Mexico Hetalia Novels & Stories

Mex got into the middle, pulled my arm around him and snuggled under it like I was a blanket he knew would keep the monsters away. Daniel stood in the doorway, watching us, clenched jaw belying what he might want to say—stay, ask to hold me too—but he didn't. He never did when the twins were like this. Maybe he felt like an outsider to them still. Maybe he still felt that way about me. I brushed Mex's curls from his forehead. "Want me to hum?" He nodded. Michael blinked once. That was yes, too. I wasn't a lullaby kind of mother. But I hummed what I knew from the streets—songs sung by the broken, melodies stitched together with pain and resilience.

“All right, but only for a week. Cancun is not the place we want to be caught in.” “Caught? In Mexico? Everyone knows Mexico is the best place to hide,” Anthony said. “That’s a misconception. There has been a bilateral extradition treaty between the US and Mexico since 1978. The feds can fly in here on Air Force One and cart our asses back to America in chains if they wanted to.” “Word?” Anthony asked with wide eyes. “Word,” Aaron confirmed. “Well, there is a reason why you have planned most of our shit. You know stuff a normal cat doesn’t know,” Anthony stated.

Alexa heaved a sigh when it was over. She hugged Wayne and then Myles. Hector had to hold himself in check. He had just announced a peaceful coexistence and was not going to violate it minutes after but he felt odd and angry seeing the way Alexa hugged her other Mayes. Why hadn't she rejected them? She should, shouldn't she? he thought and his wolf gave him the answer.

“I told her she was mine and the next time I saw her we’d wed.” Mia made a noise. “You men are such pigs.” “But you love us.” “I love Jano. For the record, he proposed.” “After the capo informed you of the upcoming nuptials. The problem is the capo. He thinks he can marry her off to a Russian.” “That’s what I heard. Did you know,” Mia asked, “that marriages in Mexico are recognized in the United States?” “You’re suggesting that I kidnap Jasmine and take her out of the country?”

- Yes Pablo Altamirano, I understand, he is in Argentina, we will stay there for the moment, let me know what part of the body you want and I will gladly send you the gift. - I want his head. And I accept once I receive it. Without saying too many more words, Maria De La Cruz left the place. Undoubtedly there would no longer be time for teaching, that was already part of the past because Maria De La Cruz, was now the head of Argentina and Mexico.

The feeling was so contrasting but interesting. “Fuck! I think you’re ready for me! Your juices are flowing and you look so beautiful…” Mex said then suddenly grabbed the leash making her head roll back. He tightened the leash on her neck then bent down to kiss her lips, he sucked her lips so thoroughly, sticking his tongue inside her open mouth, sucking her tongue but she couldn’t respond because her mouth had been tied. Mex's breathing was uneven as he watched her saliva slide down. He smirked then tightened the leash again making her frown and groan.

Alessa replied and Tracy mouthed an ‘oh’ as she nodded. “How did they find out, though?” “Damien told them.” “Your husband?” “Yes,” Alessa replied with a nod. “Oh, he is really your husband,” she muttered. “So what's wrong?” Tracy asked again and Alessa stared at her for a few seconds before responding. “I hate Mexico.” “What? Why?” “I used to live here and a lot of bad things happened here,” Alessa replied and looked away from Tracy then stared down at her hands. “Bad things? How bad?”

“You love this, don’t you? Two cocks and you’re already drooling for more.” Felix pulled off just enough to speak, voice thick and wrecked. “Yeah, I fucking love it. Want both of you in my mouth, want you to use me until I can’t talk straight.” Christopher laughed low. “Greedy little slut. Open wider then.” Felix obeyed instantly, tongue out, and we both stepped closer. He took turns again, sucking one while stroking the other, sloppy and eager, spit running down his wrist. Every time he switched he made sure to drag his tongue over the head, lapping up the pre-cum like he was starving for it. When he tried to take us both at once, lips stretched tight around the heads pressed together, he m

Isabella added, flashing a sweet smile before walking away. Valeria scoffed and went to her locker to check herself in a small mirror. Indeed, her hair was rough, and how could she forget lip gloss? Her thoughts were interrupted when she found a picture of a familiar girl. Her heart skipped a beat, and she looked around, checking if anyone was nearby. She quickly tore the picture and threw it in a flower pot before hurrying away. ••••••••••••• MEXICO The plane finally touched down in Mexico after several hours. The stairs rolled down, and Alejandro descended with Diego, Camila, and several bodyguards who helped with their luggage. Alejandro made sure Camila was by his side, holding her hand

"Camila! How's Mexico, huh? How's it treating you?" Camila smiled, her voice tinged with contentment. "Mexico has been wonderful so far," she replied. "The sights, the culture, everything is just amazing. I'm doing fine." Camila suddenly giggled, her voice filled with a tease. "And how's your honeymoon going?" she inquired, her tone suggesting an air of expectation.