(Hello and maybe welcome back~ I sadly still do not own Hetalia and this is the first real chapter! Please enjoy!)
I sat in my room, gazing out the window; out at the water in particular. I sighed, papa wouldn't let me out into the water, he said it was too dangerous for a small girl like me to go out swimming. Of course it didn't stop me from sneaking out for late night swims. I smiled to myself and swung my legs off the bed. I trotted across the room to my old bookshelf where I kept my old drawings from the last time I visited home. I kept them concealed inside the story books Spain gave me when he first found me. As I flipped through the pictures, I soon recognized the plants and animals from back home. I could close my eyes and pretend that I was there. Smelling the deep sea breeze and stepping in the soft sand. I could taste the fish and rice on the tip of my tongue.
The sound of the doorbell broke my train of thought.
I opened my eyes and leapt to my feet. The book thudded to the floor and I ran out the door into the hall. We rarely had visitors, and I was always curious to see who it was. I peered out from a corner to see papa talking to someone outside.
"Hola mi amigo! I did not expect you to bring your son here as well." My papa said with a sort of charm.
"Honhon, I figured your daughter would not mind someone to talk to. She is about the same age as her, he is only ten." The man had long blonde hair and a comedic accent.
"Ah I see, she has nine years right now, I believe she would not mind having someone to play with." He turned his head slightly and could see me out of the corner of his eye, "Come over here Philippines…don't be shy, we have visitors."
I slowly stepped around the corner and crept to my papa who put an arm around me warmly, "Say hello to our guests!"
"Kumusta ("hello" in Filipino)!" I said smiling, my native language was what I preferred to use, the man with the funny accent smiled back and winked at me.
"She is very cute, no?" my papa said proudly.
"Honhonhon, she will grow up to become a fine woman! This is my son Canada," he moved a little to the left to reveal a small boy that had the same long hair as his father. He was pale and had the most peculiar eyes, they were purple. "Say hello to the young lady mon cheri."
"H-hello eh…", his cheeks were as bright red as the maple leaf on his shirt. He clung to his father and seemed very quiet.
"Hello!" I replied, "I'm Philippines!" I stuck out my hand for him to shake it.
"I-I'm Canada eh…" he brought out his shaking hand slowly, shook mine quickly and pulled away.
"I think they will get along just fine!" the father said, and Canada blushed deeper and stared at the ground.
Papa chuckled, "He is always quite a shy one, isn't he?"
"Honhonhon, maybe your daughter can change that, non?"
I looked up to papa and he smiled back down at me, "Why don't you two come in, France, you and I can start…business…Philippines?"
"Yes papa?" I asked.
"Stay with Canada, and you two stay out of trouble."
"Of course papa." I nodded.