A/N: If you've started reading this because you've already read the past 3 chapters then I'd suggest you go back and check them again. I reedited and added some parts to them. One of it being Philippine's admiration towards America. If you know about this already then read ahead. This was the one of the chapters I had the most difficulty in writing. I had to make sure that Philippines's admiration was developed enough for it actually turn out to something romantic while at the same time not make it too fast and wrap it all up in one chapter. Ugh… this was a pain. (Sadly for me this was just the start.)
Oh and if it's centered and italicized it's a flashback. Just take note of that.
PHILIPPINES' BIG CRUSH
'I've always admired him even before we met'
During the peak of the Spanish-American war,
"Are you having second thoughts?"
"Maybe…"
"Well that's hard. You know what I do when I'm not sure?"
"?"
"I just finish what I started. You're bound to make mistakes either way but you'll never really know what those
mistakes are when you're already at the end of the road. Then I'll just beat the crap out of those mistakes so they'll disappear!"
'That was when I saw that he wasn't all just 'I'm the hero'. The more I realized everything that he was doing the more I fell for my Hero. He not only helped me in getting independence but also with finance, governance, state welfare and protection.' Philippines was lying in bed staring blankly as she tried to construct her thoughts and emotions. "I'm falling for him deeper and de-" but her words were interrupted with a slam from her door and a clueless and rude blonde man.
"Hey Clara! You want to go to a party with me?"
Surprised and angry she took her pillow and threw it at America. "How many times did I tell you to fuck'in knock first! And why are you calling me with my other name?"
After a while, America took the pillow of from his face and a few red pillow marks were left on his face. "Aha… Sorry. Anyway, about the party, what do you say?"
She put her hand on her chin and contemplated for a while before answering "I haven't been to a party for a long time now so I'd love to come. When is it going to be?"
"Tonight at my place." He answered almost instantly and with a straight face.
"T-t-tonight?" she turned red at the stress that America placed her in. "I-i-i-i don't have time to prepare. I-i don't even have a dress yet since it's…um… a-awkward if I… … r-re-use one of the dresses Spain gave me." She looked down still seated in her bed as she twigetted her fingers.
He looked at her curiously and with a casual tone. "Oh you don't have to worry about that. I'll bring you an outfit later this afternoon! Since that's settled you HAVE to come to my party. I'll pick you up later! Bye!" and he left without even waiting for her to reply.
"ahh… i-i-I haven't even said anything yet…" and she found herself alone once again in her room. Tonight she's going to a party with America. That thought just made her blush. 'ahhh… a party with Alfred, huh?' she was already swaying her body left and right while holding her cheeks. ' A party… Should I tell him?'
That morning Philippines spent an abnormally large amount of time in the bath room preparing for the party. It was during some time in the afternoon that a package arrived from America. It was the dress that he was talking about .Philippines looked at the blue gown in curiosity. She noticed that the dress didn't have sleeves. She wore the dress anyway and looked at the mirror curiously. The dress was long enough to touch the floor and it hugged her waist quite tightly before loosening up as it went to her legs.
"Hey Clara! I'm here to pick you up!" Once again, America barged inside the door
"A-America!" she yelled at him, oddly enough, not throwing any object towards the invader but instead just quickly wrapped a blanket around her to cover her body.
"Why are you covering yourself up?" he asked her curiously while walking towards her. Philippines took steps back as America took steps towards her until finally she found herself on the wall and America was approaching.
"W-W-wait!" she blushed as she protested but it was too late. America had already grabbed the blanket and threw it away for him to see whatever it was hiding.
"Oh, you're all dressed." He said almost casually. Now that he thought about it she looks unbelievably stunning tonight. The midnight blue dress hugged her body perfectly from her breast to her waist until it gracefully touched the floor. The thin white belt with a floral broach on her waist made her narrow waist stand out. And the details on her dress that made it and her sparkle like bright stars on a quiet night.
"I-I-I'm not sure if I'm wearing this right… I-I think I must have missed a s-sleeve or someth-something."
It took a while for America to snap out and answer her, "You're wearing the dress just fine." By instinct he took her hand to lead her to his car.
She protested and stopped him for taking leaving. She isn't satisfied yet with his answer. "B-but don't you think it's showing too much skin?" she asked again, a more specific question this time.
"No, not at all. You actually look really pretty tonight, Clara." He looked at her eyes casually.
"I-it is? Well… if you say so then." She kept on blushing. She couldn't look at him at his eye. It would only make her blush more.
"Oh yea I almost forgot." He let go of her hand and took something from his pocket—a beautifully made pearl white necklace. "Here you go! This necklace should fit you perfectly."
"Th-th-tha-thank-thank you, po!" she lowered her head as she kept on blushing from what he just did and said.
