Hatred

Chapter 1

He tortured her years ago, now he was trying to apologize about everything he did. He controlled her and made her his, she did not forget how he used her and neither did he. She was saved by America who loved her dearly she used to return those feelings but not anymore and with that she became independent and walked on her two feet. Her name was Philippines and she is now independent, now free from America and surely free from that cruel man Japan.

She did not understand it really, Japan was her friend. A war changed all that now she looks back upon those memories and asks herself where it all went.

She sat on a chair in her house resting from her hard day's work, Philippines was about to shut her eyes when she heard a knock on the door.

"Guests at this hour?" She thought to herself as she stood up ready to answer the door.

As she was about to turn the knob she heard murmurs from the outside.

"Please, I don't think she'll forgive me… I think we should head back." A slightly deep voice said

"Nonsense! She will, just be sincere and talk this out and she'll understand!" Replied another voice but this one seemed to have a more outgoing tone to it.

"You know what I did to her! She'll never forgive me. And frankly I don't even think I can forgive myself either."

With that last statement Philippines got a good idea who these voices were from the outside and instead of opening the door to greet her guests she did the opposite, she quickly locked the doors of her house in such a speed and broke down in front of her front door.

America and Japan…

"Well shit, I guessed her heard us from the inside. She just locked her fucking doors!"

"America-san, what have I done to her? For her to despise me so much- I can't..."

"Well do you want me to answer that first question or do you want to hear something assuring?"

Then it was quiet, were they gone…? Have they already left her in peace?

BANG! BANG!

I guess not.

There was the sound of something being hit against her door.

"Philippines-tan please! "

N-no… I can't let you in…

"Please!"

No- I shouldn't let you in…

"Plea…se…"

No, I-I couldn't let you in…

She broke down into tears and covered her face with her hands, but unbeknownst to her Japan was doing the same thing. Each "please" he uttered grew fainter and fainter until these pleads turned into whispers in the wind.

"America-kun, what have I done to this poor nation?"