Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hetalia nor the character of Alfred. I do have complete control over Philippine-tan here though :D.
Author's Note: Hey! New fandom! I'm fairly new to the manga (I can't even recognize the other nations yet!). I'm still in the process getting through them all orz. I hope I did America justice and that Philippine-tan isn't a Sue D:. This story came from the thought "What would happen to someone who "turns" into a nation?". I feel like I took a lot of liberties here so I apologize in advance if there are any errors of any sort. Well, you can say that this fic is actually a reaaaaalllllyyyy long metaphor for colonial mentality XD;
Enjoy! ;)
Christine Olivares was pretty sure she was only ten years old when she last checked (not a hundred and ten!). All she had to worry about before was just regular kid stuff. Like, going to school, hanging out with her friends, trying your hardest to listen to your mother and your teachers, solving the mystery why boys were so weird; you know, things a "normal" girl goes through on a regular basis. She never had to fret about her country's economy nor nurture its budding relationships with other countries.
But then she became a "nation", the personification of her motherland. Suddenly, a rush of turbulent emotions surged within her. She now knew of the hope, fear, betrayal, and anger that her people felt when Spain, America, and Japan set foot on their shores. It was like the girl was asked to carry piles of luggage that were too heavy for her to bear on her own. The feelings that overflowed inside Christine were so intense, so powerful; all she wanted was for the sensation to stop completely.
One day, she received a life-altering phone call. The caller claimed he knew what Christine was going through and he promised that he will support the girl anyway he could during this confusing transition.
Enter Alfred F. Jones. 'Kuya America' as he was fondly called. One of the nations she should be deathly afraid of.
Right?
If so, Alfred was making it so hard for Christine to stay afraid of him.
"Aren't you hungry?" Alfred said, crouching down to the girl's level. "I got hamburgers and fries!" He held one out to her, an eager smile plastered on his face.
The girl shook her head furiously. "I-I'm fine, Kuya."
"Aww! But we could share!" He quickly undid the wrappers and spread it out on the space between them. Alfred then spread all of the fries on the paper and urged Christine to help herself. "Come on! Dig in!"
"I—" A growl from her stomach interrupted her protest. "U-uh, so-sorry!" She flinched, feeling the blood rush to her face.
Alfred chuckled and patted her head. "See? You are hungry, Christy." He laughed harder when he got a good look at blushing face. "Ahh… I never knew you were so shy."
"It's just I— I don't want to—"
"Eat?"
"No! I mean, yes! NO! I mean…" Christine muttered something in her native tongue and sighed. The older boy was indeed making this very, very hard. "I don't want you to trouble yourself over me."
After taking a brief moment to pause, America responded to this by grabbing Philippines' arm, pulling her into a bone crushing hug, and squealing, "YOU ARE SOOOOOOOO CUUUUUUUUUUUTEEEEEE!"
Needless to say, the fries Alfred brought earlier were no longer fit for human consumption.