BST Chapter 4
Posted on: September 19, 2009, at 11:12:46pm

An hour had passed and an empty bottle sat in front of a drunk Texas. Spain had learned that Tequila was a lot stronger than he expected so he had stopped after a sip or two. Now Spain and Carlos sat there waiting for her to come back from her drunken stupor and start hitting them. But as her eyes began to seem to refocus they noticed they didn’t look the same. Stella’s eyes were piercing, dangerous and bottomless. If you stared to long at them you’d lose yourself and she’d see straight through you. The black eyes staring at them were full of innocence and looked very childish. Suddenly she sprang up tackling Spain and hugging him around his neck. “Big brother, can you and Carlos play some football I’ll be cheering you on.” She giggled and looked up at him. Spain looked horrified, an hour ago the girl who was currently cuddling up against him had threatened to cut his manhood off. He looked up at Mexico, begging for an answer Mexico pointed at the bottle and mouthed drunk. Spain sighed, their wasn’t anything he could do, sure he didn’t mind her acting like this he just prayed that she wouldn’t remember it in the morning. “Big brother are you gonna play football with Carlos?” she asked once again. He looked over at Mexico again who flashed him a smile as if to say HELL YEAH! With that Stella sprung up, grabbing Spain’s hand and leading him outside. Carlos followed behind, trying not to laugh at the scene of a drunk Texas and a blushing Spain. They arrived at an abandoned football field. Mexico tossed a ball with black and white hexagons on it. “Do you know how to play football, Antonio?” “No, but I learn from experience, so lets play!” With that Carlos dropped the ball kicking it with his foot and dodging past Spain towards the goal. Spain chased after him “Hey! No fair!” he shouted at Carlos. Carlos laughed, “Who said Football was fair!” “GO! Big brother you can do it!” Texas shouted from the sidelines “Looks like you have a fan Antonio!” Mexico chuckled as he slammed the ball into Spain’s goal “And looks like I’m winning.” They played for two more hours but stopped when Spain kicked in the winning goal. Stella ran across the field hugging Spain around the neck again and placing a kiss on his cheek. Mexico chuckled “Oh, so he IS your boyfriend.” “Yup!” Stella replied nuzzling her face against his. “Um, Mexico maybe we should head back to your house.” “Yeah we probably should, you can stay in the guest room if you want” Stella released her hold on Spain and started walking towards the house. An embarrassed Spain and a cheery Mexico followed Texas back to the brick house. It was gonna be long night.