This should give you a good idea of what New Mexico looks like. (http://img05.tooopen.com/products/20150914/tooopen_76414675.jpg)

Fire surrounded him, and Canada instantly recognized the place. It was Washington D.C., burning to the ground in 1814, and Canada was watching in horror as a screaming child ran past him, flames licking his tiny body. His screams pierced through the older nation, and Canada wondered why he wasn't throwing up at the sight.

Then the scene changed, and Canada saw his brother's back. He couldn't see what his southern neighbor was doing, but he seemed to be tending to something, or rather someone.

Then, America turned around, his image changing to that of a woman, smaller in height than Canada but still very tall for a woman. She glared at him with so much venom Canada took a step back like he was pushed. In her arms was a baby, a Hispanic child who looks strangely alike Mexico. Next to her was a woman Canada never thought he would see again, and his breath hitched at the sight of her, especially at the disgust in her own eyes.

"Are you happy now Canada?" the female America asked angrily. "Are you glad that you proved that family was never important to you?"

"H-Huh? What are you--"

"So you're that stupid. Why am I not surprised?" the female America allowed the baby in her arms to play with her fingers. "Do you know Canada that families never hurt each other, always protect you, stand up for you? You, France, and England proved to me time and time again that you don't give a shit about me, or your nieces and nephews."

"N-Nieces and...nephews?"

"That's right son of mine," the woman next to the female America answered, glaring at Canada. "That child burning was your nephew, my grandchild, and you gladly set him aflame to satisfy your pathetic need for revenge. You threw out the knowledge that my daughter cannot control the minds of her people and how much she regretted hurting you, but you ignored that and happily went with that pathetic excuse of a caretaker and hurt my daughter's family!"

"M-Mother..."

"Be quiet! You are no son of mine!" Native America spat. "No son of mine would harm his own family selfishly!"

"And you're no brother of mine, who wasn't supposed to prove how much I can't trust you," the female America joined in. "Hope you're happy with the damage you've caused, 'cause we're no family and never will be!"

Canada shot up from his bed, panting and afraid. What did that dream mean? It couldn't be...

However, he never found the answers to his questions, but he did find out that France and England had a similar dream, and were just as shaken.

~~~

The child in that dream was little New Mexico, or Elvira, who was the daughter of America's oldest brother, Mexico, or Diego Martinez, and is the spitting image of. So, if Texas wasn't going to give said older brother a heart attack, then his full-blooded daughter will.

Now, despite having a chance to be born in 1848, as that was when the U.S. acquired the most of New Mexico after the Mexican War, Elvira was born in 1850 by the founding of the actual territory.

As she grew into a young woman, America knew Mexico wouldn't be able to believe he produced such a beautiful child with his sister of all people. Elvira was often the center of attention with her curly chin-length black hair, wide brown eyes, shining and flawless tan skin, wonderful Spanish accent, and her sense of fashion.

Despite being rich in gold and silver, Elvira wore outfits that were able to block off the heat, but that often doesn't stop America and even Elvira's siblings from assuming she was getting married.

"Who proposed to you?" California asked with a squeal, which earned a confused look from Elvira.

"Hm? No one, why?" she asked.

"Because you're dressed like a bride," Gabi replied, now confused herself.

"Don't you remember I always wear these kinds of clothes to ward off the heat and prevent sunburns hermana?" Elvira asked with an apologetic smile. "I am not marrying anyone, and I might not for a hundred years or so."

Gabi pouted at that, as she was such a romantic. "But you are the definition of a Mexican girl, who is rich with culture. I've seen you dancing at all Mexican festivals like there was no tomorrow, so how can no one love you?"

Elvira smiled at that. "I'm not sure either, but I am only there for the festivals, not to find a romantic partner, dear sister!"

Of course, Gabi tried to bring this up to their mother, but America just brushed it off.

"Don't get too concerned about her love life Gabriella, just worry about your own right now, because as far as I'm concerned, you have boys and even a couple girls after you twenty-four-seven."

Gabi blushed tomato red. "D-Don't remind me Madre!"

America snorted at that. Her children were too hilarious not to watch.

I loved writing this one, and I think one of you was very patiently waiting for this one. Thank you for your patience, and I've been wanting to do New Mexico for some time now!