The United States of America and The Republic of The Philippines

[[Philippines]]

Ever since then, I would either avoid Spain or have a little fight with him. I'm feel really sorry that he's hurt, but I have to do this.

If he wants to talk to me, I write it on a piece of paper. That's how much I try to avoid him. But sometimes... we're good.

Suddenly, the doors burst open. "Hello everybody!" A blonde entered.

"What?" I just stared at him, pausing my chores for a while as I stared at him.

Aqua-blue eyes and wears glasses. Then blonde hair... who?

"Philippines, who is it? I don't remember inviting France or Prussia. Is it Roma-" he entered the room and saw the man by the door.

"Spain, who is this?" I asked. As if the tension between us disappeared. Strange. Is it because we have someone at the door?

"I'm America! The hero!" The blonde replied, not Spain, the person who'm I asked.

America?! Then... he's supposed to be the child that England's taking care of?! But he isn't a child! He's an adult! I wonder if he grew up while England was away.

Wait... this guy was the one who also helped Cuba when fighting Spain!

"Yo, Spain!" America greeted.

"A ship of ours exploded and sunk. And I'm blaming you for it." He said with all smiles. How can he smile like that after saying such thing?!

"Let's have a talk, shall we?" America dragged Spain out of the house.

"What was that all about?" I said to myself, sweatdropping.

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Spain's been pretty busy lately. Always out of the house. He's been like this ever since America came.

Curious, I decided to go out of the house and look for Spain. I spotted him with America. The two were fighting.

America helped Cuba against Spain. Febuary 15, 1898, a battleship of the US exploded and sunk. The US blamed Spain for it even though they don't really know who did it. They declared war against Spain, and it was an easy win.

I should go help Spain! I was about to enter the fight but I remembered something. I could use this to my advantage and help America instead.

He seems more nice than England. And from what England told me... America is really such a kind boy.

If I help America defeat Spain... I might gain my independence! And Spain will leave me alone!

And so, I helped America. It isn't shocking that the two were surprised, it's a normal reaction.

And I helped America ever since...

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"You're going to help me gain my idependence, right?" I asked again once more.

"Yup!" America replies, smiling.

"Thank you." I smiled back.

"So... what have you been doing in Spain's house for over three centuries?" He asks.

"Ah... just the normal things that a maid would do." I replied.

"That must be pretty tough! But don't worry, the hero is here!" America yells.

"You're so hyper." I pointed out, chuckling.

"Philippines, we need to talk." Spain appeared behind us in the grassy field.

"Go!" America smiles and gives a thumbs up.

I nodded in reply and followed Spain to his house. There, we stood for a while in silence. I was looking at the floor, mouth shut and hands on the hem of my skirt.

"If-"

"Phi-"

We were about to say something in chorus, but stopped when we heard the other also spoke.

"You first." Spain says.

"None. I was just about to tell that if you have nothing to say... I'm going back." I continued to look at the floor.

"Oh..."

"Okay... what if I give up? Philippines... what if I'm letting you free?"

Hearing those words, I immediately looked and saw Spain with a slight sorrowful smile. "Is this for real? You're giving up?" I asked.

"Maybe." He replied.

I cheered and jumped in joy. But looking back at Spain, I felt really bad. "Spain, I'm really sorry for letting you do this. I really am... but we can still stay intact and close. Leaving the house changes nothing, I swear. Although I'll not be your maid anymore, I'm going to be your equal now." I smiled to atleast lift up the atmosphere even a little.

"Whatever happens... you won't hate me forever... right?" He asks.

"Of course! Like right now! I don't really hate you, it's just that I want to be free, that's why I'm doing this." I explained.

Suddenly I feel like the tension between us two is gone. "I'll think about it." Spain smiles.

"Thank you!" I hugged him. Maybe this doesn't need to end with a fight afterall. Spain is such a nice guy.

"You want to go pick tomatoes like we used to?" Spain offers.

"I would love to!" I smiled at him.

Now, we're back to being close! Although the air between Spain and America isn't light. There's quite a bit tension.

"Spain, I want to ask something. How come you get to wield an axe inside the house while I can't hold any weapons." I pouted.

"Well... you were pretty much scary when you had that spear when we furst met. And I think that you'll do more good without any weapons." He sweatdrops.

"I understand." I hummed.

"You know, Spain... I'm so happy right now. Thank you... Thank you so much, Spain. I'm going to wait patiently for your decision." I can't help but smile.

"But are you still siding with America?" Spain asks.

"..." Nothing to say.

"Philippines!!!" He hugs me and cries.

"W-Well your decision is still unclear and I'll still side with him until then..." I explained myself.

He lets go and I fixed myself. "Still no news from Romano?" He changes the subject.

"Sadly, none." I replied.

Actually, Romano misses him. He wants to visit and I encourage him to do it, but he needs to wait for a little more to show that he really doesn't miss Spain.

He really needs to be more honest with his feelings. He needs to show it, not hide it. And he doesn't want to admit that he misses me too. Well, that makes Romano, Romano.

