[Conny]: Alright, hopefully I will keep this story going for a long time *already wrote 90+ pages for this story* and I hope people find this story entertaining and well... overall, good. I write this story, of the Philippines because... well... I'm half Filipino! I've been inspired by Hetalia to make my heritage come alive! I kept getting worked up about not having the character, so I decided to make her myself. I am sorry for making her a girl, I know that there are boy versions and that some people divide the three main islands up. I just went ahead and dove into the story. To be honest, I know I screwed up a lot of history... please do forgive me, my mom didn't really teach me and I had to do a lot of research on my own. (not to mention adding in some things from a translating site).
Okay, I should let you read now. There's way too many people claiming Miss Philippines, but I own this version of her? And a lot of characters in this story... just not the Hetalia characters. I can't own them. So...yeah, enjoy the story!
1521.
"Hello? Hello?" A strange group of people came upon my shores, wearing awkward clothing. How do they gather food and fish with such odd clothes?
"Hello…" I say slowly, making myself known to the guests. I step on to the beach, having a few of my people behind me.
"Are we in China?" the youngest of the men asks me, I scoff at that question. If I were China, I would have a powerful country! So obviously, no. He is not in China. He will not meet China here.
"No. You are on my islands. Who are you?" I don't want to tell this person my name, unless I know his. He seems rather…peculiar. I don't trust him.
"I'm Spain. This is my friend, Ferdinand." Spain points to the old man to his right. The man was bearded and seemed intelligent. I don't trust him either.
"Spain, Ferdinand, get off my islands." They look at me with such confusion. I shake my head because these people are idiots. "Read my lips: off my islands." My people have weapons on hand, ready for attack. I think spears will work just fine, although... I have no idea what kind of weapons they have on them.
"We're not leaving." Does this person think he can take my islands? Does this Spain think that he could just waltz onto my beach and say he can do as he pleases?
"Leave, before I am forced to plunge this through your heart." I raise my spear, preparing to throw it. I know I'm not the best shot with this, but... at least I know I will hit him.
"You're a lady, a six year old child at that. You shouldn't be handling such things. You should be cooking, cleaning." I throw my spear, but it hits Ferdinand. I was off because of Spain's odd banter. What in the world is he talking about?
"Men and women are equals here. Now, leave." I'm handed another spear, and Spain runs back to his boat.
"I will be back!" I don't care what that man says, I'll just defend my land again. I didn't take long until the peace was restored and their ships had vanished.
1565.
"Hello, again." I've only grown to be like a twelve year old, but Spain looks to be about twenty now. That is unfair beyond all belief.
"Go away." I got back to gathering fruits, trying to ignore this green eyed man. I wish he didn't have green eyes, that way I could hate him more. They're different from all of the brown and ember eyes I see around my home.
"I'm sorry, but you're my little sister now." I drop my mangos and look at this man. That was just... absurd!
"What? No! Never!" I am picked up, then tossed over his shoulders. I keep thrashing and kicking, but it does no good.
"Sorry, no choice, little sis." He soon got me onto his pirate ship...this has to be where my torture begins.
"I'm going to teach you how a proper lady should act!" I'm sitting in a chair, in a dress. This has to be the worst day of my existence. I've never worn such frilly clothes in my life. There's way too much to wear and he's put a lot of stuff on my face. I don't like it!
"I need to get back to gathering my mangoes! Then I have to go fishing!" Spain shakes his finger in my face, with a sad look on his face. Why is he so upset? I don't need this. I want to go back and get more mangos.
"Ladies are supposed to cook the food, no got and get it. Ladies are also supposed to clean up the household and take care of children." I growl, and stand up. I want to punch this guy. Can't he see how irritated I'm getting?
"We share those duties! Taking care of one thing isn't bond by gender!" I rip off this bandana he wanted me to wear and stomp out of his cabin and jumped off the boat. I need to help my people, provide food for them, keep them alive.
"Stop, Philippines!" What did he just call me? I stop and turn to face those green eyes. How in the world did he catch up so quickly? "You will learn my ways, whether it's in your home or mine." He walks up to me, takes my wrist and leads me back to the boat.
"No! I don't want to go to your home! Get off my islands! You're not welcome!" He's not listening to me! I'm being taken away from my home!
Someone! I'm being kidnapped!
"Te odio." I hate you. I hate you, Spain. I'm speaking his native tongue (because I'm forced to).
"Oh, come on! Please say, I love you, big brother." I smirk, then use Spanish again.
"Realmente te odio, hermano mayor." I really hate you, big brother. Spain falls to the floor, sulking. I'm happy he's suffering. The sooner he gets sick of me, the faster I get home.
"Let's try table manners…" Spain leads me to the dining hall. He pulls a chair out for me, but I take the chair next to it and take a seat of my own. "Philippines, you must act like a lady!" I don't care! I will not allow myself to be bossed around by this simpleton.
"I will start acting like a lady when you let me go home!" That's a lie, and Spain knows it. I just want to see the beach again.
"No shouting, Philippines." He walks over to a closet, and opens the door. He pulled out a broom, then looked to me. "I hate to do this, but go clean up the house." I'm tossed the broom, but I throw it down. I will not be his maid! Never, ever, ever!
"No!" Two Spanish soldiers came up to me, one at each of my sides.
"I'm sorry, Philippines, but if you won't listen… I'll just have to ground you." The two soldiers picked me up, and started to carry me away.
