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Hetalia x Mexico OC (Part 3)

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Ivan and Alissa walked down the hall toward the meeting room.  As they approched the door they could hear voices.
"Bloody hell what was that all about"
"Ve~ I bet the ragazza was asleep and had-a nightmare".
"Maybe it waz about some thick eyebrows, oui"
"Well my eyebrows aren't the only thing that's thick! Unlike you pepe le pue".
"Yo dude that is for real the last time I do a meeting with Mexico"
"Vell it's not like ve have a choice in ze matter-italy get off me! Dummkopf!"
More loud voices joined. Rude comments seemed to be normal for those people behind the door.
"Someone should wash their mouths out with soap" Ivan chuckled at that comment.
"Okay sunflower are you ready to meet to world?".
She started to turn and walk away but he quickly grabbed her by the collar.
"Let's go".
With that Ivan pushed the heavy double doors open revealing the mess that was hidden behind the door. Three blondes were wrestling on the floor, messing up the carpet. A small man with auburn hair was clinging tightly to a large blonde man's leg, crying. The woman that asked Alissa if she was alright earlier waa hitting an albino man over the head with a castiron pan. Everyone else seemed to be arguing about their own problems.
Ivan clapped his hand once, loudly. Everyone stopped and looked over at him. Then they noticed the small trembling form behind him. One of the blonde men on the floor stood up and brushed his slightly long hair away from his face and grabbed Alissa's hand and kissed it. He then waited a few seconds and then looked confused.
"My sweet dessert flower. Why ave you not given given a swift kick in the side like you always do when I take your hand? Don't tell me after all these years you ave finally given in to my french charms?"
"Uhhh, I mean I don't know you but I mean I guess I'll kick you if you want *cough* masochist". She said.
"Me a masochist?!" The Frenchman said hurt.
The blonde with shaggy, unkempt hair sode foward.
"Well you silly baguette I guess you learn something every day".
A loud blonde came running toward her and smacked her on the back, making her lose her breath and stumble foward.
"Wow dude never seen you so chill before" He also gave a confused look "dudette are you feeling okay? cause your acting soooooo weird".
"I don't know what you mean. I always act like this" she said Confused. "And you don't know me so how do you know how I act or don't act like?"
"Dude chill! I just assumed since usually you yell at me and hit me" He scratched the back of his neck.
Alissa started to get really confused and looked to Ivan for help. He gave a soft smile ND decided to speak up.
"Sunflower here has told me that she isn't Mexico or at least don't remember being Mexico at all. In fact she seems to believe dat she is girl named Alissa Reyes".
Everyone looked at IvN with confused and mildly conserved faces.
"Love, is that true?" The English man asked.
Alissa gave a shy nod.
"Vell I guess this meeting is cancelled. Everyone go home see you next month". The stern German man said.
"Actually if you could can the G8 stay back we need to discuss some things". The English man said.
Some people groaned and went to sit in the swivel chairs at the large table.
Before everyone left, Alissa caught the eye of a very tanned man with dark brown her and dark green eyes. She blushed when he sent her a smirk.
"Now then, what is this I hear about you not being Mexico?"Stuck up teat waffle asked.
"Well... I uh..." she nervously played with the hem of her short pencil skirt.
"Go on, sunflower" Ivan placed a hand over hers.
All three of the blondes stood up and looked over at Ivan with a jealous glint in their eyes.
"Well, for starters I am not 'Mexico' or whoever you think I am. My name is Alissa Reyes. I'm eighteen and am Mexican by ethnicity. I go to school T Oxford University and have been for three years on and advanced scholarship. I'm originally from California and was visiting my family for the holidays, but..." she looked down at her lap.
"What is it, love?"
"Yes Mon Cher, what is wrong?"
"Come on dude!"
She sniffed and tried to rub the tears from her eyes as they fell.
"We were driving and there was a deer and we just kept spinning! And then, and then we... we fell off the side" she looked up at them with red put I'm pretty sure I you people? Why are you calling each by countries? is that and bitnot sure why your here or why your Mexico' body but we can  explain who we are".
"Ve~ we are-a hetali!" Said the small Italian man.
"Heta what?" She asked with a slight attitude.
"Dude we are countries like for real for real" said the loud blonde.
"Ja und I am Germany. Vhen ve mean countries ve are the personification of countries". The stern German said.
"Oh like stereotypes?".
"Ja, kind off".
"Um, Ivan is that why you are so tall and smell like vodka?"
Alissa asked innocently.
Everyone blushed.
"Ve~ so you are on-a those terms with Mr. Russia?" Italy said. (It's obvious to Alissa he's italy)
"What do you mean 'terms'?"
She asked.
"Well, my sweet, when you are on very personal terms, usually romantic terms, we call each other by our human names. It is very personal, oui?" France said with a smirk.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Ivan, I mean Russia" she blushed fusiously.
"Please don't be saying sorry. I didn't telling what it meant and you seem like good person to trust with name, da?" He smiled when she nodded.
"Okay so this body I'm in... it's Mexico's?" Alissa asked.
"Yes" they all said.
"Oh um does anyone have a mirror?" She asked.
"Oh, dude, why don't you check your or I mean Mexico's purse. It probably has loads of chick stuff.
When she grabbed the fake Chanel hand bag she sifted through tons of make up items to find a small compact mirror. She slowly brought it her face and closed her eyes. She mentally prepared her self for the worst.
'It's now or never'
When she opened the mirror she was... suprised.
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