"Mi hija, Philippines, why must we fight?" Spain, who was kneeling on the bloody ground, was looking up at his daughter who is covered in blood and wounds. His daughter had cut her dark brown hair short like a man's and wore clothes for men, showing rebellion against all that he had taught her. The Filipina had her bolo readied at his neck but there was obvious sadness in her dark chocolate orbs.
"Papa, no, Spain, surrender now or I shall end you right this instant." She was shaking. She didn't want to kill her papa but if he doesn't stand down, she has to end him. "Mi hija, if you must do what you are planning to , please remember, yo siempre te amará mi hija…." Tears flowed down his tan cheeks as he closed his eyes, awaiting for her to end his life but instead he heard something unexpected.
"Go." She said in a cold tone. "qué? Come again?" He opened his eyes and stared at his daughter in shock. "I said go, alis , marcharse." Spain quickly stood up. "¿Está seguro?" Spain's voice was shaky and unsure. "Si, Spain." Philippines turned around and started walking off in the opposite direction of Spain. Spain watched her as she walked away and when she was out of sight, he just stared at the ground and hoped for her to come back but didn't so he soon walked away.
Spain ordered his troops to retreat back to the ships. "But sir-" A soldier cried but was cut off by Spain. "No, we are going to stand down, men, in another word, retreat ." So when he said this the remaining soldiers just followed his orders. As his men went back on the ships, Spain saw a familiar figure in the distance. Knowing who the figure was, he grunted.
He walked off in the direction of America and he did the same. "Antonio, I do believe that your daughter is mine now." The American chuckled at the fact that he made her believe that she was his hero. "It's sad that she picked you over me, her own papa. I wonder why I even agreed to give you my daughter for a measly sum of moneey when mi hija is obviously worth more." He said in a low voice. "Oh, I can see that she is very beautiful, you raised her well but it's time for you let go." He said with fake sympathy. "Please, let her go and give her independence, Alfred, it was what she always wanted." He pleaded.
"I'll think about it." America said. Spain started to emit a dark aura that seemed to choke America with fear. "Okay, okay , I will but let her stay in my house for a while,okay?" He said in a scared tone. "Fine but take good care of her." Spain said and after that America bid farewell and walked away. " Adios, Mi hija." He muttered and went back to his fleet of ships. Once they set out to sea, He went to his cabin to sleep and because of his exhaustion he immediately fell into a deep slumber, dreaming of his sweet, little hija, his little Asian pearl.