"Hey! Stop! I don't want to go to my room! I don't want to work! I want to go back home!" It's like I'm not even here! Why aren't these tangas letting me go? (tangas means many things, but in the nicest term it means "idiot.")
I. Hate. Spain. I HATE Spain. I HATE Spain!
"Spain, let me out of this accursed room!" I start pounding on my bedroom door.
"Philippines, you've only been grounded for seven minutes. I'll let you out, if you work." I HATE Spain!
"Fine! Let me out, tanga!" I'm quite happy he doesn't know what I am calling him. Or else I'll never be let out of this prison of a room.
"Will you call me big brother?" He wants me to call him my kuya? No! Never! He will never be my big brother! (Kuya means "big brother.")
"You will never be my kuya! And I will never be your mas bata kapatid na babae!" I think I actually like being locked in my room, at least I'm away from Spain! (Mas bata kapatid na babae. = Little sister.)
"Translation? Because, when I think about it, I could find a lot of things to fill in for kuya." What could that-Yuck! Spain can't be perverted, can he? I need someone to save me! Did Spain really think of something else when I said that? What did he think? Actually, I don't want to know.
"Kuya is brother, you tanga!" I don't care if I'm swearing! Spain is a tanga! I'm seriously happy I'm locked in my room.
"Philippines, I'll let you go home soon. I'm only helping you out." The man opened the door, and I was about to tackle him. He picked me up and sat me on his shoulder. I never sat on someone's shoulder before, but it's pretty cool being taller.
"I don't need help. I can take care of my own country, by myself." Sure, I haven't been able to unify my islands together, but we've made progress.
"No, you can't, Philippines. I know you have a strong pride, but you're not strong. I don't care how much you think that. You need my help to get you up." Man, I wish I was tall! At least, taller than Spain. I'll accept his help, for now, but when I'm bigger than he is, I'll show who's stronger.
"Fine, put me down." Spain put me back on the ground, and he extended a hand out to me.
"It's a deal? You become my colony and I help you grow?" Colony? He never said anything about that! I took his hand anyway, because I'm going to grow.
Spain told me that I had to sweep up his porch, then the walkways. Unfortunately, he has a pretty big property. I start sweeping, making sure that I get all of the fallen leaves and dust removed from the wooden floor of the porch.
"Spain, can't I have help?" I don't want to do this on my own! It's hard work!
"Romano! Would you go help Philippines?" Romano? Who's Romano? The front door slammed open, having a kid, about six, I think, there.
"You're Philippines?" I nod, making my bangs get in my eyes. I really should put my bangs back with my bandana, but I like my hair like this.
"You're Romano?" The little boy nods, then grabs my broom. I was about to object, but Romano glared at me.
"Go get a broom, lazy. The faster we finish this, the happier we both are, right?" For a six-year-old, Romano is smart.
"I'm not lazy. And fine." I went inside to grab myself a broom. Coming back out, Romano was slumped against the wall, napping. "Romano!" He jumped up and quickly started to sweep.
"What are you doing, lazy? You have to work!" And he's calling me lazy? I bit back a retort, and went to work.
"Romano! You entirely missed that walkway! I thought you said you'd take that one!" It was just that one path that needed to be cleaned. I can't believe this little runt missed it! It's the main walkway! The one that Spain always uses.
"You're new here, you should be working more!" I placed my hand on his little head, and pushed down hard. I hope this hurts, and keeps him short!
"I'm bigger than you! You should be listening to me!" He tried punching me, but I kept him away-my arm's length away.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up! No one's the boss of me!" He was still trying to punch me. I knew this wasn't going to end until he won. I let him hit me, over and over on my stomach. It didn't really hurt, but he was satisfied.
"Are you done?" Romano had slowed his battering, but tried to keep going.
"Fine…" He stopped, collapsing to the ground. I sighed, as I picked him up.
"I'll be your big sister. I'll take care of you, when Spain can't do anything." Spain can't do anything. All he does is feed us and give us room. And boss us around.
"I don't want a sister…" The little boy groaned, but he was fast asleep.
"You may not want one, but you're going to need one."
I was heading up the staircase, as Spain went down.
"Something wrong with Romano?" He stopped me to look at the tired kid.
"Of course. We were overworked, and Romano passed out. Don't worry, I'll take care of him." It looks like Romano has a fever, which doesn't seem too bad.
"But you'll get sick, Philippines. I'll go get a maid." I adjusted Romano, so I could hold him with just one of my hands. I used my free hand to grab Spain's shoulder.
"You don't have to. I can take care of Romano myself." I glared into his green eyes, waiting for them to crack on my pressure. They did, as he sighed.
"Just don't get sick." I shrugged at that comment, then continued up the stairs. Romano was lightly snoring, which would have been annoying, if it weren't for the cute little face. He seemed like an angel, when he was sleeping. It's like this was a whole new Romano. We reached his room, so I kicked the door open. There was a canvas, and paint brushes. I didn't know Romano was an artistic person. I'm more of a singer, rather than an painter, but he's Romano.
"Rom-Rom, I'll keep you company for a while. You're not going to be slacking off, while I'm working my butt off." Oh, no. I have a nickname for him! I shouldn't get attached to Romano, I should try to be as independent as possible.
[Conny]: Yeah... not the best, I think. I know there's plenty of people out there that have better stories. It seemed a little short and fast. At least I have more chapters to come! You've just witnessed the beginning of the life of Miss Philippines. What do you think?
