The Kingdom of Spain and The Colony Philippines

[[Philippines]]

"The key to winning is accepting the fact that you're weak, but do it with a flaming soul, heart, and mind." I said, voice cracking and I can feel a lump on my throat.

England stops laughing. "I taught you too well."

"Yes, you did."

"And I regret it."

There was a long silence between us.

"I wish I could've stayed here more with you peacefully."

"Yeah... me too."

"Goodbye, Philippines. Or should I say... Maria Clara de la Cruz?"

"Goodbye... England."

"I thought you would start calling me Art?"

"Yeah, see you around, Art."

"See you around... Maria."

"In the end, it turns out it is I who will betray."

"Actually, I'm glad that it turned out this way. It's more better that you fought for your country and peace than I taking your freedom."

"Arthur... I'm so sorry."

"Apology... denied." He said.

Huh?

"Why apologise if you have nothing to say sorry about?" England smiles.

From afar, there's a huge ship and the flag of England rised. "Well, that's my cue. Be a scallywag and always be a scallywag!"

"Philippines... remember what I told you... what I taught you. The key yo winning is accepting the fact that you are weak, but do it with a flaming soul, mind, and heart."

Then England smiles for the last time. "Too bad... we can't be friends."

"Hey, stupid La Isla. Are you spacing out?" I suddenly realize that Romano's face is just right infront of mine.

I backed away, surprised. "You really did space out. You kept on spacing out ever since you and jerk Spain came back. And not only that, you drived England away by yourself." Romano said.

"Romano, just leave me alone. I want to think." I told him, pinching my temples.

"Okay. Oh, and remember, I did all the chores you were supposed to when you were gone. I worked twice as hard, you know that? You owe me, big time!" And Romano leaves the room.

I chuckled. That Romano... same as always.

I stood up from my bed and decided to do housework, like I would always do. I accompanied Romano in removing the dust in every surface.

"I thought your job now is to help Spain do paperwork?" I asked him as I clean.

He stayed silent for a while and I waited patiently. "I'm going to fight Spain, sooner or later. And I'm planning for it, any day now." He said.

I sighed. "You still won't fight? Why?" Romano asks with a hint of annoyance.

"I'm still not sure." I told him.

"And I thought you were planning on escaping Spain because you sure took your time staying in your house. Then it turns out you were held captive by England." Romano dips his wipe in the bucket of water, then squeezes it, and continues to wipe the dust.

"I thought staying in your house would make you fight Spain or atleast add fuel for you to do so." He cobtinues.

"Romano, please stop. You know I don't want to hurt Spain." I dipped my wipe, squeezed it, then continued to wipe surfaces.

"But what if you are already hurting him?"

"Huh?"

"Philippines... did you know how nerve wrecked Spain was for the entire time you were gone? He complains, he clings to me and cry, he cries to Belgium and asks about a girl's puberty if it's normal that you're gone for a long time, he even goes to Netherlands to ask how he grew up with Belgium. Basically he got punched to face by Netherlands. Then he visits Hungary, Veneziano, Austria and every one he's close to." Romano says.

"It even became worse when he asked France." Romano facepalmed.

"What did France say?" I asked, having cold sweat.

"Don't... even ask." He covers his face because he went red.

That pervert uncle France. Maybe I should've told England to beat him up more and told him about France's plans or secrets.

"Ah, finally. Philippines is back." Spain hugs us both from the behind.

"Romano, do you feel weird?" I asked, stiffling a laugh.

"Yes, I do." Romano agrees.

"No! My cute little Philippines and Romano are gone!" Spain cries.

"We're already old. Don't treat us like kids, Spain you jerk." Romano told him.

"Why did you have to grow up?" He hugs us more.

"Everyone grows up." I sweatdropped.

"By the way, what did uncle France told you?" I asked Spain.

There was silence. "You told her?" Spain looked at Romano.

"I told her nothing! I just said that you went to France and asked something!" Romano again went red. Spain just blushed a little.

"Where's uncle France? I'll give him a warm punch." I made cracking sounds with my fists.

(づ▶﹏◢)づ︻┳デ═一 Hetalia!

"So, did you wet the bed when I was gone?" I laughed as I asked Romano.

We're in the living room with Spain and Belgium.

"No!" Romano yells.

"Ahaha! Romano is so cute when he denies!" Spain smiles.

"Spain you jerk!!!" Romano went to beat up Spain.

"Ahahaha! Romano is still Romano wether he's a kid and adult. When was that and how many times exactly?" I asked, still laughing.

"He did it for only one week straight, the very week he grew up. Then stopped." Belgium chuckles.

"Atleast he stopped it already." I pointed out.

"What is England like? Is he like Spain said he would be?" Belgium asks, interested.

"England, is really confusing. He says he's a gentlaman, but he drinks beer and acts like a pirate in some cases. And yes, he lives up to his reputation of being an awful cook. And he's a monster for being able to see things that are aren't supposed to be seen." I feel a chill running up my spine.

I suddenly frowned. I'm sorry England, in the end... we couldn't be friends.

[[Spain]]

I looked at Philippines, and she was frowning. I suddenly remembered the fight with England.

"Spain, let her go! She deserves to fly and spread her wings!" England yells as we clash.

"You're the one saying that even though you took control of her capital?" I said, stopping his cutlass with my axe.

"She is not what I'm after! What I'm looking for is your downfall, Spain!"

"You already took the colonies of France and defeated him! You still want revenge? Don't you think you had have enough already?"