'It must be really hot in here then since she's so red' "Oh no problem. So let's go!" and with one sweep stroke of his hand he grabbed her hand again and lead her to his car to go to the party.
"America, what kind of party are we going to anyway?" she was seated next to the driver seat where America was.
"Oh it's just a little get together party. This year a lot of people from Europe are coming." He answered her without looking—focusing on the road and his ford.
'Europe?' he thought but before she could say anything further they arrived at the place. America parked his car right in front of the entrance and got out. She also followed him and curiously asked when she was close enough, "Is Spain attending this year, po?"
"Spain? Yea, he's coming this year."
Philippines froze after she heard what America said, how is she supposed to react when she sees him how is he going to reach? "… I don't think I should be here. Sorry, po. I should just go ho-"
"Hey don't sweat yourself. If anything bad, happens I'm right here. I'm your hero, remember?" and he gave his infamous 'hero grin' at her again.
"Yea… Then I'll be counting on you, po!"
"You're even late for your own party, haven't I taught you anything?" A man with a British accent yelled at America.
"Sorry, Iggy. I was picking up somebody."
"Somebody?" the man with bushy, no, 'caterpillar' eyebrows looked at her curiously.
She noticed the stare and decided to introduce herself, "Hello, po, I'm Philippines."
"I know you!" he pointed at her excited or frustrated, "You're that bloody daughter of Spain!"
'He's rude!'
"You know her England?"
"I sure do. It was during the seven year war."
"I don't know the seven year war but I de remember one time when I was kidnapped, he gave me awful food. He called them 'scrones'"
"Don't make it seem as if I'm a thief!" he yelled at her in frustration when she mentioned 'kidnap', he was a pirate he wanted to colonize it wasn't his fault that Spain didn't watch her properly, and second when she mentioned 'scrones' and 'awful' in the same sentence without a 'not' in the middle, that was his country's delicacy.
"H-hey England. You shouldn't shout at a girl."
"This girl is a beast, America! She was never grateful when I fed her the best of English food when she was with me."
'So this caterpillar eyebrows in scrones?'
"That's because your food tastes bad England."
"Don't take her side!"
"England I want to talk to you about something." Another man approached them, he had an interesting French accent. He was going to get England's attention when he found her, "Oh, and who might this lovely lady be hmm… America?"
"She's Philippines." He answered ignoring the already frustrated England.
"Ahh… so this must be the girl." Philippines stared at him curiously. He must have noticed it because he said something else to answer her curiosity. "I've heard a lot about you from Spain."
After hearing that she knew where he came from just not exactly who he is. "I-I'm sorry. It must be very rude of me. You know who I am but sadly, I do not know you, po." She lowered her head feeling quite embarrassed for not knowing who he is.
"A polite girl aren't you?" He smirked and grabbed her hand before kissing it and introducing himself with a bow, "You can call me France."
She blushed slightly from the sudden awkward contact but in her head she though, 'Gay pervert—definitely a gay pervert.' But she didn't want to be rude to the man and smiled at him instead, "It is a pleasure to meet you, po, Mr. France."
"N-no. The pleasure is mine. Now why don't I take you away from these mongrels. A lady as exquisite as you shouldn't be around them anyway." Before she knew it his arm was around her shoulders and he was leading her away from America and England who were both too busy arguing (at least England was, America was just enjoying it) to notice what the pervert has taken her away.
After a while of walking with France she noticed that they were going further and further from where the party was. In fact, she found her self with him at a quiet hallway. She has to get away from him or else she'll regret it. She wasn't entirely sure of his intentions and didn't want to be rude in case he might have over thought his intentions. Foreigners have odd habits and though most might seem rude to her for them it's normal maybe this is one of those cases. "If it's not rude, where are we going, po?"
"It is nice to have a good conversation in a quiet room, oui?" the pressure on her shoulder became tighter and for some reason she could feel his horny intentions from the way his tone sounded.
'No hell of a way is this perverted gay ass going to take my precious virginity like this!... b-b-b-but… how am I going to get away? I… I might be just over thinking… AUGH! TO HELL WITH THIS ASS! … b-b-but…' She struggled with herself because even until now she was still doubting herself if she might have over thought his intentions from his tone. She thought that maybe he just sounds like a pervert.
"Clara?" just when she had enough problems already. She spots Spain walking towards them. She didn't answer him but just looked down ignoring him. Despite her situation, Spain was the last person she wanted to see.
"Oh, I hope the father doesn't mind if I spend some time with his daughter."
Spain noticed how uncomfortable his daughter was and he knew France well so he knew what he was up to, "France, what are you up to? Let her go." His tone was threatening almost leaning to murderous.
"But I just want to spend some time with her." France protested like a little boy ignoring the threat from the tone of Spain's voice.