"Meeting you was just like yesterday." Spain smiles at the memory.

"It's been more than three centuries, and you still feel like it was yesterday? Well, same here." I chuckled.

"I can't believe how brave and risky I am when I was still a kid. I faced Netherlands. Now I'm scared of him." I sweatdropped.

"You would punch me in the stomache or shoulder back then..." he sweated.

"Not anymore." I remarked.

"Looking at the past... I wouldn't be like this if it wasn't for you. I learned a lot. Gracias!" I smiled at Spain.

"Whatever will happen... you'll forever be my Philippines." He hugs me tightly.

"Here we go again..." I sweatdropped.

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Is the war still ongoing? It's almost nigt and the clouds are very dark. It's a thunderstorm, there were lightnings and thunders a while ago. I'm glad the rain stopped, but the thunders and lightning didn't.

America and Spain are fighting. And whoever wins gets what they want. Spain still gets to have me and America will free me. And what I'm frustrated about is that I can't participate in it! Why can't I?!

It's a war that concerns me! I am the prize, why can't I fight for my own freedom?!

I sighed. Calm down. If Spain wins, there's still a chance that I can get my freedom. If America wins, he will help me be an independent country like he promised.

I'm doing the usual chores. Well, I'm still in house, right? That's why I need to do it.

It's almost six. Hm... maybe I'll go rest in my room now.

Walking along the halls of the house, I stopped when I heard my name. The voices are a woman's voice. "I can't believe Spain ceded Philippines to America!"

My eyes largened and my heartbeat fastened. Ceded?

"So that means... Philippines was um... forcely adopted without her approval?"

"But the question is... why would Spain give her to America?"

"And right now, they're having a pretend battle. Spain will lose, and America will win."

"Poor Philippines."

"Not only her, Spain as well! First, Romano. Then he gives her to America! Ceded! Ceded! Ceded!!!"

After the US won against Spain, almost immediately... they signed the Treaty of Paris. It made way for America to enter the Philippines. The two nations agreed to have a fake battle and show that America won. They didn't let any filipinos join the battle. August 13, 1898 in the norning, the fake battle started. The Treaty of Paris contains the agreement that Spain ceded Philippines to America.

I immediately ran out of the house, looking for the two bastards. No wonder they didn't let me participate in the fight!

No wonder Spain was always out of the house!

Thunders roared and lightnings flashed as I dash across the field with puddles of water, searching for that despicable brunette. I stopped for a while when I finally found them, having heavy breathes. Their clothes dirty and torn up.

What? Is that also a part of the pretend battle!?

I ran to their direction, and I caught Spain glimpsing at me. I snatched the gun of America, which was hanging across his chest.

Having it in my hands, I pointed it at Spain. The two were completely shocked in place.

"How could you?!" I yelled, crying.

"Why?! Give me to America?! Ceded?!"

"Wait, Philippines, I-"

"No! Be quite!" It was silent for a while.

"I hate you España!" I yelled with anger.

I want to fire the gun at him, but my hands were shaking so badly and my arms feel so weak. "Aaaaaaah!" I shot at the sky a few times in frustration and fell on my knees.

I let go of the gun and covered my face, crying. All that can be heard is my weep and the thunder.

I can't believe Spain would do this. Why sell me off to another nation?

"I think... this is for your own good." I heard Spain talk.

"There you go again, thinking what's good for me. You don't have the right to choose what's not and what's better for me." I said with venom as I kept on crying hot tears, which I hide from covering my face.

"Can't you see that I want to look at you in the eyes as an equal? I want you see me as a nation of my own, a free independent nation, a strong nation that can stand up on their feet."

I felt a cloth cover my back and shoulders, then warmth. "Well, there's no point in hiding it now. Let's go." America holds both my shoulders.

I bit my lip and with no other choice, stood up. Looking at Spain one last time, he had a hurt expression.

Why?! Why is he the one with a hurt expression?! And why do I feel so sorry for him because of it? Isn't it supposed to be me with the hurt expression? He ceded me to America!

"Let's go." I turned to America, who looks like he feels sad for me.

I forced myself to follow him.

For the three centuries I have been with Spain... why give up on me? Is this what he had planned about giving me independence?

Sure I'm free from Spain, but now I'm going to live with America. Where's the difference? I'm still under someone's control. I am not a free country.

I paused for a moment before going further. America notices and stops as well, looking at me.

"Well, it was a fun three century stay with you, Spain." I said outloud.

"And it all comes crashing down with you giving me false hope, betraying me, selling me off, and shattering my trust. You are the worst of the worst."

I continued walking forward, already passing America. He takes the lead after a few seconds, staying quite. The hyped nation, stays silent.

It was... a really good three century stay... but it all ends here.

I sided with America, and this is what I get. I supported him, this is what I get.

Why do I trust people so easily?

The Filipinos believed in America's words that they want to help the Philippines gain independence. It turns out that they were lying. They wanted to make military bases in order to protect and retain their trading in Asia and the Pacific.