemente quise hacerlo, no hay mas razones XP ademas de que me gusta su forma de dibujar… como sea

 La canción deja abiertamente para que las personas decidan quien puede ganar… aquí lo dejo igual XP

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