Philippines+ Hetalia
Valentine's Day Edition
England hated Valentine's Day. The whole world are filled with people in love. He knew that he would never be one of the people that have their hearts on a certain someone. He always wondered what it would be like if he ever loved someone. He could see himself wooing her and taking her out on dates. He would do things that no one thought he would do, even himself. Now he is in love. People always told him that being in love is the most wonderful thing that can happen to a person. Well…they were bloody wrong. England now just wishes he was emotionless like Japan. He looks at his love longingly knowing that he could never have her. And now it's a day before Valentine's Day. That makes things even worse.
(You are now imagining Hetalia opening theme song)
England sleeps peacefully in his bed. Then he wakes up by someone shaking him rapidly.
"England! England!" exclaims a familiar and very obnoxious voice.
"What the hell do want, America?!" England says groggily. America comes to England's house so often that England set up a room for him. England guesses that America came to his house on the way from the pub that is around the corner.
"We're having a World Conference in your kitchen." America says as he drags England out of his bed. They went down stairs and into the kitchen were there is a heavenly aroma circling the room.
"What's that smell?" England asks. Never before has he ever smelled something not burnt from his kitchen.
Frances goes up to England and pats his head. "That's the smell of good food, England. Isn't that a nice change from what you usually cook?"
England sends him an irritated look. "Oh shut up you bloody arse!"
"Hi England!" England looks over and sees Italy. Beside him is Germany and Japan. There are others in the room too. There is China (who is hiding in the corner for some apparent reason), Russia, Canada (but you can only see a faint outline of him), Romano, and Spain.
"Why are you guys having a conference in my kitchen… right now?" England asks, putting a bit of irritation in his voice.
"Well." France starts explains, "Our usual conference room is booked for old lady bingo. Your house was the next best thing."
"My house…" England mutters.
"Hey France!" Everyone turns at the yelling Romano. "Why the hell did you drag us out here?"
"You bring up a good point, my friend." France pulls up posters from out of know where and places it on an easel that happens to be there. "I have called you all up here because I have a proposal to make."
"I knew it!" Spain leaps up from his seat and points his finger at France. "I knew there was something fishy about you. I notice the way you stare at Italy and Romano like you want them for breakfast. You're going to ask one of us to marry you, huh." All the other countries begin to shake their heads with disgust.
"I knew you were a bit off but to stoop to this low…" Germany shudders.
"It wouldn't be the first time." England says.
"You mean he propose before!" everyone exclaim.
"You don't think he's going to eat me, Romano?" Italy asks Romano as he tugs his at his arm.
"Of course not. I won't let the perv touch you." Romano holds out a protective arm in front of Italy.
"That is not what I'm talking about!" France yells above everyone. "I'm talking about a little competition." Everyone gasp with relief. Then France removes the first poster to reveal a sign. "I call the competition 'Who Can Kiss Philippines First'." All the countries turn their heads in confusion. "The objectives of this game are simple. Whoever kisses Philippines on the lips first before now and midnight on Valentine's Day gets a free cruise around the world."
"Why would we do this competition when we can go on our own boats and cruises?" Someone asks.
"Great question." Frances the poster to revel another poster. It shows Philippines and a mystery man beside her. "The one who wins get to go on the trip with Philippines…alone." Now this got everyone's attention. "When I say alone I say alone with no other countries to interrupt you and you're romantic trip to towards the sunset. Now here are the rules. You know the first one that kisses Philippines on the lips gets to go on the cruise with her. First, you must not tell her about the competition or you're disqualified. Second, you have to kiss her for more than three seconds. Third, I must be there to watch, if not, it doesn't count."
"France." Spain says as he stands up from his seat again. "There is no way that I'm going to let you go on with this. Philippines is my daughter and I'm not letting her be a tool in this little game."
"It wouldn't be the first time she was used as a tool." America mutters.
"America, don't you dare bring that in this. That has nothing to do with this." Spain snaps.
"Don't you wag your finger at me you-" America couldn't finish his sentence because of France.
"Okay men, don't you start bickering." France walks over to Spain and warps his arm over him. "I know it will be awkward kissing your own daughter but, if you win this thing you get to be with Philippines alone to spend some father, daughter time together. When was the last time you spent time with her?" Spain thinks of the idea for a second.
"Well it won't hurt." Spain says. "But I don't know if I can steal my daughter second kiss."
"When did you found out that England kissed Philippines?" America asks. Spain turns to him with a flabbergasted look.
