Once upon a time, in a time long forgotten, three children played in a clearing on a warm summer's day, two boys and a girl. The boys were twins with golden hair, fair skin and lovely blue eyes. The girl looked to be a couple years older than the two toddlers. She had black hair, brown eyes and dark skin. Looking at them, you never would have guessed they were related, and yet, they were all siblings.

The girl's name was Xiuhcoatl, later, when the conquistadors came, her name would be changed to Maria. Even later, most people would simply know her as Mexico, but she would never forget her real name. Her baby brother's names were Dyami and Mato. England and France would give them "proper" names, Alfred and Matthew. They were so little that by the time they were adults America and Canada had completely forgotten their true names. But Mexico didn't forget them. She cherished their names and her memories of their childhood deep within her heart.

When Mexico wanted to strangle her brothers (albeit for very different reasons; America was too obnoxious and she was frustrated with Canada's crippling shyness) she would take a deep breath and remember the past. She thought a time when they were simply Xiuhcoatl, Dyami and Mato. When their biggest challenge was boredom and their worst fear was the less-than-friendly spirits that sometimes roamed the night. But as terrifying as they looked, the small nations had known they couldn't be hurt. That was not longer true… It seemed the Europeans had brought complexity and confusion with them along with smallpox and their close-minded ideals.

"Waddaya doin'?"

Mexico broke out of her reverie to look up at America. He'd found her sitting on his porch lost in thought. He sat down next to her and handed her a glass of lemonade. Mexico looked out at the clearing that America had built his vacation home in and then at the sun high above them. Canada came out, sat on her other side, and leaned his head onto her shoulder. America followed his example and laid his head on her lap. Mexico set down her drink and rubbed America's back with one hand and used the other to gently untangle Canada's soft curls. This state of calm between the North Americans was rare and precious, just like Xiuhcoatl's memories.

Once upon a time, three children played in a clearing on a warm summer's day…

"…Nothing," She finally whispered. "I was just remembering something."

*hides in emo corner* This is my first time posting a story ever so if it sucks, please be nice about telling me. I wish Mexico was a character in Hetalia and I see her as being America and Canada's big sister.

Meanings of the Names:

Xiuhcoatl - Weapon of Destruction (Nahuatl)
Dyami - Eagle (Native American)Mato - Bear (Native American)

and in case you're interested:

Maria - Of The Sea or Bitter (Latin)
Alfred - Counselor (English)
Matthew - Gift Of God (English)

Anywho, I hope you somewhat enjoyed this. I also happen to be a grammar Nazi and nothing irritates me more than me spelling something incorrectly so please tell me if I made any mistakes! Please review!