Chapter 7 Por Favor
Warnings: Multilingual swears, and mentions of some violence
"Dammit! I've been caught!" Emerald eyes flashed angrily as their owner prepared a fighting stance. "No matter, I'll just have to fend you off myself!" Raising his fists, the Englishman squared off to the new arrival.
Rather than entertaining the eccentric Brit, the messy haired Venezuelan shrugged his broad shoulders. His playful aura for once did not surround him as his recent affairs were settle. "Well I didn't come to fight, if that's what you're thinking mi amigo." The taller male mumbled before striding passed without another word, leaving the other stunned in silence. For a moment England stood in shock before turning around to see Venezuela leaving the clearing. "Hey! Wait for me!" He whined, chasing after the male. By the time he'd caught up a light chuckling sound mocked him shamelessly. "Stop laughing at me! T-this is a serious matter!" He huffed, trying to catch his breath. After recomposing his gentler side, England stared the amber eyed Venezuelan in the eye. "So…um…what brings you all the way out here?"
For a second a trace of amusement sparked in Venezuela's eyes as he answered. "You're lost aren't you?"
"…"
"It's okay, I used to get lost here too, but it was to get away from my crazy herminitos." The younger nation chuckled lightly. The past was full of complications with his siblings, but he hoped that in the future they would get along fine. As an ex-member of the Gran Colombian Trio (technically it had four members if you counted Panama…but she was a part of Colombia…) Venezuela recalled all the terrible things he allowed his younger brother to do for their own happiness. Maybe he'd spoiled the Colombian too much? Giving the tempered man everything he asked for…might have not been the smartest decision at the time…I have probably created a monster…
Well, Spain surely hadn't spoiled them as children. Heck, he hardly paid them any mind at all, and when he was broke, they all went without. Except for this one colony he had. The Hispanic country couldn't quite remember who the kid was but he was far better cared for than the rest of them. Maybe he'd grow up to be a powerful empire and help Spain get his head on right. Or maybe he'd come to the Southern regions of the Americas and help out his familia. Yes, Venezuela knew in his heart that that young boy would grow up to do good for this tragic world.
"Um sorry to interrupt, chap." England awkwardly cut into the Hispanic man's thoughts. "I was wondering if you could help me get back home."
The messy haired male blinked as if realizing England for the first time. "That's right, you wanted to do that. Hm, I guess we can both go home today, señor." He smiled and shut his eyes in content. "Then we shall go."
Colombia: *chibi-style* Hetalia.
*Many Months after the Rebellion Began*
Today another battle would rage on as the sun peeks over the South American region. Colombia was starting to get annoyed with all these separate plot lines of America wanting the Canal, Panama wanting freedom, Liberals wanting a better government, and his trustee Conservatives telling them to stop protesting and let it happen. A sigh escaped his mouth as he slid down into his office chair hoping his boss wouldn't send him on another mission to silence those annoying rebels.
His honey gold eyes rolled back as he shut them in the bliss, imagining his future where he'd gain control over his people. Then we could talk about tourism…yeah, all those people would swim the ocean to see his beautiful lands, which were ironically being scorned by war.
His phone rang, but he'd let the answering machine get it. While the annoying ringing went on, Colombia rocked back and forth with ease, listening to the peaceful serenity that went on outside his office. Finally that infernal phone shut up and the room fell quiet once again.
Moments after the phone incident, light chinking on the large glass office window floated into the ear drum of the Hispanic male. He reacted with a long, whale-like groan, annoyed that this free time was interrupted.
Let it pass, Colombia, he encouraged himself, it's probably some stupid bird. Sure, that was a thought…until the chinking sound became more forced and- SHATTER.
"¡AH, DIOS MĺO! HIJUEPUTA!" Spanish swears filled the entire building making those who were roaming the hall worry for the sanity of their boss.
Rushing over to the broken glass, Colombia peered out of the window where the ground was one story away. In sight, a certain perk, patriotic blonde was waving up at him cheerfully. "AMERICA! I WILL KILL YOU WORSE THAN I WOULD ON THE BATTLEFIELD!"
