Damn. Yesterday, that woman almost gave my life away to death!

I don't wanna die, YET!

I'm too young!

…And sexy!

Come on, seriously, Why does she eat Balut anyway?

That's what it's called, right?

It sounds horrible!

But the taste is MORE horrible than the sound of it!

She acts like… A female version of… England!

But much more worse, noh?!

The bad taste in food, the hatred for me, that freakish smile that appears sometimes, Creepy!

-France


"Happy Valentine's day, papa!" a petite girl who looked like a boy [Philippines] smiled warmly as she gave a bouquet of flowers with brightly colored petals standing to a certain beloved Spaniard of hers. "Ah, gracias, mi hijo~" He smiles. "Kuya Mexico, Kuya Lovino, here's one, too and some chocolate, too!" she smiled as she faced a Mexican and an Italian. "Chocooo! Gracias, hermano!" The Mexican thanked. "On one condition," She pulled back the presents. Alfonso groaned and listened to what she had to say. "What, bastardo?" The Italian hissed. "Quite teasing me of my small height, please?!" She cried. "… Just give us the chocolate." Lovino grabbed it then ran away with Alfonso. She puffed her cheeks then stomped. When she calmed down, she sighed then approached Antonio. "Well?" She said, still fuming with anger a bit. "Oh, yeah… I'll take care of them, mi hijo," Antonio patted the girl's head.

"You better…" She mumbled.


"Tch. That retarded Romano! I'm glad I'll be leaving this place today! But… mi papa… he's still gonna stay here in America for a little longer with him and Feli. I'm going home today. But I don't wanna see Lovi again! Tsu~" She looked away in disgust and continued packing her things.

"Niña, Are you really going today?" Spain asked. "Yes papa! I really need to matter my own politics as a nation!" Philippines sneered. "But don't ever forget me, alright mi hija?" Antonio held Maria's cheeks. "I WON'T EVER FORGET MI PAPA!" She hugged Spain. They haven't had contact since… Well, she left Spain's house for Independence.


Later on, she found herself already in the plane station. "Aw, are you really going, My Pearl?" America cried. "Now, don't act childish on me! Learn how to be mature, Mr. 'America'!" Philippines teased as she pinched Alfred's rose-red cheeks.

"Hey there!" a young boy took a girl's attention. "Yes, po?" The girl looked at the boy. He had black glasses and neatly at the same time messy hair and a small clump sticking out near his forehead. He wore a black T-shirt and a brown jacket above it. His eyes were sparkling blue and his black pants matched his blue and white sneakers, he also had an almost white complexion. "Are you the new guy?" He kneeled down to be face-to-face with the girl. "Yes, po." She said with her tiny fists clenched and grasping on her white apron. "Well, my name is Alfred F. Jones! You can call me America, too! And I'm a country!" He smiled at the lass. She was pounding her heart out. She had a perfectly-tanned but not brown—maybe a shade darker than Spain—complexion and her hair was brown and curly by the ends and was short—up to chin— and curved to her face. Her bangs were straight and were clipped by a white Sampaguita clip she made one earlier. She was wearing a purple dress and a white apron and white thing on her head—was it a bonnet?—and had white shoes. She was also carrying a broom in one hand. "m-My name is Maria Clara Carriedo Dela Cruz; I'm new here. And I'm the country, Philippines, po…!" She said with a short stutter. "Philippines, huh? Nice to meet you," He greeted happily while holding out his hand. Hearing her country name made her smile and blushed a bit. "Our boss is my older brother, England. His name is Arthur Kirkland but you can call him Iggy!" the boy laughed. "But you, fine maiden, should call me the hero!" She pinched the boy's cheeks playfully. "Sure, 'hero'!" She smiled. The boy's smile faded and widened his eyes then smiled even bigger again. 'Someone actually called me a hero!' The boy thought happily.

This was the memory she first thought off when she pinched his cheeks. "It's a bummer that you're leaving, Piri!" Alfred pouted. It made her giggle a bit then she made her way to the plane, boarding it. Before she left, she waved goodbye to Alfred and he waved back. A text came ringing on Piri's phone. When she read it, it said,

Dear Piri,

Have a safe trip! Don't forget about sending me some letters and things like that… Oh, send me burgers instead! Anyway, since you're probably reading this while the plane is moving; you won't be able to see my reaction anymore so here's a picture ~ happy trip, love!

And beneath was a picture of America smiling happily at the camera, waving goodbye. It touched her heart and made her look out the window; where she saw an ant-sized figure of America watching her take off.


Preview for Chapter 5:

"You idiot!" a voice shouted as Philippines came to an office. She screamed dropping her papers and throwing her bag up in the air. "W-Why, sir?" She asked, picking up all that she had messed up. "How could you forget to ask America the question?!" he shouted at the girl. "What question? What que—oh…" She remembered. The question that stated—

THAT'S ENOUGH PREVIEW FOR NOW! KEEP A WATCH FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER. SHOWING, PIRI'S BOSS!


*Philippines looked like a boy when she was young.

*I was wrong. Her age was unidentified when she had her Feminine Features show up. Please take note!

*Mexico and Romano in my story, bully Philippines because of her short height.

*Either Mexico or England first saw Philippines as a girl.

*Puta= Whore

*In my story, not even Spain knows her real gender.

*Hermano= Brother/boy

*I was wrong (Again). Philippines' full name is MARIA CLARA CARRIEDO DELA CRUZ. Sorry~

*The second flashback- Metting of America and Philippines- is the part where they already know Piri is a girl. Chibipiri! And this is also the chapter wherein England's still America's brother.

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