Disclaimer: I would never own any rights to Hetalia!

Author's notes: I would not be able to update much next week since I'm going to my grandma's province for Christmas. Sorry about the inconvenience =_='''. Carlos will stay as a dominion for a while, Marcelo is not pleased in here...he hates his shota face and body. This is a break from all the serious atmosphere.

He can't believe it. He would never buy it.

"We'll help you against the Spanish Empire." one of the bosses said "It is beneficial for both of our countries to unite against the common enemy. We are only here because of Cuba and we believe they might have also sank Maine."

His mouth pressed into a thin line, he wasn't sure where this is going but he felt something was off in the man's voice. In his peripheral view, he could have sworn that the dark brown-red hair man tense as he snake his arm around his wife's waist upon hearing his boss' words. Something is definitely off about this...

His young general may have also share his sympathies "Are you sure that there is nothing you will gain from us? Is there something you might have left out?" he added "Are you sure that you're main purpose is to help and gain your dominion, to avenge your ship and also to help us?" his arms folded as he observe the man.

"Of course, the enemy of my enemy is my friend."

"I don't like this..." Marcelo mused as his brows furrow "I don't like this at all..." his eyes observe them as they left. "I have a bad feeling about this...Emilio..." his whispered as his eyes still trailed on their forms.

"I agree with you..."

Night fell as the sound of crickets rang across the cool night breeze. A young boy with chocolate brown eyes sat upon a huge rock, pondering over his decision. Was it right? They were colonies once weren't they? They know right?...

Was it right?

"Oh umm Marcelo is it?" a voice startled behind him as Marcelo let out a yelp as he stumbled down in surprise. "D-Desole little one, I never meant to frighten you." her milky white hand reached towards him as she help him get up, dusting the young boy's shorts. Her purple eyes scanned his body as Marcelo tenses "What were doing out here alone at night? It's dangerous you know."

Marcelo snorts "I doubt a garden is qualify as being dangerous señorita Jones." he waved her off "I'm fine by myself anyways, I'm old enough to be alone." the 9 year old said haughtily, he stood proudly with chest puffed out.

"How old are you?" she tilts her head "Aren't you 6 little one?"

"Wh- I'm 9! I'm not 6 geez!" his face turns red as he stomps away. "I'm going to be 10 soon in a couple of decades or years so just you wait!" he glared at her before turning his back.

Madeline shook her head in amusement at his actions before, such a cute little child...her face then fell as she stares at the boy's retreating figure, unconsciously patting her stomach. His eyes..those were not the sparkle of innocence that a child should have; eyes that have seen battles of men who had fall before his very eyes. She felt like a dagger had stabbed her heart when she had met his general, apparently the little boy is going to fight against the man who had raised him...

How ironic it is because Allen had done the same...

Marcelo angrily stomps towards his friend's, Leon Kirkland or Wang Lee, (he was already friends with the boy prior to this, his mother Mei often comes to his place to trade, bringing Lee along) house where he is staying. His general and the others have their own places so Marcelo is the only one to stay with his Aunt Alice and Uncle Allistor, they can summon him by a messenger as to not leak plans. That or the fact that the general still hasn't gotten over his initial embarrassment and shocked over his Aunt being married. How sad, he pitied the poor guy... a bit...

"Well well, this one's a scrawny kid eh?" a gruff voice boom across the street as he sneered at the boy "Ya reckon it's a Hispanic?"

"I don't know amigo, he's looks so young for us to make him a slave. He's 6 I think."

6...

6...

6!?

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SIX YOU BUNCH OF ****(insert derogatory spanish word)" Marcelo yelled angrily as rage boils his blood. He lunges at them, taking his wooden long sticks out. "SIX!? I'M OLDER THAN YOUR ABUELA AND HER OWN ABUELA!"

"Um loue, did ye hear they noises ootdoors? " Allistor asked his wife Alice as she sets their nighttime tea. He flinched upon hearing bones cracking and the sound of sticks hitting those men who had incur the owner's wrath. "Thay mist hae pissed marcelo that much...he's forordinar is th' type tae be in a tranquil fury 'n' nae a stowed oot blown volcano... (They must have pissed Marcelo that much...he's usually is the type to be in a tranquil fury and not a full blown volcano...)" he winced when he heard a body was thrown.

Alice sighs as she sat down "Apparently Marcelo is the type to go in a silent fury unless they poke fun at his age and height... chamomile tea?"

"Shuid we even stoap oor laddie? (Should we even stop our boy?)"

"I tried stopping you a Scottish highlander who bagpipes in the middle of war from strangling a frog but failed, what makes you so sure that I can stop Marcelo with his arnis sticks in his rage?"

"I asked whether it was true that he had sent all the telegrams to the Consul at Singapore, Mr. Pratt, which that gentleman had told me he received in regard to myself. The Admiral replied in the affirmative, adding that the United States had come to the Philippines to protect the natives and free them from the yoke of Spain. He said, moreover, that America is exceedingly well off as regards territory, revenue, and resources and therefore needs no colonies, assuring me finally that there was no occasion for me to entertain any doubts whatever about the recognition of the Independence of the Philippines by the United States."

Allen gripped his pen tighter, lies...how could he and their bosses have lied!..Worse, Madeline had no idea of their deception towards the young boy, towards the rest of the Pacific Islands, Hawaii (whose personification would die as soon as his lands were now his) and the others.

How could Madeline ever face him!? He does not give a single concern about them but his Madeline, sweet girl could never stand it.

"Oh cheer up dear friend!" his boss pat his shoulder "We're not really lying, he is free isn't he? Just under our jurisdiction and look at the bright side, you and your beloved Canada would have a little boy running around in those white fences that we all wanted. After all, you Nations have a very peculiar way of having children. It's all adoption right?"

Allen pivots to face him, fury evident in his blood red eyes "You blabbering moron, we can have children. I-It's just takes more time and certain conditions and quite making me butt in other's beeswax! I. JUST. WANT. TO. BE. ALONE. WITH. MADDIE."

He hates being a hero, he would never be one of those chivalrous idiots who would save everyone's sorry asses. Heroes are never invincible...

Never..