That night, Spain made spaghetti.

"Bleh," Texas said, believing this spaghetti was sub-par.

"I told your fathers to never let Italy cook for you," Spain said.

"He's just better at it-alien food than you," Texas said.

"Italian," Spain corrected.

"Hm?"

"Italian. It's pronounced Italian," Spain said.

"Oh... wait... is that why Italy is so good at it-alien- sorry, Italian food?! IS ITALY ITALIAN?!?!" Texas exclaimed.

"Mhm," Spain said.

"So... wait... is Tito also Italian...?"

"Mhm," Spain said. Texas was silent.

"Oh... Italian food isn't even that good anyway...," Texas said. Spain laughed.

"You love Italian food águilito, don't lie," Spain said. Texas muttered disagreements to himself, however didn't directly deny this fact.

"BahhhhhbahhhhhhhbahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhblaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAB," California exclaimed. Spain picked her up and held her.

"She looks a lot like Mexico," Spain said happily.

"Their skin is different," Texas said.

"So? They both have beautiful eyes, and a dimpled smile that makes their eyes light up. Not to mention their fluffy, curly hair," Spain said. Texas frowned.

"Did I get anything from papá or dad?" Texas asked.

"You have your fathers vivid blue eyes, and Britain says that America acted just like you do when he was your age," Spain said. Texas smiled, however it faded.

"What did I get from papá?" Texas asked.

"You... well, you got this from our side of the family, I suppose... your aquiline nose, your um... well...," Spain said, trying to figure out comparisons.

"... people say I'm handsome like my papá," Texas said. Spain chuckled.

"Mexico sure is... sometimes to his disadvantage," Spain said.

"A lot of ladies shirts seem to fall undone near him," Texas said. Spain shook his head.

"When you are older, please make sure no woman treats you like an object, and no man does the same to your sister... and don't let a woman treat your sister bad or a man treat you bad either," Spain said. Texas nodded.

"Papá does seem annoyed when ladies talk to him sometimes, but he doesn't seem annoyed with all of them. Like Señora Philipa, or aunt maple, or gramma, or the nice lady at the coffee place, or Señora Colombia... but some ladies seem to make him uncomfortable," Texas said.

"Make sure to tell your fathers if someone is making you uncomfortable, mi vida, you don't have to put up with others mistreating you," Spain said. Texas smiled and nodded.

"Abuelo? Can you move closer?" Texas asked.

"Why?" Spain asked.

"Because Puerto Rico said he won't ride his bike out here, but I wanna visit all the time," Texas said.

"Maybe in a few years, mi vida," Spain said.

"But I want you to nooooooowwww," Texas whined. Spain chucked.

"I will soon, mi vida, very soon," Spain said. Texas pouted, but understood there was not much more to be said.

Guys, lemme tell ya, I started envisioning special end chapters and/or a sequel where Texas is all grown up and it makes me kinda big sad™

Like, no... baby you can't grow up... it's not allowed 😭

And this book might end soon if I can't really think of anything else to do with it

I don't want this being another NAG

For as much as I loved NAG, it went on too long, faaaar past its expiration date