For some reason, I decided to type this up even though I have a lot on my plate. I'm planning another fanfiction, I'm planning a side fic to Wishes of Innocence, and I'm working on Wishes of Innocence as well as Life with a Pirate. Oh well. It's not like I'm planning to update this frequently either; only when I feel like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Only the character concept of the OC!Philippines starring in this fic.

Don't accept Anything from Netherlands

Philia (her shortened version of half the country she represented, Philippines), or Maria De la Cruz, was well known for her kind, caring and hospitable disposition. She was friendly to everyone; always smiling at people she didn't know that well or those who would not hesitate to take advantage of her. But being raised by Spain when she was very young for over three hundred years, it came as no surprise that she was oblivious, naive, and innocent in a variety of ways.

Though that could be equally contributed to her twin brother (Philip), Spain, as well as several of the other former colonies who were raised by the latter threatening to send anyone who dared to corrupt her in any sort of way into a world of hurt. There were also her asian siblings China, Japan, Vietnam, South Korea, Brunei, and Malaysia as well.

Oh, and let's not forget America, England, Canada, the Italy brothers, Ireland, Australia and New Zealand.

Okay, and several other nations who will not be mentioned.

All in all, it was not a smart idea to try anything on the small archipelago nation least they suffer the wrath of aforementioned countries and her other half.

But there were still those who didn't get it.

Such as a certain lolita complex nation who went by the name of Netherlands.

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Russia was probably one of the worst countries for her to be in.

Maria had nothing against the personification of the country himself (though he was a little scary), but being from a tropical country, the harsh coldness of Moscow affected her more than the other countries. The ones who had it as bad as her were the other countries who were used to the humid climates that graced them such as Seychelles (or Victoria as the other girl had asked Maria to call her).

During her stay in Moscow for the World Meeting being hosted by Russia, Maria had stayed inside most of the time. She only went out when she needed to, which was when she had to do something for the other countries when they asked her for a favour or because she went to buy souvenirs for her boss and siblings.

When she had first arrived, Maria had lasted fifteen minutes outside in the cold before she fainted. When she regained consciousness again, she had to calm down a concerned America, his usually invisible brother Canada, Spain, Romano and Veneziano. Vietnam and Germany were there too, but they had kept level heads so the filipina hadn't been too concerned about them at the time. According to Alfred, she had been lucky that England came across her when he did, otherwise she would have been buried in snow and no one would have found her until it was too late.

England happened to be coming into the room when he heard his former colony rambling on about how she could have been killed. Sneaking up behind the blond, he hit him on the back of the head saying that he didn't need to scare her with what could have happened.

But then he rounded on her and asked what in the world did she think she was doing coming to Russia of all places with the flimsy layers of clothes she had on?

As the personification of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland ranted at her, forgoing the gentleman personality he worked hard to uphold unless he was around France or America, Maria had started shrinking as far as she could from him in the bed she had been placed on.

It was only when Vietnam interrupted him that he stopped his rant and Maria was given a breather from the temperamental Brit. As nice as he was to anyone who wasn't dumb enough to anger him, it was to be also noted that he had been one of the great European countries who colonized one fourth of the world.

After that episode, Maria wore bundles of warm clothes that kept her warm whenever she went out. Even when she was indoors, she was wearing at least three layers of clothing.

"...Philippines."

"Eh?" Maria turned swiftly to face the person who spoke from behind her.

The filipina immediately recognized the tall, blond haired man with green eyes. He was Netherlands; the older brother of Belgium, a country she was acquainted with in the Female Nation's World meetings. She didn't really know him that well, but Belgium had warned her that if she ever saw him, she should run away in the opposite direction as fast as she could.

Even though the nation's sister had warned her, Maria felt that running away just at the sight of him was rude. So she'd have to be polite for now and find an opportunity to escape later.

"Oh, hello." Maria said, bowing slightly before craning her neck to stare back at him.

He was very tall, even if Maria was a bit on the short side. He was easily comparable to Denmark and Germany, who were very tall themselves. The only ones who beat them in height would probably be Russia and Sweden.

"Are you cold?" He asked, taking note of her flushed cheeks and the bulky but warm layers of clothing she had on.

"Yes." Maria smiled. "I'm not used to the weather here. A few days ago, I fainted and was very close to suffering from hypothermia. At least, according to America."

Netherlands eyed her calculatingly as she spoke. Maria did not seem to notice or realize the danger she was in within his presence. She did not know that he had a thing for young girls and that she was right up his alley in preference.

And finally, she did not know that he thought nothing of using shady drugs whenever he had his sights on a target.

