Dang! First ever fanfic!
Translations:
Kuya- Big brother
Amerika- Filipino version of Americ
Nakakaawa naman 'yon- That's just/so sad
Boring meeting. Boring lectures about Corruption, squatters, dirty rivers...Why did he even come if things were boring? Oh yeah...He was a freaking country that's why.
He looked through his body bag to find something interesting. Dang, he forgot his Ipod back in the hotel. Books, pads and...oh! What's this? It was a dung beetle in a see through box. Squirming around, trying to get out. He could play with this for a while. Then he spotted China looking at America with an annoyed expression. He smirked. This is gonna be fun...
"For your information FROG my cooking is getting better by every day!" England shouted at the so called "Frog" which was apparently France. "Ohonhonho! So you admit zat you have terrible cooking skillz unlike moi!" France shouted back. England was about to punch him when suddenly…..
"AIYAH!" They saw China making a fool out him self by…..stretching to his back? Dancing like a fool and….shouting immature curses in Chinese. Next to him was a boy was clapping with his mouth wide open in a silent laugh. He looked a like he was about 19 or something. "GET IT OFFA ME ARU!". The boy couldn't take it anymore so he put his hand in China's shirt and took the dung beetle and put it back in the transparent box once again…
After putting the bug back to his bag he remembered how China squirmed to get it off him. Before China could scold him and somewhat punish him he began laughing wildly. "IT'S NOT FUNNY ARU!" China blushed. "Y-YES….I-IT…W-WAS! " the tanned boy answered back between gasps and chuckles. After he calmed down China said "That was so immature aru!" The boy turned at him, grinning like the carefree guy he was. "Not my fault Kuya Amerika was talking like an idiot."
"Who are you exactly?" England asked before America could reply at the boy's insult.
"You don't know me? Really? After those two years of capturing me from Papa Espanya? Nakakaawa naman 'yon." Nobody could understand the last part. Spain wanted to give the boy a great big hug until Romano slapped his shoulder. England looked confused Two years? He thought. America was shouting random words no one could understand because his mouth was full. And Japan had a very apologetic to the boy. The teenager was like Canada, he had been ignored for almost everyone, he had black hair, tanned skin, brown eyes and a long piece of hair sticking out, like Italy's but a bit longer at the top of his head with a curl in the end.
It seemed like forever until the boy opened his mouth…
"I…I'm the Philippines…"