Forbidden Love

I'm sorry, I really should be working on my other stories like Where I Belong and The Whirlwind Alchemist but I'm helping my friend NickelPickleSible on her story For The Love of Tomatoes. So While I was helping her with her story, I came up with a spin off for the story and…yeah I came up with this. I know I should be working on my other story but…I don't have an excuse this time. *puts head down in shame* I hope I don't get killed for this but my head is filled with ideas for this new story so I had to write it. Damn now I have three stories to write…..I'll never get my stories done…Well onto my new Hetalia story! Remember this is a spin off to my friend's story so you'll have to read her story to get what's happening…well the idea of it.

Summary: We all know that Michelle is the human friend of Maria, the personification of the Philippines. But how did she become friends with a nation? How did she become one of the few humans that knew about the Nation's existents? This is the story of Michelle Fernandez Morales, and let me warn you….it's not exactly a happy one.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or the OC characters Maria, Seth, and Thera. Maria and Seth belong to NickelPickleSible and Thera belongs to PrussiaInMahPants.

Thinking: Aww crap!

Speaking: "Don't you dare say a word about this stupid dress"

Michelle's POV Intro:

Hey there! I'm pretty sure that you remember me from my friend's—Maria—story about her love life in her story For the Love of Tomatoes. You probably thought I was just the over protective friend that she happened to come across, but there's more to that. I mean, didn't you think it was weird that I knew about the existents of the Nations? How did that happen, what happened? Well people, this is my story, starting from the age of 10 'til the day I….well you can figure it out on your own if you decide to read my side of the story. I have to warn you though, if you think it's going to be like my friend's story, (by that I mean all lovely, funny, mushy, and all that girly stuff) then you should close this book and continue to read my friend's story. Well it does have moments when it's funny and uck romance but it's mostly….I guess you can say depressing? Figure it out when you read.

Michelle's POV Years into the future

Crap I don't think I can make it. The bullet hit my right lung and ribs. I'm losing too much blood and I don't have enough energy to get out of this stupid alleyway….how ironic… this was the alleyway that I almost lost my life about—

"UGH!" I cried as I fell to the floor due to the pain and partially to the loss of blood. "Damn…he…got…me…good—COUGH—COUGH—"I hacked out more blood onto my hand and my vision began to get hazy. At least the rain managed to clean my hand of the blood.

No, I have to get out of this stupid alleyway and see if Seth managed to get the message to the rest of the Nations. I heard a bomb go off about 20 minutes ago…I wonder if that was the bomb sent to destroy—

"Damn…I…can't…even breath properly." I gasped as I tried to sit up but failed and managed to fall back into my own pool of blood mixed with water.

So is this it? Am I going to die in this alleyway? Well at least I saved my friends...that's a good way to die right? To save your friends? My only regret….I couldn't spend more time with them….I couldn't grow up to see Maria grow into a stable nation, to see Antonio get out of economic troubles, to see Thera and Seth grow strong….and my greatest regret…that I couldn't tell—

"Kuya I see blood here!" I heard Maria's voice coming from the alleyway entrance. "And that's a piece of Michelle's shirt!"

"Come on then!" I heard Alfred shout running into the alleyway stepping into the puddles that the rain had cause.

Ahh Alfred how I wish I could see you grow up even more…you grew up so fast…I'm sure you'll become a powerful nation.

"Hold on Alfred! There could be more terrorists, we have to move with precaution." The soft and reasonable voice of Mattie said.

Oh Mattie, you grew up too fast as well but I guess it's for the best…I'm sure like your brother you'll become a powerful Nation; although, you'll have to work on speaking up if you want people to stop mistaking you for Alfred.

"Who cares! Michelle could be wounded and the more time that passes, the less likely she will live!" Maria shouted, sounding on the verge of tears.

"Mija wait!" Antonio called out as I heard Maria's footsteps approaching fast. I tried to keep my eyes open but I was feeling so tired and cold that a nap sounded nice right about now.

"Michelle!" Maria shouted as she saw my bloodied body. Quickly she rushed to my side as the rest of my family/friends came and saw the bloodied scene in front of them. "Oh My…Michelle! Hang on! You are going to be ok, Michelle. Do not worry—" 'Don't worry Michelle' sounded fake to my ears. The man wounded me about 10 minutes ago…actually I should already be dead but I guess I'll be gone soon so it doesn't matter.

