A/N:
Since Independence Day was coming up, and I saw Hideyakez-sama's drawing of Philippines (HURRAY TOMBOYS! xD) and the idea sorta POPPED outta my system, I had this written down. Only, i wanted it to be a ONE-SHOT but sadly, I had other options.
So, this fic is a multi-chapter about Philippines' struggles and hardships she had to endure to gain her freedom. Of course, Spain, America, England, China and Japan will be making cameos because They were our first teachers and were kind of important to her and such. Also, they might be OOC, since I wrote them as to how I understood my country's history.
HUNKY SPANIARD PAPA! xD HAHAHAHA, nvm that.
On March 15, 1521 Magellan came to Mactan, LALALALALALALA I DON'T KNO THE REST OF THE SONG! xD LA LA LA LA~
Disclaimer:
Hetalia belongs to Hideyakez Himaruya-sama's!
plot is MOINE! :3
There was a lost little infant walking along the shore, she was uncertain of how she came here or how she came to be. But one thing's for sure to her, she was a no one.
The rags hung from her light skin, her hair unkempt and unruly, and her face…seemingly void of showing any emotions.
She stopped walking and stared out to the open sea. Closing her eyes and listening to the wave's crash and fall, like she was listening to someone's cry from afar, heeding its warning and receiving its message from vast lands.
Occasionally, after she'd open her eyes, colored ships could be seen from afar. And when they'd land, the friendly merchants would trade with them what they have for something from her land. They were friendly folks, and if were not for her better judgment these people could have harmed her people.
A few years passed by and a new set of ships came to her land, the people were a whole lot different from the ones that used to come here. She saw them as they landed, then left once they settled in with her permission. Being with these strange people just wasn't her thing. She'd rather be alone actually.
As usual, she was at shore, trailing behind her stubby little footsteps. Her head was held high to the blue sky, wondering to herself. Her rags were replaced by an oversized tunic given to her by the traders, the tunic was quite old and overused from her activities, but she didn't seem to mind. The tunic was soft and comfortable, and that's all that matters.
Heavy footsteps could be heard from behind her. She didn't turn back; it was probably some animal or someone. Anytime soon, he/she or it will pass by her.
"Hey!" but she was sadly mistaken. Her head curiously turned towards the man behind her. She recognized him as the new settlers – sporting curly brown hair, lightly tanned skin, sparkling green eyes framing his handsome face. She stood her ground, not moving an inch closer to the man before her. Being very wary and cautious of him.
"You…why…are you…alone?" he said between breaths.
His eyes met hers, taking her back. His eyes were the greenest eyes she has ever laid her eyes on. To him, she seemed kind of deaf and lost, so he tried again. Kneeling before her and offering his smile.
"Why are you alone?"
Her mouth opened "A-Alone?"
"Yes, alone. By yourself. I saw you from my ship and you always seem to be walking along the shore alone. Why?"
Eyes returned to the open sea, he followed her eyesight and looked at it. She wasn't smiling, but her eyes told him that she was.
"The sea, it's big and wide. And the wind, it calls me. Talks to me. Listens to me. That's why" she explained to him slowly.
He smiled at her. She was being honest and sincere, she walks along the shore everyday alone because she seems to be the only person who can feel the loneliness of objects so beautiful and taken for granted. She listens to its loneliness, and tries her best to comfort it. She's a wonder.
"What's your name?" he asks. The girl looked puzzled and unsure.
"N-Name?"
"Don't you have one?"
She shakes her head slowly. He brings his muscled arms forward and cups her pits, not standing up yet.
"I'm Spain" he greets and lifts her up in the air.
"And I think I'll name you…Philippines"
"Philippines" she repeats slowly, smiling at her new name.
"You're the Pearl of the Orient Seas" Spain tells her, adoring his new henchman.
Bringing her close to him, Philippines feels warm and…loved for the first time in her life. Tears streaming down her face, alarming Spain.
"H-Hey! Are you alright?"
She wipes her tears away with the back of her hands, feeling ashamed of herself. He smiles at her warmly and hugs her again.
"It's alright hija, I'm here…I'm here. I'll protect you, I promise"
That day, no longer were her little footsteps along the shore. That day, larger footsteps stood alongside hers. She was lonely no more. She had Spain. Someone who'll be there for her when she calls for it.
And little did she know that when the waves came, they erased his and her footsteps.