"Did I say that I'm only doing this for revenge? I am also doing this for a friend!"

England managed to make fall and he points his sword at me.

"My conquest of Philippines was just an imagined one, as I never owned any land beyond the range of the cannons in Manila." He says with a sorrowful look and voice. Then that sorrowful look shifted to a serious one.

"I have defeated you, Spain. And now I have you and that bastard France defeated."

After that battle, we signed the Treaty of Paris. Everything came to an end.

During the signing, England gave me one look and said "Besides Cuba, I will return Philippines to you. Be greatful."

Until today, I still don't know why he gave her back. Maybe Philippines told him that I take care of her every day, and England already has America.

"Spain, how many times have you lost now?" Romano asks.

"Why?" I asked back.

"Weak." He said.

"Atleast I tried!" I pointed out.

(づ▶﹏◢)づ︻┳デ═一 Hetalia!

[[Philippines]]

Uncle France is here...

"Uncle France, let me give you a warm welcome." I hid my true intentions with a smile.

"Are you going to kis-" I punched him in the gut before he even finished his sentence and come close to me.

"Just what exactly did you tell Spain when he asked for your advice?" I asked.

"He asked me what you would possibly be doing in your house that you kept on insisting to stay there. I told him that you could possibly be exploring your new body and-"

"Enough!" I punched him again. I can feel my face getting hot. Uncle France, why say that?! No wonder Romano and Spain goes red! How embarassing!

"Aren't you supposed to pity me because England took almost everything from me?" France gets up from his knees and puts an arm around me.

"No, I don't. Actually, I'm glad that he did defeat you." I pointed out.

"Atleast I still have Seychelles with me." Sparkles formed around him.

"I hope the girl escapes your house or some nice nation will take her out of your custody." I stated.

"How mean!" He cries, biting off his handkerchief. "Seychelles and Canada are my little babies!"

"Then England suddenly takes Seychelles. Actually, that's impossible to imagine." I held my head.

I only know Seychelles and Canada by stories. France always talk about them. Same with America.

"Nooooo! Not my Seychelles!!!" France cries.

"France, kindly put your arm away from Philippines." Spain said as he enters the living room.

"Well if isn't the overprotective Spain." France smiles.

"Just do it." Spain sighs.

France already removed his arm around my shoulder. The doors opened wide to reveal a male who I call an albino, uncle Prussia.

"Uncle Prussia, it's nice to see you." I smiled, for real this time.

"How come he gets a real warm welcome while I get a punch?" France complained.

"Kesese! It's because I'm awesome!" Prussia laughs.

"The Bad Touch Losers are here in one place, I see." Romano commented, who's beside Spain.

"Romano, your manners." I glared at him, he shrugged.

"Manners? You punched France!" He pointed out.

"That's a different case!" I reasoned.

"What are you two doing here again?" Romano asks Prussia and France.

"To see if you two really grew up. Spain kept on bragging how good looking and how mature you little kiddies are." France says, putting his long hair away from his face in what he calls... a fabulous way.

"And it's true! Look how big you two are now!" Prussia pulls me towards Romano and he puts his arms around us. "But West is more awesome than you two, and most of all... I am the most awesome person in the world."

"Suddenly all of your hugs feel quite disturbing and weird." I sweated.

"I agree..." Romano struggled to get free. "But I always find it disturbing. Now it's way more worse."

"That, my little kiddies... are what you call becoming adults. Ah, adolesence is such a nice thing~" France said.

"Stop saying weird things when we know that you have Canada and Seychelles living in your house!" Romano yells.

"I'm starting to worry how Canada and Seychelles are right now even though I don't personally know them..." I sweatdropped.

"Prussia." Spain puts his hand on Prussia's shoulder.

"Only I can do that to them." He says in a somehow... threatening yet not threatening voice.

"Spain, relax." Prussia lets us go. "You're too posessive and overprotective, but in a good way."

"It's scary actually." I remarked.

"It's very annoying." Romano followed.

"My cute little Philippines and Romano are gone!" Spain cries.

"Cheer up, Spain! I have pictures of them when they were little! Embarassing ones as well! Ohohoho~!" France says, fanning himself with pictures.

"What?!" Romano yells, his face turned red.

"Give me those or I'll have your head!" I yelled in anger as I chase him around.

"Let's see..." France looks at the pictures he's holding as I chase him. "There's Romano's circumcision."

I tripped because of the unexpected words that came out of his mouth. I walked going to the cross in the living room, which is not that far, and I prayed for forgiveness because of hearing such word.

"Fraaaaaance you bastard!" I heard Romano yell.

"Then there's a picture of Philippines when she's changing to her maid uniform." France continued.

"What?!" I snapped my head at his direction.

(No green intended during these scenes)

Romano also tripped and joined me in praying. "Forgive me for imagining such thing." Romano's face is tomato red.

"Yeah... forgive me for imaging such thing as well." I said, covering my face in embarassment.

"Those times are supposed to be seen by only me." Spain took the pictures and tore them to pieces.

Romano and I said nothing because Spain was the one there who saw us, which is normal. Because we were kids back then, our mind and knowledge are different from now!

Well, one thing is for sure. Spain can't treat us like kids, and it's official. We need space and privacy of our own now.

In the corner of my eye, I see Prussia eating the pizza intended for Romano as he watches everything that happens.

Should I call miss Hungary?

Or should I divert Romano from the pizza?

"Aaaaaah! My pizza!"

Too late.