"Don't, Maria…I…know that…my time is…up." I told Maria, gasping for air.

"But it is not supposed to end like this!"Maria shouted.

"She's right! You're too young to die! Just hold on Michelle!" Alfred cried rushing to Maria's side and tried to stop the bleeding. "I-I'm the h-hero—and h-h-heroes' d-don't let—t-their friends—die!" he stuttered as he saw the amount of blood coming from me. I gave him a pained smile, it was sweet that he was trying to save me but it would be pointless.

"I'm…human, you…guys. I'm not…immortal…like you. We all…knew that…my time was…coming—COUGH—COUGH—!" I hacked once again as it became much harder to breathe. I felt my head being lifted onto a lap, but I was too tired to see who it was.

"Michelle! J-just hold on! T-the ambulance are on their way! Kuya! Isn't there anything we can do!" Maria pleaded to her older brother.

"Mi hermana, I'm sorry, but I don't think she'll survive. She's human—"

"Stop saying Michelle's human!" Matthew, the usually quiet one, shouted with tears in his eyes. "She's not just another human, she's our friend! Sister! She's our family! We can't let her die!"

"Arthur," Maria pleaded, "Can't you use your magic to—"

"I'm sorry, Maria, but it's too dangerous to use it on humans; it could kill them instantly." Arthur whispered. Maria just cried harder into Thera's chest, who was crying just as hard. I could feel my body becoming weaker and colder; my time was almost up. Using the last of my strength, I took one last look around my surroundings. On my left were my closest friends/siblings: Maria, Thera, Seth, Alfred, and Mattie. Behind them was my second family: Antonio, Francis, Gilbert, Romano (who had a comforting hand on Maria's shoulder) and Arthur. On my right were my new friends that I had made over the year: Kiku, Heracles (Thera and Seth's older brother) Feliciano, Ludwig, Yong Soo, Vash, Lilli, and surprisingly Ivan, as well. As I turned my head to see who held my head, I was surprise to see Yao stroking my hair while whispering words that did not reach my ears.

"Maria…Thera…Seth," I gasped out, making them immediately stop crying.

"Michelle—"

"Make sure…you guys…grow…up to be…strong Nations…Don't let…anyone…boss or…push…you around. Al…Mattie…I already…know…that…you'll be…strong…countries…just promise…me that you...will grow…stronger…but not…Napoleon strong…no offence…Francis." I chuckled before coughing out more blood.

"Michelle!" Everyone cried out and began speaking at once.

"Hang on!"

"Please stay with us!"

"Don't die!"

"Please isn't there anything you can do!" Maria shouted, "ANYTHING!"

"Well, there's THAT method…"

"Are you crazy Ivan! That will kill her instantly! Besides we are not even sure if it works even properly!" Arthur shouted.

"She's already beyond help. She may survive it; it won't hurt to try."

"What method! Tell me Arthur, what method!" Maria demanded him.

"To become—" Everything started to become muffled, my vision started to fail, and I could feel my body finally shutting down. However, before the darkness could fully envelope me, I heard Yao whisper desperately

"Do it, just do it."

Michelle's POV at 10 years old

Hello there. My name is Michelle Fernandez Morales the youngest daughter of the Peruvian noble family…well part Peruvian since we technically came from Spain but something happened, my parents moved to Peru, but then they had my older brother and decided that Spain was a much better choice so they moved back…so I guess I'm part Peruvian/Spaniard? Whatever, just know that my family is the second largest noble family in Spain…second to the Carriedo family….I think. Anyways, I have two older siblings. My older sister, Diana, is 15 and my brother, Anthony, is 18. As for my parents—

"Michelle! Come down this instant!" my mother shouted several floors below, making me drop my journal.

What did I do this time? I sighed as I picked up my journal and placed it underneath my pillow.

"Coming!" I shouted and rushed down the steps. At the bottom of the stairs was my mother waiting for and boy did she have a mad face. Usually my mother didn't have such a face. With her long wavy black hair tied into an elegant bun, she looked "like a goddess" to other people, but I couldn't really see that. I mean, yes my mother is pretty (especially for her age of…I guess I can't tell) with her warm brown eyes and slender face but…never mind. Where were we, oh yes her having a very…pissed…face.

Oh crap, she must have found out about the fight at school. I gulped as I neared her.