"Hey Colombia! How's it going, bro?" A string of swears answered him as the American nodded calmly. "Yeah, bro, I know. But you weren't answering the phone, and I had to make sure you really weren't here."
Taking deep painful breaths, Colombia pushed the broken window open and leaned out of it. "You've got my attention, what do you want?!"
"I want your permission!"
"To leave? Go ahead!"
"No way, bro, I wanna build the Canal."
Pinching the bridge of his nose, the Colombian male slammed his window shut. America paced to and frog is short attention span getting the better of him. He hoped Colombia wasn't coming down to kill him or anything… He hadn't brought any weapons, which was stupid since he'd trespassed into enemy territory… Well it looks like Mr. Fist will have to do…unless he's got like a shot gun or sword…Not even my fists can dodge bullets…Note to self: Never admit that you can't do something, even if it's in your thoughts.
Moments sooner, Colombia came storming out of the building with no legion of warriors -thankfully- but still enormously furious.
"Good, now you can sign my treaty!" America fist pumped. Offering the parchment with his signature already on it, Colombia snatched the paper from his grip. Digging in his pocket for a pen, the angsty man crossed out a few lines here and there and scrawled his illegible signature at the bottom. "I expect those prices to be paid in full!"
"But this is like…a kajillion dollars!"
"Take. It. Or. LEAVE." The tanned male snarled through gritted teeth.
America: *chibi-style* Hetalia!
"Yo! Panny-Momma!" The loud American's call startled the woman out of her focus. She held her sword and a cloth fairly close to her face as she'd been polishing the last of the dirt from its blade. Luckily she and the delicately crafted sword were unscathed. "Yo! Panny! Where you at, girl?!"
She chuckled as her friend burst into the camp, in full uniform, waving around some sort of sheet of worn parchment. Trying her best to get a look at the moving document, she finally gave up. Eventually, he shoved the piece of paper into her lap for her to read over while he monologued. "Your sexy red, white, and blue hero has done it!" He fist pumped at his own 'awesomeness' while the woman did not see what all the rave was about.
"What exactly did you do? This just says that you-"
"Have rights to build the Canal! And I've already got a copy on the way to my guys, once it's ratified we're in. And we can finish your canal and have our date!"
"Wait, slow down. You're not making sense!" Panama suddenly shouted a little too loud. She ran her fingers through her hair frantically trying to makes sense of it all. "America, por favor, tell me you didn't do what I think you did…"
The American tilted his head, trying to assess what the big deal was. "Dude, why aren't you doing the happy dance with me?"
"America, what about my independence?! So what you can build the canal?! He'll just keep you from ever using it since I still belong to him!"
A long silent pause fluttered in the air until America sat up from the cot, trying to grasp some sort of realization. "Oh…wait…what?"
"Ah, Dios mío! ¡América eres una idiota!" The golden eyes of the woman shut tightly as she shouted many curses in her native tongue, much of which America had no clue of what she was saying.
Maybe I should mark that on my to-do list: Learn Spanish… the blonde thought as the woman continued her ranting. Finally, pausing to take a break from her raging, America was about to interrupt when another entered the tent.
"Mr. America, sir." The American soldier froze seeing Panama completely red in the face, while his home country was awkwardly existing. "Is this a bad time?"
"Huh? Oh no bro, it's all good. What's the dealio?"
"That Colombian guy is coming and he's using the railroad we shut down, sir."
The tent grew stiff once as the information settled. Panama's wide angry eyes narrowed and sharpened as she glared at her supposed savior. The Panamanian Railroad was neutral during this war and America was supposed to make sure that it stayed that way.
A deep sigh left the woman's lungs and she let her eyes fall to the floor. "America…I need you to work with me and not against me. Please try to focus and get this business handled or else I may have to find someone else to help me…"
Realizing the current situation he was facing, the spectacled man dismissed his soldier before turning to his comrade. "Panny… Look I'm sorry about the whole Canal thing. I-I'll make it up by protecting your stuff and driving out that jerk."