Two men were now fighting over her but she couldn't care less. Her old colonizer for 3 centuries is in front of her. The last time they met was when she finally decided to run away from Spain and fight for her freedom. They didn't meet during the battle for her freedom nor were they able to meet after the war when Spain left. She was happy with Spain, immensely so, but her people weren't they were suffering and they were unjustly treated. It was when she decided to choose to protect the happiness of her people than her own and started rebelling. Sure her heart was torn but she knew her place, she had a responsibility and she had to fulfill it. But now she's wondering if that was the better choice. She didn't know how to act. Is he angry? Should she still be angry? But she wanted to hug him she missed him so much that her heart sank as soon as she saw Spain again. But she's afraid that if she might do that she'll have second thoughts about the choice she made and she didn't want to think that she made the wrong choice then. No matter what happens she knew that what happened is done and can't be changed. She didn't want to live her life wishing she made a different choice, losing Spain was painful enough.
At times like these, where she didn't know what to do, her only option was to run away so she wouldn't have to make a choice at all.
"Niña!" Spain yelled at her when he noticed that she suddenly ran away.
She ran away as fast as her heels could bear. She could hear Spain catching up and she really didn't want a confrontation right now. So as soon as she found an open door she ran inside and locked it just as Spain caught up to her. By that time she was inside the room with the door intentionally locked while Spain was outside trying to open the door. He stopped when he noticed that she locked it from the inside.
"Niña… please I just want to talk." Spain was begging. He didn't care what happened between them. His niña is still niña even if she's no longer his colony. But there was no reply from the other end of the door but silence.
She wasn't ready yet. She didn't know what to say. He doesn't seem angry. In fact he really wanted to talk to her. She wanted to talk to him too but is she didn't want to doubt her past decision. Even if that wasn't her worry, she had a war with this man, despite their past, she couldn't just pretend like nothing went wrong. Her conscience wouldn't allow her to.
"If you don't want to talk niña then it's alright. At least I know that America is taking good care of you. I'm happy with just that." He knew that maybe his daughter was still angry at him. He didn't want to force her so he willingly stood up and was about to leave the door when it flung open and a crying Philippines ran and hugged him as tightly as she could.
"Papa, I missed you so much!" She was practically crying already. She didn't care what happens. She couldn't ignore the pain building up in her heart and just gave in. If this decision would cause her difficulty at least she was happy before it would happen.
"Papa misses niña more!" Spain as he fell to tear too while hugging back his precious niña.
Meanwhile,
America was looking for Philippines when he bumped into France, "Hey France have you seen Philippines?"
France was with 2 women each by his side. He holding wine on one hand and pointed with his other hand. "She is over there with Spain."
"S-Spain huh?" After looking at the direction to where France is pointing and sees Spain. He becomes pale as he remembers what Spain said the last time they met. "Ugh… France why'd you have to invite Spain over?"
"That's because it's a get together party and we can't 'get together' without Spain." He took another sip at his glass of wine with that 'I know everything' look.
"B-but still…" He was thinking of a way to rebut France's previous statement but he did have a point and at least Philippines is going well with Spain.
France ignored America and decided to change the topic, "If only I knew that Philippines looked then I might have participated in the last treaty myself."
"But you weren't part of the war so you can't participate in the treaty even if you wanted to."
He focused his attention on the girl now dancing with her father, "She is a very fascinating woman, that Philippines." And in a snap focused on the two girls beside him, "Of course not as lovely as these two women though." He continued to flirt with these girls.
"…there's just something in her that makes you want to look at her." He said almost out of nowhere. France looked at the boy and noticed that there was definitely something different with how he looked at her.
He knew instantly what it was, "Oho, looks like Little America has a big crush." He eased America in his French accent.
France definitely knew he saw a blush run across his face, "I-it's not like that! She's just a friend."
But it was no use, France knew that America has developed a crush on the girl he's just not that certain if he's aware of that though but regardless he decided to give the boy little piece of advice in his specialty. "If you say so~ just a fair warning though, a woman's heart is delicate"
"Umm…yea. sure." He wasn't really paying attention to France anymore. He was just staring blankly at Philippines who is still dancing with Spain. She looked really happy and he was happy for her now that she's getting along with Spain. 'Maybe a dance won't hurt' he thought to himself as he walked towards Philippines and Spain. He caught their attention and America, after a glare from Spain, offered a hand to Philippines which, after Spain quickly gave in, she accepted.
"You seem to be getting along great with Spain." He spoke to her softly that only she can hear as he placed his hand on her narrow waist and she placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Though, I hesitated for a while." She replied in an equally soft tone keeping up with America as they danced.
"Why'd you hesitate?"