"Yes, mother—"

"I just got a letter from your teacher saying that you were in a fight with a boy…AGAIN!" I winced at her tone.

"But mother, I had a good reason! He was picking on a kid! I couldn't let him do that! I tried talking to him but one thing led to another and we—"

"I don't want to hear your excuses! This is the 10th time you've gotten into trouble! You're a lady! Act like one! Do you know how embarrassed I get when I hear you act like this? You're not a boy so stopping acting like one!" she shouted and I couldn't help but clench my fists. I hated that girls were underneath men, I hated it. That's why I refuse to act like a helpless girl. I wanted to be a girl who could be on her own in life and not have to depend on a man. "Giving me the silent treatment again? Fine, you brought this on yourself. I'm hiring a governess. You're no longer going to school with those boys. The governess will teach you how to be a proper lady."

"What!" I shouted, not caring that I had talked back to my mother. "You can't do that! I won't see my friends Rosie, Joyce, Sophia, Toni, Adam, Dimitra, and—"

SLAP!

The force of the slap was enough to make me fall to the floor and for the first time in my life, I was scared of my mother.

"Don't you dare talk back to me, young lady! I knew it was a bad idea to let you go to that school. Curse Anthony for persuading me. Now go to your room!" She yelled. I wasted no time and for once, I followed her orders and sprinted up the stairs into the safety of my room. Once I was safely in my room, I jumped onto my bed and silently cried while rubbing my red cheek.

Why can't mother accept me for who I am, like Anthony? Why must she force me to be someone else? Someone who I will never be? I went to sleep that night without any dinner.

"Now, tell me. What do you do when your husband brings guests over?" my Governess asked me. I answered in a monotone voice.

"Entertain your guests by reading poetry or give them the food prepared by yourself—I mean by the cooks." I quickly corrected myself. My governess sighed but continued her lecture nonetheless. As she continued her lecture, I gazed out the window and sighed. It's been 2 years since my governess came to our household, 2 years of boring stuff, 2 years since my freedom was taken away from me.

At least brother's coming back today. That should at least cheer me up. Maybe we'll play in the garden! We could—

"Michelle, are you paying attention?" my governess asked, snapping me out of my daydream.

"Um…never go out unless your husband gives you permission and even then you must have a male escort?" I answered/asked.

"We are done for today. Go to your room until your brother arrives." She sighed as she gathered her papers. Wasting no time, I sprinted out of the room (well, walked because "ladies don't run" Not to mention it's hard in this stupid dress). Instead of going to my room, I secretly went down to the kitchen. I entered the kitchen stealthily as a ninja, and once I was safe from the servants' eyes, I sighed in relief.

"Ah, Michelle! Your lessons ended early today?" my head chef, Piero, laughed as he gave me a hug.

"Yes. I'm glad. Now I can make Anthony a homemade cake when he gets back! Can I do it on my own this time?" I pleaded with Piero and he just chuckled.

"Why not, mija. You've proven yourself to be a talented baker! Make anything to your heart's content. Just call me when—"

"I'm dealing with fire. Yes, I know, Piero. Thank you. I won't let you down! Nor will I burn down your kitchen." I smiled as I put my waist length black hair into a ponytail and put on an apron. "Come back in an hour!

"Ok, be careful." He said as he left the room. I smiled as I started to gather the ingredients. You see, after my mother practically house arrested me, I had to find a new hobby, since playing in the garden, playing soldiers, and anything involving boy stuff seemed to be out of the question. I tried writing, but my governess told me I had too many errors and that it wasn't lady-like to write stories about ninjas and alchemy…stupid governess…I never planned to publish them. So then, I turned to art; I could sketch pretty well, almost as good as the few manga artists that we had in Spain, but when I colored them, they turned out terrible. I tried, well I was forced to try, the piano, but I didn't have the patience for it. Finally, I tried baking (which my mother disapproves of saying that only men should bake.) Turns out, I had a knack for it, and Piero loves my desserts so much that he doesn't mind me cooking in the kitchen and best off all…he doesn't even tell my parents about it.

Just as I was about to call Piero to help me with the fire I was finally finished putting the ingredients together, Piero came into the kitchen with a concerned face.

"Piero, great timing. I need help with the fire—"

"Your mother is calling for you. You better go. I'll finish baking your cake but go." I nodded, taking off my apron, releasing my hair from the ponytail, and making sure that I had no evidence that I cooked.