"Por favor?"
"Sí, señorita." A final salute, and the American soldier was out of the camp and back to the field. Time to go fight Colombia and hopefully end this whole business!
Colombia: *chibi-style* Hetalia!
The screeching singing of the train whistle disrupted the peaceful Panamanian villages that the Colombians passed along during their ride to her Heart. Panama City. The tracks were rough due to unfinished construction, but that wouldn't stop these determined men.
As the locomotive suffered another 'speed bump', every soldier aboard braced themselves as it passed. Colombia himself had boarded this train as he felt this would be the final battle. His sister was persistent but this childish behavior was going to be completely cut out. Unsheathing his sword, slowly the gleam of the blade reflected his grim appearance. Permanently.
"If she cannot play fairly and do as she is told, then a proper punishment will be given accordingly."
A present general turned slightly to his country and mumbled a question everyone else was thinking. "You aren't going to kill her, are you?"
"Of course I won't, I'm simply going to make an example out of those who cannot follow the rules…With imprisonment of course."
The entire passenger crew let out a heavy breath of relief as the train came to a steady chug. "Alright, soldiers today is our last chance in driving away America and regaining our claim!" Colombia's voice boomed victoriously causing an uproar of cheers.
"Wait Colombia!" The general hissed into the ear of the country. "Didn't you just sign an agreement telling America he could build the Canal?"
"Yeah, but no way I'm selling him the stuff to build it. He'll be paying us funds to own the title, but won't have the material for construction!" A dark chuckle escaped the mouth of the young Latino as his general caught onto the male's scheme.
"You're twisted."
"My brother said the same thing when I was three, threatening to throw Spain into a pit of angered bulls."
America: *chibi-style* HETALIA!
"Sixteen! Sixteen minutes until the arrival of our enemies!" America's cry rang out to the armed American-Panamanian soldier. "Sixteen minutes and it'll be over and we'll have won!"
Each of these armed trained forces held a serious gaze as the horizon glowed ominously. The sun was setting and this was their last chance to get it right. Their last chance to gain independence for a nation who's cry was finally heard.
"When we go out there, we leave behind all those other losses we've faced and we bring our A-Game! The AmeriPan way! We go out there and show those colonizers who's ready for independence and show them what we're about!"
Although the forces were different…although they'd come from two separate backgrounds, two separate countries, two separate upbringings… They shared one word that would always share the same meaning no matter what language it was spoken in… "FREEDOM!"
"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you." The American smirked.
"FREEDOM!"
The cry echoed in the valley, but a certain chestnut haired female wasn't satisfied. A smile reached her lips as well as she egged on the men. "Louder!"
"FREEDOM!"
"WHAT DO WE WANT?!"
"FREEDOM!"
"Then let's go get it! Not to benefit just us, but for our World!"
"WHAT TEAM?!"
The air was filled with multiple cries of 'Wildcats', while most of the armed force stared back in confusion. Their commanding officer turned to her American companion with pursed lips. Now was not a time for America's strange culture of hamburgers and purple cakes. "¿De qué estás hablano?"
"English woman!"
Panama rolled her eyes and turned towards the steady growing sound of marching in the distance. The beat was purposeful and loud as the soldiers of their battalion loaded their arms. America gave a silent hand gesture that translated as 'hold fire'. Their first adversary appeared over the horizon, filling the atmosphere with electricity. Colombia. Soon sided by his general and the rest of his massive army.
A nervous lump slid down Panama's throat as she could feel that this last stand was probably their last. This fighting had to stop and Colombia was going to learn one way or another: don't mess with an independent nation.
Sixteen feet apart from one another, the first move would determine the winner of this foreshadowed battle. Confidence practically radiated off of America as he prepped his weapon and made a commanding step forward. "Colombia you're not welcome in Panamanian territory, bro."