"When did she kiss him!?" Spain exclaims. Then he lurches across the table and grabs England's shirt and starts to shake him. "What the hell did you to my daughter!?" He grabs the nearest butter knife and tries to stab England before America and Germany pried Spain off of him.
"It was America's fault." England points an accusing finger at America. "He tripped me, I fell, and Philippines caught me. But the way she caught me…she caught me and our lips accidentally…touched."
"And I'm supposed to believe that." Spain yells.
"You know…" France is standing there nibbling a piece of toast. "If England wasn't Philippines first kiss, who was?" Everyone turns to Spain with a curious look.
"What?" he says.
=France "Hetalia"=
"So…" England says. He stood in front of the tied up Spain. "What do have to say for your self?" The room they are in like the room you see in crime movies. Spain sits in front of a table in front of England.
"Is this necessary?" Spain asks. "What does Philippines first kiss have to do with the subject at hand?"
"This always happens with us." England says. "The subject changes about thirty times a second."
"You'll never get the truth out of me." Spain says as he tugs at his ropes.
"We don't have to." England says. "We'll bring the truth to you."
"What does that mean?" Spain asks.
"You'll see…"
=England "Hetalia"=
"We have narrowed the suspect to a few people." England says.
"How can you do that?" Spain asks. "How can you narrow it down to only a few from all those countries in the world?"
"Philippines only knew a few countries before she went to her first conference. If she kissed someone that she just recently met, we would have already known who it was. So her first kiss has to come from someone of her past. Someone she met before the world conference." England explains. "Our suspects are you, Japan, America, and Romano. We can mark out you since you're her father and we can mark out Japan since…well…when he first met her she was his hostage. So that just leaves Romano and America."
"Romano and America, that's what you narrowed it down to?" Spain scoffs. "Those are like the two least likely people that would Philippines would even kiss. She can't even go near one of them without ripping their throats out."
"If you are so sure they aren't the ones that kissed Philippines, why are your eyes filled with nervousness and your forehead is lined with sweat beads?" England asks. Spain growls and England smiles. He goes to the door of the room, opens it, and then enters America and Romano. They line up on the front wall of the room. Then steps in France.
Then England begins to speak again. "These two are very likely to kiss Philippines. Romano had years to get close to Philippines and kiss her but America was like her knight in shining armor. He saved her from Spain's rule. And you know that most girls fall for their 'heroes'. But, the thing that contradicts that is the war that he and Philippines had. So, that should rule America out." England walks over to Romano. Romano blushes and tries to say something to England but England flew right by him.
"Or does it!" England exclaims as he points his finger in America's direction. "We know there's a tsudenere you two. And don't think we don't know about those lavish gifts you got her. You got her stuff that ranges from flowers to glass bedrooms. People would be surprised that you got to sneak a kiss from her."
"Good inference, England." America says. "Or at least it would be good if was true."
England looks aghast. "What?!"
"I didn't kiss her." America says as he crosses his arms.
"I kisses her!" Everyone in the room to turn the flushed Romano.
"I knew it!" England yells has he turns his fingers at the tomato faced country.
"What would we do without you Brits and your cunning code cracking?" France smirks.
"Oh shut up, Frances." England growls. Then he turns to Romano. "How did you do it?"
"Oh I don't want to say…" Romano mumbles.
"Okay!" say all the other countries. They walk out of the room-while dragging the tide up Spain-and shut the door with Romano alone inside. Romano yells and runs over to the door. He tries to open but it is locked.
"You bastards! You fuckin' open this door right now or I'll-"
=England "Hetalia"=
~Back at the Subject at Hand~
"So you all in?" France asks the countries in front of him. Everyone looks at each other.
"I guess…" they say with little enthusiasm.
"Okay!" France says. He holds of a pink flag and waves it like Italy. "The contest begins…now!" Everyone still sits there looking like doilies. "Why are you guys just sitting there?"
"We haven't had breakfast yet." Italy whines. France shakes his head in disappoint meant.
"After you eat your breakfast, we begin the competition." he mutters.
"YEAH!" al the countries cheer.
(You are now imagining Hetalia ending theme song)
=That's the first chapter of Philippines+Hetalia: Valentines Edition. I know I already have another fanfic-Philippines+Hetalia so please read it-about Philippines but I had a great idea about Valentine's Day that I couldn't not write. And you know what's funny…I hate Valentine's Day. =