"Well…" her tone was softer. She looked down on the ground and took a step closer to America, her head closer to his chest, as if she was hiding her face. Seeing this America placed her other hand, which he held, on his free shoulder and placed his free hand on the other side of her waist.
"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. You guys are fine now and that's all the matters."
Her head was now on his chest as she gave him a hug. "Thank you." Were the words that escaped through her mouth. She really can express in words how grateful she was towards America. He helped free her though the 333 years of rule under Spain. He gave her freedom and is even helping her to run as a state.
He pulled her closer responding to her embrace and whispered in her ear. "I'm your hero, remember? It's my job, so you don't need to thank me."
His tone was more mature to the surprise of an already blushing Philippines. She was red, but thankfully she hid her face well enough that America couldn't see. 'It's getting too intimate. What should I do? But I do want to stay like this a little longer. If I tell him now I wonder how he'll react? What am I saying? He probably likes another girl one who has white skin and brighter eyes.'
"Philippines?"
Still deep in thought Philippines ignored America 'In movies, moments like these are when the Hero and the damsel share a loving kiss but I guess that only works when your feelings are reciprocated. He's handsome, strong, brave, kind… everything a hero should be. If only he was MY HERO then everything would be perfect. I love you, my hero.'
"Hey, Philippines? Are you ok? You're face is red."
"Ah!" she yelped. She just realized that the dance is now over and America is now staring at the apparently redder Philippines. She stared at him and he stared at her, without thinking she ran away from America to veranda. She could hear America yelling her name. She could see people looking at her but she couldn't care. All she knows is that she should run away and hide, she's already embarrassed herself enough running away like a fool wouldn't make a difference.
She finally got to the veranda, luckily, it was empty. She leaned on the edge of the veranda and took a deep sigh. She turned to the lights of building behind her. She was amazed at how tall the buildings were at America's place. Which was a good this because she knows that she's going to occupying this space for a while. She was at peace… until-
"Hey, why'd you run off like that?" the familiar voice was none other than America.
"Ugh! Why does the damn hero have to come now?" She spat at him in a rude tone. Realizing that she spoke without thinking again she covered her mouth and apologized at America for her rudeness. America was now leaning on the balcony beside her. 'H-he's so close and we're all alone. I-is God telling me to confess? Why does God have to choose now out of all the possible times? I could always tell him tomorrow but why now? Ugh… f-fine…' "U-umm… A-A-Ameri- I-I mean… Al-Alfred, I-I know that this might sound too sudden… bu…but… I… I've admired you for a really long time now and… I think I might have fallen…i-in… lo… ve… wi… ou…" She was now redder than ever.
"Huh? What did you say I can't hear you?" Apparently he couldn't clearly hear her voice since the noise inside made it difficult for him to do so.
Using the same tone she said it again hoping that he might hear her. "I…l…ove…you…" He couldn't her her so she had to increase the tone of her voice, "I love you." Her tone was the typical tone that she usually uses but he still couldn't hear her. "I LOVE YOU, DAMMIT!" He voice was apparently louder and any louder would make the heads of the people inside turn to her and America.
"You're a really fun girl to be with, you know that, a little weird though but still fun! Sometimes you're this really boring and primmy girl then next you're like some crazy howling pirate and then you become girl who twitches with her words a lot!"
Her "A-aha…" was mixed one part tried to calmly respond to his accurate accusations and the other tried to keep her furiousness deep inside.
"At first I just thought that you were going through your rebellious stage during puberty but there's really nothing to rebel anymore. So I thought, maybe this is just what made me believe that…" he turned his eyes towards hers.
She blushed even more with the way America suddenly looked at her and her though of America saying 'that I love you' made it worse. 'God as much as I want him to reciprocate my feelings I don't want him to tell me now! H-H-h-he just can't say it now! I-I don't think I can handle it yet… I-i'm not ready. He can't say it right after I did! God please help me!' She got redder and redder that the constant thought of her current situation.
"You're a wolf in sheep's clothing!" he exclaimed at her happily
Philippines couldn't believe she got worked up on that. Rather, the thought of her actually thinking about those things made her think of herself as an even greater fool! "engot!"(t/n "stupid")she yelled at her.
"See, just like tha—"He got cut off when he felt a sudden force hit in between his legs. The woman had just kicked his manhood.
The suspect walked away while the victim helplessly fell to the ground in agony from his lower region.
A/N: I hope I developed it enough though.
Disclaimers:
This Philippines is mine. Everybody else(America, Australia, Spain, Japan, France, England and others) aren't.
It's loosely based on historical events but it's not all that accurate either.
I don't speak Spanish and French nor have I ever stayed in Australia enough to understand the way they speak English.
I don't mean to offend anybody. If I did then it was never intentional.
