Philippines+ Hetalia
Ch.7
"You're doing great. Love it!" France says as he snaps more shots of Philippines. "Work it, baby work it."
"France," Philippine says as she does another pose, "Just shut up."
France frowns. "Ruin all the fun, why don't you." As France continues to take photos, one of his assistance comes up to him.
"Mr. France, you have someone wanting to see Miss Philippine. He some kind some business with her." the assistance says.
"Who is it?" Philippine asks the assistance, over hearing what he said. That's when England came into the room.
"Is Philippines he-" England starts to say before he saw what Philippine is wearing. She is in a pink flowered string bikini surrounded by a beach setting. She has "sex appeal" written all over her.
(You are now imagining Hetalia theme opening theme song)
"Uh…uh…" England stutters.
"Oh, England! Just wait a second; I'll be finished in a moment." Philippines say between poses.
"Okay." says England.
"Isn't this great!" France whispers. "Having Philippine on the cover on my new magazine is the greatest idea I had yet."
"When in the world did she agree to do this?" England asks.
"Well, I heard that she needed some quick cash so I came up with a proposal." France answers.
"And this is what you came up with."
"I am a genius aren't I?"
"A sick, demented old man is more like it."
"Hey! I am not an old man."
"Guys." Philippine says. "Sorry to interrupt but I think I'm finished here."
France nods his head. "Yes, yes. You can go now. We got some spectacular shots." Philippine does an awkward bow and takes off to the dressing room.
"So." France says. "What are you and Philippine going to do?"
"Nothing much. She's just cleaning my house." England answers.
France frowns with disappointment. "That's all. You re so pitiful, England. At least tell me you're going to make her wear one of my French maid outfits."
"Hell no. I won't stoop down to your level. I'll hit rock bottom."
"Nice to know I'm rock bottom." France mutters. After that, Philippines came out wearing her usual ensemble, a white T-shirt with a red shawl and a red skirt that goes to her knees. The only thing that is different is her scarlet overcoat.
"I'm ready to go, England." she says. An image of Philippines in a maid outfit pops into England's head but he quickly dismisses it.
=France "Hetalia"=

~England's Storage Room~
Philippine and England arrive at England's house. It's a big ancient mansion that that is leaning more on the evil castle look.
"Nice place." Philippine comments as the two countries enter the house.
"Thanks." England says. When they enter, they come into the grand hall. "I think you should start cleaning my storage room upstairs. It's getting real messy up there." England shows Philippines the way to the room. When they reach it, he opens the door only to revel a place that hasn't been cleaned for a hundred years.
'This place is as bad as America's storage room.' Philippine says to herself.
"Well…" England claps his hands together. "I'll leave you to it. I'll be in my studies if you need me. It's across the hall from here." England rushes off.
"Butt head." Philippine whispers. "Leaving me to clean up all this trash. I knew I was cleaning his house but not a city heap." Philippines start to dust and sweep the room. She constantly moves stuff around. When she reaches up to one of the boxes on the top shelve to dust it, she knocks one of the vases over. There is an ear-splattering crash of glass. England runs to the storage at the sound of something breaking. "Philippines." he says. "Are you okay?" He sees Philippine on her knees, cleaning up the mess.
"I'm so sorry" she says.
"It's okay" England says as he helps her pick up the broken item. "As long as you aren't hurt." He looks towards Philippines only to find her staring at an old painting. "What's that?" he asks.
Philippine looks up at him. "It fell down with the vase." she says as she gently runs her finger along the glass. "Is this you and America?"
England examines the painting. "Yes it is."
Philippine forms a sad face. "I think I saw the exact painting somewhere. A long, long time ago…" England notices the painting brings back bad memories for Philippines. But, what kind of bad memories can that old painting really bring up?
"Is everything fine?" England asks with a concerned look on is face. Philippine snaps out of her trance.
"I'm fine." she says, looking back down at the picture. Perfectly fine." England nods and slowly exit's the room. He glances back at Philippine one last time and sees something glittering in her eyes. It's either England's imagination or he just saw Philippine crying.
=England "Hetalia"=
England pulls up to the pub. He gets out of the car and enters. The smell of beer and sweat fill his nose. The noise of drunken men and women sounds like music to him. When he goes towards the bar, he sees a familiar face chugging down beer and singing Gold Finger.
"America?" England says as he draws to the bar.
"England!" America exclaims. England can smell the beer from America's breath from where he is sitting.
"America, how many beers have you drank?" asks England.
America starts to count how many beers he drank with his fingers. "I don't know!" he proclaims.
England sighs. "So…what are you doing here?"
"Well… it's been a bad day. I had to do so much paper work I didn't even get eat my hamburgers."
"Poor you." England rolls his eyes.
"So what have you been doing?"
"Nothing much. Same thing as you, but I did have Philippine over."
America stops drinking his beer. "Why was she doing over at your house?"
"Don't worry. I only had her over to clean my storage room. She owed me, you know. However, something funny did happen."
"What?"
"She was cleaning and she must have knocked something over because I heard something break. Anyhow, I went to check on her and she was cleaning the mess up. When I came to help her, I glanced at her and she was staring at this old painting of us before…you know…the Revolutionary War. The painting looked liked it brought back bad memories for her because the rest of the day all she did was be in a depressed mood."
After hearing this, America just looks at his drink. "In this painting did it have me wearing that new blue suit you got me so long ago? And did have you doing that stupid drunk face you use to do."
"First of all, yes and second of all, my face didn't look stupid in that painting."
America pats England shoulder. "Sure it didn't. Aside from that, I think I know what you're talking about."
England looks confused. "You do?"
"Yes. It was a long time ago, when Philippine was my underling. She was cleaning out my storage room when she knocked over that painting of us. When I came up there, she was staring at it."
"What happened then?"
"Out of the blue she had a gun at my face and was declaring independence from me." When America said this, England nearly chokes on his drink.
To be continued…
(You are now imagining Hetalia ending theme song)
= Okay, that chapter was mostly suck-ish and I apologize. I promise to make the new chapter better :D =