"I have no clue what you mean, Mr. America. Last I checked this was Colombian land and Panama is a department. Learn your geography."
The sound of a sword being unsheathed sliced the air. Everyone turned to a battle ready Panama who held her sword forward. "When this is over a new map will be made brother!" She launched forward to her colonizer as the soldiers of her battalion moved.
Blood will be spilt by blood as every battle for independence goes. These two siblings engaged in a violent and persistent battle, but America was too focused on his task of driving out the Colombian army to notice who was going to murder who-
"AGH!"
The cry drowned out all others as time itself seemed to freeze. That was not a cry for victory…that was a cry like 'OMG I'm dying! Nuuuuu!'
"Panama?"
His blue irises widened at the scene at the foothill. A slightly battered warrior stood over a more bloodied form. With long wild locks of brown and a stance of pride that almost matched his own, America smiled in relief. Panama wasn't hurt. The same couldn't be said of Colombia, but at least he wasn't mortally wounded. In fact, he had only been hurt when Panama disarmed him from a blow with the hilt of her sword. The woman pointed the sharp end in the face of her controlling brother as a victorious grin spread from her face to the faces of her legion. "You have lost your final battle brother, and as I deserve my freedom, it has finally come."
"N-no."
"You're unarmed and at my mercy! Now stop being an ass, and let me free!"
Colombia's honey eyes flared in defiance. Losing wasn't a word in his vocabulary, so he couldn't back away, not when she still needed him to protect her!
"Hermano…por favor…"
The desperation in his sister's voice almost got him to crack, but soon his eyes rested on his own people. If Panama wanted to tear apart the family, then so be it. But his own still needed to be cared for. And he wasn't willing to destroy himself to deal with an unruly child.
Even though he knew this was the right thing to do, submission wasn't exactly what he enjoyed partaking in. So he'd choose the path that would make him seem like less of a loser. "Fine. Then go Panama! I know you think you've grown up, but your wrong! And I will not let you bring me down with you!"
"We'll see brother," the woman retrieved her weapon in her holster and extended a friendly, tough hand to man. "Who will prosper. And who will fail."
Translations
Mi amigo -Spanish- My friend
Herminitos -Spanish- Little brothers
¡Ah, Dios mío! hijueputa! -Colombian Spanish- OMG! Son of a (female dog)
Ah, Dios mío! ¡América eres una idiota! -Spanish- OMG! America you are such an idiot!
For the Benefit of the World- Panama's motto
¿De qué estás hablano? -Spanish- What are you talking about?
That kid Venezuela was referring to was Romano…anyone catch that? No, well, yeah Romano clearly didn't do what Venezuela hoped for, but hey he tried...Okay, maybe not really…This is practically the only time we ever see Venezuela so deep in his feels. Hey! Did you know: Venezuela's name means "little Venice" in Spanish? Bet you didn't! And if you did, good for you! XD Spoiler: In future history (not this story though) Venezuela and Britain don't get along too well, hence the Venezuelan Crisis that happens…
Anyway, enough of Venezuela. Colombia did seem a little too eager to sign that treaty and get America outta there hm? Well, I bet you didn't know that America (as the nation not character) actually ratified this Hans Treaty, but…Colombia did not have it officially signed therefor, America really didn't have rights. Telephones were introduced to the world around 1876, so yes Colombia has access to a phone…but cell phones? America is still ahead of the timeline.
Did anyone else catch that reference? Haha, High School Musical was awesome…was…is the key word though. Anyway pretty bad way to end your relations with your brother though…maybe they'll patch up in the future…maybe. Anyway, so Colombia is defeated and we rush to the "present" after this chapter! Introducing our newest member to the World: The Republic of Panama!
Disclaimer: I don't own "Now or Never" by the High School Musical Cast, nor do I own Hetalia and their characters. Lastly, I do not own the historical events that took place in these short seven chapters. I do however own the personalities of Panama, Ecuador, Venezuela and Colombia…their appearances were inspired by fan art from Google.
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