"Okay, thanks, Piero! See you tomorrow night!" I said as I quickly walked out of the kitchen and went to find my mother. Had I stayed only a couple of seconds longer, I would have heard Piero whisper

"But you won't be coming back"

"You wanted to see me mother?" I asked as I found my mother in the music room, drinking her teas.

"There you are. I was wondering where you were. Well, no matter. I have some good news for you." I stood there silently waiting for her so-called good news. "I've found your future husband."

"What!" I almost screamed as I heard the news. This wasn't good news! It was horrible news!

"Yes, your father and I managed to find a suitable husband. He's rich and can provide for you. He's a kind man and I think that you'll like him." I couldn't believe my ears. My mother was already marring me off to some unknown man!

"But—what—how old is he even?"

Twenty-two but—"

"I'm going to marry a man twice my age! How could you—"

"We're not immediately marring you right now. But when you do become of age say like around 16 then you'll be marring him. Until then, you are just going to live with him in Leon and get to know him better."

"But how can you give me away to some unknown man!"

"Watch your tone, young lady! We did this to your sister when she was 15 and she's happily married—"

"Because she married her best friend! I'm going to marry a complete stranger—"

"Didn't you hear what I said moments ago, you're going to Leon to spend time with him so you won't be complete strangers when you marry—"

"Does Anthony know about this—"

"You'll be leaving to your husband's house in Leon today. Anthony will never find out," my mother said, "I already have servants packing your clothes and they'll be done within an hour." She calmly took a drink of her tea as she told me this. How could she…HOW COULD SHE! Sending me on at least a week trip to Leon, away from Madrid, and not tell my brother! I could take the frilly dresses, the lessons, the rules of being a proper woman, but this I would not go quietly with.

"No," I told her standing my ground.

"What did you say?" mother asked, glaring at me.

"I won't go to Leon to marry that probably suck up lord! I've had enough of you bossing me around! I won't take it anymore!" I shouted.

"You will marry this man—"

"No, I won't! I won't let you control my life like this! I've had enough!" I shouted running to the front door.

"Where do you think you're going!" my mother yelled after me.

"Anywhere but this…can't believe I'm saying this…SHITTY place!" I roared, running out of the mansion not looking back. I continued to run even though my lungs were burning for oxygen (this stupid corset made it very difficult to breathe in), and even when I felt I was going to pass out…I ran even faster. It was only when it began to turn dark did I slow down. Once I stopped (gasping for air), I took in my surroundings and I was amazed to see that I was in a forest. In front of me was a ginkgo tree. I had not seen one of those in years.

Such a pretty tree…I wish Anthony could see it…

"Umm…excuse me…Are you okay?" I heard a childish voice asked, waking me up. Slowly I opened my eyes and once I could see clearly, I could see a boy with short almost messy rich, brown hair with tanned skin looking at me with worry with his chocolate brown eyes. "Are you ok?" he asked once more. I tried sitting up, but I found that I had no energy.

"Ugh…I think I've had better days," I groaned, lying back on the soft, fresh grass, still trying to breathe. Stupid corset! "Where am I anyways?" I gasped.

"You are a few miles away from my house and maybe a mile or two away from town." He smiled, offering a hand. I took it and with his help, I managed to sit straight up without passing out. "If I may ask, why are you out here?"

"Umm…family problems. I just needed some fresh air. I'm Michelle, by the way. Thanks for waking me up." I smiled at my helper.

"No problem. And if you want, you can come to my house to wash up." He said helping me stand.

"Thanks, I owe you one…um…what was your name again?" I asked sheepishly.

"Oh I am sorry. Where are my manners? I am Maria Carriedo." A few seconds went by as I tried to grasp his—her name before I came up with an appropriate reply.

"YOU'RE A GIRL!"

And that's a wrap for the first chapter…I must admit it's really short compared to all of the other chapters that I have written so far. But I guess it can't be helped. So I hoped you guys liked it and please review…your opinion matters. I hope you read For the Love Of Tomatoes to understand what's going on. Oh and a special thanks to my buddy NickelPickleSible who proofread my chapter (for once I actually wrote it on paper instead of just typing it out! Gasp!) It would probably be horrible if you didn't help!

-Midnightmich