Which was why she had suspected nothing when he invited her for hot chocolate at a cafe he knew of five minutes later.

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The cafe had the kind of atmosphere that made Maria feel right at home.

"Here." Netherlands had just returned from the service counter, handing her the hot chocolate as well as the plum and almond tart she had ordered earlier. Despite the cafe having a good reputation, they apparently didn't have waiter service, so you had to pick up your orders from where you placed them.

"Salamat!" She thanked him in tagalog, eying the dessert that he placed in front of her.

"You're welcome." Netherlands had ordered Zapekanka iz tvoroga (baked lemon pudding) and a dark coffee.

The man slowly sipped his coffee, watching the small filipina devouring her dessert with fervor. As disappointed as he was that she didn't go after the hot chocolate first, Netherlands merely drank his coffee, not bothering to touch the food he ordered.

Though he had to admit watching the nation eating her tart hungrily was amusing.

When she started drinking her hot chocolate, the blond haired man took another sip of his coffee to hide the small smile on his face as the archipelago nation took the bait. Since the hot drink had cooled somewhat, Maria finished it in five minutes.

He waited patiently as the effects of what he put in her drink started to take effect.

Maria yawned several times, rubbing her eyes as she started to nod off. Her eyes drooped and despite her efforts to stay awake, she fell asleep with her head resting in her arms.

Netherlands took one last drink of the coffee and paid the bill before leaving the cafe with a drugged induced sleeping Maria in his arms.

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When Maria woke up the next day, she felt well rested albeit a bit sleepy.

Rubbing at her eyes and stretching her arms, she looked at the clock beside her bed and to her surprise it was nine o'clock. The curtains of her room had been pushed to the side, revealing that it was late morning.

The filipina bolted upwards in her bed in confusion. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was eating at that cafe with Netherlands.

While she wondered how she suddenly ended up in her bedroom more than twelve hours later, she didn't realize that someone had entered the room until her door was closed shut.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" It was Vietnam. The older girl smiled at her, carrying a tray of pancakes with a glass of milk towards her.

"Um... okay?" Maria's wide eyed gaze was on the fluffy pancakes Vietnam was carrying in. The aroma it gave off was heavenly and the filipina sincerely hoped that the breakfast was for her.

"Good." Vietnam smiled and deposited the tray on the younger girl's lap. "The drug lasted longer than we thought and we were beginning to get worried." Maria had been about to take a bite of her pancake when Vietnam mentioned 'drug'. She stared at her, blinking at Vietnam as if she had no idea what she was talking about.

The other South East Asian country sighed and sat down by Maria's feet. "You remember what happened yesterday?"

Maria's face scrunched up into an expression of thoughtful concentration as she recalled yesterday's events. "I went out to buy some souvenirs and met Netherlands on the way back. He invited me for hot chocolate and I thought that refusing his invitation would be rude, so I agreed to go with him." Maria stared at Vietnam. "That's all."

Vietnam sighed again, refraining from rolling her eyes at Philippine's gullible nature.

"Ria, the last person you should accept an invitation or any form of food or drink from is Netherlands."

"Huh? Why?" Maria looked confused.

"Because you're unfortunately his type."

Type? As in the kind of girl he liked? Maria's face reddened at the thought.

"Look, Indonesia would know more about this but if he likes someone, he, um, well..." Vietnam coughed. "Uses drugs on them."

Maria blinked. She didn't seem outright shocked, only confused as to why the nation would do such a thing. "Oh..."

What Vietnam hadn't mentioned was that it seemed Netherlands was quite infatuated with Maria, having gone and named a town after her. Of course, Maria seemed quite happy about the fact, not at all realizing that it had been no coincidence at all. He was just trying to woo her.

Being both his type as well as one of Spain's treasured children, Maria was the perfect target. He got a girl while pissing off Spain at the same time.

"How did you find me?"

"Sweden and Finland saw you being carried off by Netherlands and were immediately suspicious. They, uh, tried to stop him on their own but couldn't manage it. Then they called America, Spain, Belgium and Luxembourg. The rest is pretty much history. Last I recall, Belgium was still yelling at him."

Maria learned not to accept food or anything else from the tall blond nation again.

And I'm finally done!

It should really come as no surprise that Maria has fallen victim to Netherlands' ways. Being gullible is one of her biggest traits, much to the chagrin of some of the other countries.

Just so you know, Netherlands (or Holland, whatever you want to call him) tried to conquer the Philippines but failed. I can certainly imagine the Pearl of the Orient being one of the guy's targets alongside Seychelles, Monaco and any other young female nation.