BST Chapter 5
Posted on: September 21, 2009, at 08:10:06pm

After that Spain was allowed to stay in the land and colonized it. It was never spoken but it was kind of a mutual agreement. Although Spain had yet to get used to the twins he was now living with. He had learned that Texas hid the Tequila for a good reason though, one time he had managed to find it. And Spain had woken up in his bed with Texas asleep on the ground and Carlos asleep hanging from the ceiling by his feet. He also noticed that Texas didn’t like going far from the house unless absolutely necessary. Whenever he asked if she wanted to go with him to the marketplace she’d stiffen, shoot him a death glare, and then walk out of the room with an excuse. Spain would end up going to the marketplace alone, avoiding the dirty looks he got from the villagers. Whenever he asked Carlos about it Mexico would give him a blank stare and then change the subject. Besides the weird way they acted some times they were getting along pretty well. Carlos and him would go to Fiestas all the time. And Texas was finally starting to warm up to him, lately it seemed to be his hobby to make her blush. After all, the only boy she had been around was her brother so she wasn’t used to being hit on. Today though it seemed that Texas would have to come, Mexico and him had to go in town to the blacksmith to get the horses fit for their horseshoes, so neither of them could go for her. Spain smiled, going to tell Stella of this. He walked into the Living Room, spotting the girl curled into a chair reading a book. “STELLA!” Spain shouted getting the girls attention. She sighed, “What do you need Spain, AND I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME STELLA.” He grinned at her agitation “You need to go to Marketplace, Carlos and I are going to the Blacksmith.” Texas froze, all anger evaporating from her face. “I-I see, well I’ll get ready to go than.” She turned and walked away leaving Spain confused in the Living Room. After talking with Spain Texas grabbed her things and started towards the village, dreading what was to come. It took her about thirty minutes before she arrived at the small town that lay South of her home. She pulled her hood up before entering the village. Praying she wouldn’t run into conflict before she left it. Mexico and Spain had just arrived at the blacksmith, Mexico told Spain to wait outside while the horses were fitted shoes. He didn’t mind though, the Marketplace was across the road and it was interesting to watch them all go about their days. Spain was just starting to get bored of it though when a figure in a hooded black cloak appeared, quickly going from shop to shop as if desperately trying to finish and get away from the place. All seemed to be well until someone recognized the masked person and the children began to chase them, throwing stones as they ran. A dog grabbed the end of the cloak, keeping them from running away. The kids continued to stone the person, until an adult threw a bottle at the figure’s face throwing the figure to the ground and removing the hood. “Texas!” the figure’s hood revealed a beaten Stella. Spain ran across the road towards her, dodging the stones the kids continued to throw. He knelt next to Stella who was fighting to continue consciousness. “Texas, are you okay?” Mexico walked out of the blacksmith with the horses “Oh My God, Stella!” And then everything went black. When she finally woke up she saw Mexico changing her bandages. “Stella, I thought you said this stopped.” Texas stared at the ground, the ceiling, anywhere but into the heartbroken eyes of her brother. “But, why are all these bruises here, they weren’t here the last time this happened.” Texas felt terrible; she still wasn’t looking up but she could tell he was on the verge of crying. The whole time Spain stood in the doorway watching the scene unfold. Suddenly Texas snapped her head “What do you want, Antonio” her words laced with poison “this is all your fault!” She launched forward but Mexico grabbed her wrist before she could attack him. “Let me go Carlos! It’s his fault! The villagers are attacking me because the Spanish and French are settling in my land! Because he came to our land you’re on the verge of crying and I wont allow that.” She turned back at the man she was aiming all her hatred at. “Go away! I knew we shouldn’t have let you settle here! I wont let anyone make Carlos cry!” And with that all of her strength depleted from her body and she collapsed into Mexico’s arms. He wrapped his arm around her and rocked her to sleep. Spain had never seen that side of Texas and he never wanted to again. Sure Texas was violent, grumpy, and the social skills of a five year old but Spain could see that underneath her tough demeanor was a shy girl who was just starting to come out and then this happened. Her eyes were full of pure hatred, blinded by fury and he could have sworn that underneath it all was fear. I shot up with a start, drenched in cold sweat. I never remembered going to sleep. I tried desperately to remember the events leading up to this. Let’s see there was Spain, food, LOTS of alcohol, and memories. I got up going to get a drink. As I walked to the kitchen I saw a light beaming from the Living room. I walked in there to see Spain sitting in his favorite chair reading a Spanish novel. “Spain, your still up.” He shot up but his eyes softened when he noticed it was I. “Stella, what are you doing up.” I walked across the room, sitting on the arm of his chair, curling into a ball and nuzzling my face into his neck. “St-Stella?” “Spain, I’m sorry.” As I dozed off I could have sworn he smiled at me.