Note: This is an experiment and my first fanfic.
Welcome to the Philippines!
Prologue
Philippines: beautiful, gorgeous Philippines. A vast land where rice fields, mangoes and spices appear. A free land with traditional people who are loyal and faithful to each other; where everything is classical and kinds of species are found, and most of all, a land led by a man named Felipe.
Felipe's a very talented man - not to mention a narcissistic bastard at most times - he ruled a nation of three different islands that were banded together by... other islands. The three -obnoxious, war-loving, clumsy, drug-taking, and nerve-wrecking- lands were not only the ones that made Philippines a whole country, but they were also his brothers. Felipe just had much more superiority than the others, that's why he ruled the land. However, that is not the main subject of this story.
After 333 years under Spain's custody - not to mention World War 2 and the recent typhoon Yolanda and the troubling event with Hong Kong - Felipe has realized that he's getting weaker as the days go by and he's getting older - and his economic and financial resources are slowly going down the drain due to the Pork Barrel scam.
Felipe knew his country will one day fall again. Seeing his citizens' happy faces fall into the wrong hands again... he just couldn't afford that; especially his brothers - wait a minute!
Felipe slammed his fist on the Narra desk. "I know what I have to do!" He reached towards the black phone on his right side and dialled America's home phone. Sometimes, Felipe just wants to slap himself -even with a situation like this, he still needed help from America.
"Hello?" A drowsy voice answered from the other end of the line. Felipe mentally face-palmed; he totally forgot that his timeline was different from America's.
"Oh, hey, America! Sorry, for waking you up so late at night." He greeted.
"Oh, no, s'okay," the American paused for a yawn. "So, what financial help do you need this time?" He asked.
"Oh, it's not that, actually... I'm handling things quite well here." Felipe laughed awkwardly, indicating a lie.
"Ooo-kay... so, what exactly is this urgent situation that you had to call me at this hour?"
"Well... I actually have a favor to ask you..."
Emmanuel - or Emman - chugged another bottle of legal drinks and played LOL, while updating his blog. He really should be reading and learning Noli Me Tangere or El Filibusterismo, but he was always distracted by those tantalizing objects that he was attached to.
Dark brown eyes partly hidden by glasses flickered, from his phone to his portable laptop laying on his... lap. Emman didn't care if his legs were burning up due to the overheating of the object - it's sitting there and it's staying there. He sipped from his Sprite and cranked up the volume of the game he was playing to ward off the not-so-annoying-but-distracting sound of his brother, Esteban's - or Basty's - guitar solo. Emman liked the sound of violence - and violence itself - especially the times when he and Daniel - or Danny - misunderstood and fought.
However, those were only playful fights, since there was a tight bond between them and he didn't want to get scolded by their kuya - big brother - Felipe. That and he also didn't want to wage war over the country again - really, he's not being a wimp or anything but, God knows how strong Danny gets when he fights. Danny almost broke his neck during one of his rage quits!
At the other side of the room, Basty was tuning his guitar, smoking what seemed to be a cigarette - or eating a candy that looks like a cigarette - singing songs that were mostly harana's, and making his own songs. Regardless of his young appearance and height, he was actually the eldest of three brothers - but not as old as Felipe.
There are a few bruises found around his body and a bandaged on his right cheek because of the Yolanda incident - his injuries haven't healed yet, along with a few other painful bruises on his back that were from the Spanish and Japanese wars and a lot of terrible traumas - in other words: storms and typhoons are not friends.
Danny isn't the talkative or the happy-go-lucky type in the three - that was reserved for Basty - he isn't the silent type either - that was Emman - he's just the normal one in the trio. Danny had a knack in writing poems and stories in his native tongue, in English and in Tagalog; he is the artistic one.
His hair was strangely long, like France's but shaggier and darker; people often mistook him for a girl. Although Danny occasionally makes a mess of everything, he's also the one who offers peace for the sake of justice - and not being grounded. He's also quite talented in handling swords and has developed a soft spot for making food - mostly desert.
When the three islands heard the sound of Felipe's footsteps, they rushed to hide their... shenanigan-ous items.
Emman saved his game and hid it under the bed, as well as his phone and earphones. Basty threw his cigarette out the window and sprayed himself with cologne - he was ready. Danny hid the pocket knife he was using to cut a piece of wood then went back to his artwork of Jose Rizal.
The three acted as if nothing happened.
The door swung open and their kuya entered their quiet heaven.
"Good news, everyone!" Their brother proclaimed, waving a piece of paper that had - what seemed like - America's handwriting...
This is bad.
"After a long time of thinking, I have finally decided," Felipe continued. The trio exchanged worried glances. Felipe and thinking are already bad omens on their own; mixing the two together... is a black cat walking under a ladder made of glass. "Due to some 'business' in Hawaii, the World's Conference will not have a representative from the Philippines - or simply, I will not be able to attend. So, I thought I would pick one of you to attend it."
The three resisted the urge to groan.
"However," Felipe began, again. "Since the three of you have already grown enough to not babied, I have decided to put all three of you in charge of the country while I'm gone-"
Their faces brightened up. This could mean that they can do whatever they want! Well, at least two of them could.
"-and I am putting the three of you in charge of attending the world conference."
Their faces fell, jaws dropping.
Say, what?
Felipe smiled deviously at his brothers. "The three of you can manage that without destroying our reputation, right?" He started to walk away, a huge grin dominating his lower face. "And by that, I mean: no smoking, no playing video games or technology, no proclaiming war, no flirting with sensitive countries, no sleeping after lunch, no sleeping during the meeting, and no sleeping when war is proclaimed. Emman, you take care of Basty and his wounds. Basty, you are responsible for your brothers' actions. And Danny... I don't want you to flip when you see other countries and cause chaos; I have enough financial problems, already."
Felipe disappeared behind the door... but poked his head back again a while later. "P.S. You three are grounded. Emman, I can see your laptop poking from under the bed. Basty, I can smell the smoke on you. Danny, I can see chopped wood on the floor. I'll be leaving tonight; the meeting is in two days; be on your best behaviour~"
They groaned as his form disappeared, then reappeared again. "-and also don't insult Russia."
The door slammed shut. When the coast was clear, they glanced at each other.
"We are so screwed." Emman said. Basty laid on his back and covered his face with his hat.
"Definitely screwed." Basty and Danny agreed.
Seriously, how can three boys - who could barely take care of themselves - take care of a country and go to a conference filled with old people?
As human logic and first instinct suggests... let's find out.
Trivias that might answer some or your questions:
~The Philippines is composed of 7,107 islands.
~I now realize that the Philippines relies on America quite a lot, so I concluded that the Philippines is one of the weakest countries I know so far.
~Mindanao is usually a violent land, but not that violent; it's a place where there's always a problem and 'wars'.
~Harana - a song through which a man expresses his feelings towards a woman.
~The Spaniards and Magellan first went to the Visayas first and made a commitment to one of the natives living in Cebu. That's why Basty is the eldest.
~The Philippines is composed of more or less than a hundred languages.
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Beta'd by: Parallel Pairs