June 16, 1741

Staring out into the sea with charcoal brown eyes, the Asian island sighed and rested her chin on her knuckles. Four days have passed since she left her Spanish conqueror to battle with his English rival. She eased herself by thinking of what to cook once she sees Lovino, knowing that he had a more 'refined' taste on food compared to her (or so he claims). Corazon puffed her cheeks and plopped her chin onto her crossed arms on the railing, "You better hurry up… You know how impatient that little Italian brat is…" she let out a heavy sigh and continued to stare into the distance. On the second level of the ship was her temporary guardian, who watched her closely, making sure she didn't fall off the edge.

Gilbert leaned on the railing with Gilbird taking a nap on his hat, he himself was thinking.

Thinking why his friend Antonio kept, what he thought as the servant boy, close to him. Are the two related? He compared the two to see any similarities but saw that they both had nearly have the same skin tone. Other than that, 'Cruz' and Antonio were just two different people in the same ship. Unless Cruz is an illegitimate child of Antonio and one of the native women of the Philippines…, the silver haired nation sneered, must be one hell of a native to give birth to such a feminine son…Gilbird chirped to catch his attention, 'Hm? What's wrong little awesome one? You hungry?' The tiny bird flew to the troubled colony's shoulder, nuzzling its head to her cheek. Corazon blinked and let the sides of her lips curve up.

'Hola Gilbird' she sang, 'Are you hungry?'

Gilbird responded with an exultant chirp, 'Si, me too… I wonder what they have…' The Filipina popped her neck and walked down to the kitchen. Gilbert got off the railing and followed her quietly. She looked around and searched in crates and barrels like a rat in the gutters. When she found a lime she stuffed it in her pocket as a last resort snack and kept on looking. 'I feel like a stowaway… Wait, I did sneak into Señor Carriedo's ship…' she pursed her lips, 'I suppose that counts as being a stowaway…' The pale skinned nation chuckled quietly to himself as she hummed a talindaw, a song she used to sing out in the sea before she was colonized. The Prussian listened earnestly and leaned on the wall.

Eh…, he shrugged, guess it sounds pretty awesome… It sounds very… native like… Corazon finally found a decent meal which consisted of a slice of bread and an apple. She set Gilbird on her lap and fed him the bread while she munched contentedly on the juicy apple. Gilbert crouched over behind a barrel to keep observing her. If Cruz was a woman it'd be so awesome doing this… W-wait! M-mein gott… Now I'm acting like Antonio and Francis…, he rubbed his temples. Settle those five meters down awesome me… Cruz IS a MAN… He looked over at Corazon again, A very feminine looking man… He scratched the side of his head and looked back again only to find no one there. 'W-what?...'

'Kapitän Beilschmidt? What are you doing here?' the cook asked and the embodied nation jolted, yelping himself scared. '… For a minute I could've mistaken that screech as a woman's…' He straightened his hat and cleared his throat.

'What is it Adalbert?' Gilbert lifted his head, gaining back his composure. Adalbert, the cook, laughed and wiped the sweat of his brow. The expression on his face suddenly grew solemn.

'What are we going to do with the Spaniard?' he whispered hoarsely. The personified kingdom's eyes grew wide, 'Kapitän… Are you certain about that boy travel with us? He could be a spy for all we know…'

'Adalbert! Don't over-romanticize the situation! That is so un-awesome!' Gilbert scolded, 'Antonio is a very close friend of mine and I trust him. We have been in a few scuffles and quarrels but I know he's too stupid to pull something like that' His cook continued to look at him seriously and the nation rolled his eyes, 'If it puts you at ease I'll treat the man as if he is part of this crew. Agreed?' Adalbert shifted uneasily where he was standing.

'I think you should treat him a bit lower than that…'

'Cruz is important to my friend, so he is important to me understood? It would be un-awesome if I treated him with such harshness! Damn! I've used the words un-awesome more than awesome! Not awesome!' he gnashed, 'Adalbert I'm letting this slide just for now! Go now! Back to your duties!' Gilbert marched off back to his quarters as Adalbert grumbled to himself and went back up the deck to continue cleaning. The top of a barrel slowly rose and between it were scared eyes and yellow feathers. Corazon slowly got out and ran to the back of the ship to hide herself.

'Aiyah… Gilbird… I am... a bit frightened…' she whispered to the chick, trying to console herself from what she heard. 'They really think I'm a Spanish spy… It's flattering but… threatening at the same time…' The island colony sat in a dark corner and pulled her knees up to her chest. 'Maybe I should just stay here… Out of Herr Bielshmidt's and his crew's way…' She breathed in the smell of tar and pine as she wedged herself behind a barrel. "I wish I stayed on Señor Carriedo's ship… I would've fought beside him and gave that Inglaterra one hell of a beating…' She continued to mutter on about how her situation would have been better if she stayed to fight her superior's rival before dozing in a light slumber; Corazon's head slumped forward. Gilbird decided to join in her in the dark and slept on her crossed arms.

This chapter's pretty short, but the lengths of each chapter will vary anyway.

Thank you all for the kind reviews you've sent me C: It's very nice to know that people like the shit I type up and want more.

I'll try to do weekly/monthly updates of this, but it'll be a bit difficult to do so because junior year is slowly creeping up on me. Which means college visits, keeping up with Pre-AP/AP classes, and add a dash of marching band.

Meaning I'll be loaded for the next year, basically.

Regardless of that however, I will try to type up more fanfiction of my OC!Philippines and other Hetalia related ones.

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