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Mexico had always adored his little Chihuahua. He treated her like the Aztecs treated their gods. His little precious Ñieves. Her brown and white fur reflected the sun perfectly, a white crescent moon on her spine. He adored her the minute she was born. A pure white pup, second of the litter, she was slightly larger than her sister.
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Mexico paced back and forth in the abandoned waiting room of the veterinarian's office. America was sitting in one of the chairs in silence. He could see the the man was tense, heck, he was crying! Though they had a little bad history, they still were neighbors. Might even have been brothers if they counted the parts of America that were part Spanish*. Yet today... They were both brothers of the soul. Today...
Was the last day...
She would never wake up....
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"Mexico dale de comer a Ñieves~*!", Spain mockingly, as the pitter patter of the chihuahua's nails hitting the wooden floor resonated through the kitchen. Once the chihuahua arrived, it looked up at the Spainard, almost as if it was angry, almost as if it were saying,"Spain! Why the heck would you call me if you don't even leave me a piece of Barbacoa* out for me to eat...."
Afterwards, she would either find a way to chew up his shoes, or pee on him when he was not expecting it. Yet she lived happily with Mexico, no worries for a long run...
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Mexico looked at the struggling form of his precious chihuahua. Her saddened eyes burned holes in his heart as tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn't let her suffer anymore.
"Bien...... You... *sniff* Have m-my permission.... P-por favor... You can... P-put her to sleep n-now...",he choked out.
Mexico only turned around. He didn't want to look anymore. But he had to... For Ñieves. He watched the needle be put into the scruff of her neck, and watched as her breathing stopped...
She was gone... His precious little treasure was gone... And now... He sobbed in utter silence...
America didn't dare look... His heart felt heavy... He was even crying himself... How could he not cry?
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Mexico looked at the shrine in which his treasure was buried... His eyes still filled tears... Everyday... He would expect Ñieves to come running toward him, carrying a sock she had stolen from Spain when he visited, always having a glint of mischief in her eyes.
'Perhaps... She runs in dog heaven with that same sock...' he thought.
'Perhaps.... She does...'
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*Some pats of America were part of Spain during the founding of the thirteen colonies
*This literally means "Mexico, give Ñieves her food"
*Barbacoa is a Mexican Style dish that is literally cow tongue....(Yep... You read that right)
*This literally means "Mexico, give Ñieves her food"
*Barbacoa is a Mexican Style dish that is literally cow tongue....(Yep... You read that right)
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I loved the story so much! But one thing. Barbacoa isn't cow tounge that's called lengua. Barbacoa is just a meat that's slow cooked over an open fire.