Okay, to be brief: first Hetalia fanfic; Philippines OC; Country names; EnglandxPhilippinesxAmerica; Inaccurate history... capisce? (pronounced as ka-peesh)
-Chapter I-
England hooked his finger onto his collar as he pulled it lose. Sweat slowly trickled down from his temples down to his cheeks, down to his neck and finally soaked his button-down shirt. He had never felt so sticky and so uncomfortable before. And now he had grown to hate it. The small and clumped strands of his blonde hair had stuck to his forehead and temples like paper to paper with glue. He tried to catch his breath as much as possible to make up for the damn heat. He tried to fan himself. He already had taken off his sweater and his coat. All these ended up to one thing: failure.
'Damn this heat' England thought as he huffed. 'No normal person could bear this damn heat... Augh!'
Add to that his aching feet, his tired arms and his cracking head.
He twisted, he turned and now he had thought why he was here at the first place. Hell, he didn't even know if this is even necessary at all. Why was he wasting a perfectly sound morning in traveling to the other side of the world just to get his payments?
"Damn it, America..." England muttered, closing his eyes and pinching his nosebridge to get into stability of mind again. "...How could you have gotten this far for a lazy ass like you?"
The sun was up and about in the sky, indicating it was noon. The palm trees around him stayed stationary as he walked. Some leaves from some trees fell as England stepped on them with a crackle that sounded like a cackle of a witch. The wind wasn't blowing and the sun seemed to hate him very much.
"Ah... America left yesterday to check on a new colony. It's in the east."
It was the exact lines Lithuania had said to him. Why was Lithuania at America's place? England shook his head at how messy and careless America can be. England had given the small country to America, knowing that he was a great help. And now, Lithuania was left to guard the house.
Stupid America.
"Augh..." England huffed tiredly as he looked at a field that looked like it was planted with nothing but rice. A well-built house stood somewhere at the side, somewhat nearer to the town. The house looked like Spain's handywork. "... Am I here?" He was too tired to know as he just asked the obvious rhetorical question.
For now, all he thought was cold beverage and a nice shelter to keep him from the sun.
His emerald eyes looked at the vast territory but landed on a silhouette that sweeped the front lawn of the house with hard work. It was a silhouette of a little girl.
He hesitated to approach the girl at first. But somehow, there was this attraction that powered his feet into walking a few more steps. An attraction that said: "Salvation!"
"Ah! This is the life!" America said as he sat back on the tumba-tumba (1) that rocked him back and forth. It was good to be on top and he had celebrated this by rocking himself crazy to sleep, sipping constantly on cold beverages offered to him, and of course, cooling himself in front of an electric fan.
Feeling the cool breeze on his hot skin made him feel so pampered and on top of the world. He didn't care a damn about the glaring sun. All he now thought was resting on this nice chair without the care of the world. To heck with paper work! He could live here forever with someone to keep him comfortable.
"Kuya (2) America!" a squeeky little voice called.
America opened one diamond eye to see who it was. Suddenly, in raced in the balcony was a small girl, huffing and puffing her lungs out. Her tanned skin glistered with sweat, a product of hard work, as her black hair was held in a monstrous bun. You could say she was dirty as her checkered skirt was splattered with dried and cracked mud. Her petite hand had held onto another hand. A hand that one could say was familiar and way different from the smaller girl's.
This hand was fair and sweaty and manly. And it had belonged to England, who just now stood there, looking tired and annoyed and vexed.
"Kuya America!" the little girl squeeked again. Then, she pointed excitedly to England, who was baffled and confused, as seen on his face, at how the little girl pointed at him. He wanted to say she was rude but couldn't slap the hand away. Too precious for that.
"Ah! England!" America now said with a plastered smile. "How nice of you to come here!"
"I want my money back, you git," England stated, shaking off America's earlier greeting. "You owe me... a lot, dumb ass."
"Now, now," America mocked as he shook England's vegetable like hand. "That's no way to talk in front of a child! Oh, by the way this is Philippines, my new colony! Isn't she a nice pick?" America excitedly said as he shoved the little girl, now dubbed as Philippines, near England. England looked at the girl with curiosity and unnamed indifference. He raised a thick brow.
"Real charming," England blankly said as he glared at America. "My money?" he said, extending his arm and curled his fingers twice, indicating his impatient wait for America to hand his money.
Suddenly, when he thought that paper bills were set down on his hand, a hand-far smaller- had taken his hand. He felt it twisting and finally something wet. England looked down to see the little girl placing the back of his hand on her obviously sweaty forehead.
"Mano po!" (3) little Philippines had enthusiastically said. Then she paused into that position for a long time as if a remote control had been struck.
England now looked at Philippines with sheer curiosity. Add to that, he was completely weirded out. What is this girl doing?
After reading the air, moments later, America crept close to the little girl's ear and with a sheepish smile, whispered to her: "He... he's English."
"Ah!" Philippines gasped, knowing quite well her mistake. She sheepishly turned to America as she nervously laughed. "I... Ingles po ba?" (4) she whispered back, nervously. At which, America nodded.
England was all too confused at what was happening. Why was there whispering? Didn't they know he could completely hear them well? He wasn't amused... even for a bit!
Just when things turned out for the weirder, the little girl dubbed Philippines stood up straight, shook with her left hand, and saluted as if she were a soldier standing in front of a general. England didn't know if they were playing on him or whether or not to classify this as formal or not.
"G-good morning, sir-!"
"-Afternoon," America corrected.
"G-good afternoon, sir! Magandang hapon, ho!" (5) Philippines said, looking like she was stern but failed.
"G... good... afternoon?" was all England could say. He held onto the side of his head with his free hand as he tried to internalize and understand all of these things. But sadly, try as he could, he just could not decipher all of these. It was too much for his heated head. Was it the sun or was it of the unusual order of things? He just couldn't tell.
America, on the other hand, was too amused at England. Oh how he would cherish every bit of England's expression as his face turned and moved as if he didn't know what to feel at all. He began to chuckle lightle as he took Philippine's tanned arms and gave a gentle push. "Back to work, Philippines!" he cheerily said. Philippines looked back at America as she giggled.
"Opo (6) Kuya America!" Philippines girlishly said as she ran along, her rubber slippers sounding against the wooden floor as she left.
America watched the little girl before putting a hand on a very confused England's shoulder. "Cute, isn't she?" America cheerily asked as he laughed at England's priceless confusion.
"I'm all too confused!" England exclaimed, holding his head into place.
Okay, so how was that for a first? Oh and references!
1- Tumba-tumba is a Philippine rocking chair. It's made of wood but it rocks lower than a normal rocking chair as if you could feel like you're falling backwards. "Fall" in Philippine vocabulary is tumba. Hence the name.
2- Kuya is a Philippine prefix you use before a name when you call someone older than you who's a boy. So you use it on older boys. Often times, this can be called for respect to male strangers. You can also omit the name so you could just say "Kuya" to an older sister. It is also a term for "brother" and is used for older brothers. The counterpart of a "kuya" is an "ate" (pronounced as ah-teh). Ate is used for girls but with the same functions that of "kuya".
3- "Mano po!" is when you take the back of the hand of an older person and place it on your forehead. It is a sign of respect for older people.
4- "I... Ingles po ba?" is a Filipino translation for: "He is English?" or "Oh, he's English?" At least, that's what I meant it to be.
5- "Magandang hapon, ho!" is a direct Filipino translation for: "Good afternoon!"
6- "Opo" is respectfully saying "yes" to an older person. Sometimes, it could be used for respect towards strangers.
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