Hetalia Headcanons [Mexico]Mexico knew she was suppose to be paying attention, but she couldn't help but the look the way of America. Ah, how much he's changed since they last truly spoke. Mexico couldn't decide if it was for the better or the worse just yet.Mexico never really spoke during the Meetings, unless it directly effected her. She'd rather dip back into her memories when she still had her family. Texas, Arizona, even little New Mexico; she missed them all. All her children now belonged with America, she knew this. But she couldn't help but wish to hold them tight, even if her boys towered over her.She missed the times her girls would twirl about their house, their beautiful skirts following their graceful movements. The times her boys, when they were still short, chased each other and their sisters' in rambunctious joy. Everything before the war was wonderful; and yet some still make fun and poke at the deaths of that valley.Sometimes she reminisced about her time with America, however brief it was.