Amore Mio, Aking Mahal

[Romano x Philippines: Philmano]

WARNING TAGALOG SWEARS

Chapter 3

Days and days go on. It hurts me to know that she is inlove with that Spanish bastard. But at least she wishes to be friends. As the day continue to go on, she feels comfortable with telling me everything. She tells me what she wants.

Out of all the things she tells me, I felt bad for her for one specific thing. She continuously tells me that she was aware of having two brothers, yet Spain has yet to find them.

She is always talking about trying to get her freedom so she can meet them…

What does she mean?

"But I should have figured"

The young Filipina walked in to the garden with a platter of coffee and cappuchino cake in her hand and the Italian boy behind her. She placed it onto the table in front of her Spanish boss and a young white man with Blonde hair, blue eyes and glasses.

"Looks great!" Said the foreign man with a grin on his face. Spain smiled as he signaled his two servants to sit down, which the two did.

The man smiled at Philippines, whose face turned slightly red but smiled back. Romano looked at the man and at Philippines face. The sight of it made him want to vomit as he left out a "Hmph" and looked away.

"I almost forgot." Said the Spaniard looking back at his servants. "This young lady is Maria. If I'm correct, she's the one you wanted to see?" Hearing that, Romano let out a loud obnoxious sigh as he rested his head on Philippines shoulder. An uneasy smile crept onto Spain's face as he said, "A-And this is Lovino… He's supposed to be South Italy."

The foreign man stood up as he picked up the Filipina in a bride style fashion. "She is exactly who I need to see! Thanks Spain!" The other two countries looked in shock as they looked at how the he was holding the girl while the young girls face was completely red from the whole thing.

The foreigner laughed as he put the girl back on her feet. "Hey! I didn't mean to scare you!" He said scratching his head as he offered his hand. "But it's alright if we talk a bit right?"

The young girl nodded slowly as she took the man's hand and the walked away for a bit.

Romano watched the two walking. He didn't know why but he just seemed have been becoming madder than he usually was. Spain began to giggle at his expression.

"What's so funny you Spanish bastard!" He questioned.

Spain kept on laughing as he said, "It's actually cute that you're jealous!" He opened on eye as soon as he finished. "Just follow them if you worry about her."

"Shut up!" Romano shouted again. He looked back and waited until Spain turned his back. He ran off as soon as he did to spy on his "Little Sister".

Philippines looked at the man. "If you don't mind me asking kuya…" She started. "What is your name?"

The young man began to chuckle. "Oh yeah! Ha! That sure was stupid! My name's Alfred F. Jones. I'm America!"

The young Filipina wondered for a little. "America… America…?" She said repeatedly to herself. "Well… Either way, it's nice to meet you Kuya Alfred!"

"What's with the 'Kuya Alfred stuff'?" The American asked. "What does that even mean? Just Alfred is alright!"

Philippines began to nod. "Ah yes Alfred! Um… 'Kuya' means big brother in Tagalog! We often use it for politeness."

"Tagalog huh?" He asked. "You are the Philippines huh?"

The girl nodded.

"Spain was right!" He said in glee while confusing the younger country. He bent down, eye level to her with a smirk on his face. "I have something that you'd love to hear~"

"Ano?"

"Stop the random Tagalog…" He sighed. "I don't get a word your saying…"

Philippines nodded. "Ah! Sorry Ku- I mean Alfred! But… As you were saying?"

"Oh yeah! Did you know that you have two brother?"

She nodded. "Of course! Pilipinas Visayas and Pilipinas Mindanao! Although… I am not aware of their human names though…"

America smirked. "I know! Crisomo and Emilie! As far as I know!" He said. "Join me uh… What was your name again?"

"Maria." She said. "Maria Christina Del Rosario."

"Yes!" The American exclaimed. "If you join me Maria, you can meet your brothers! You can be free from Spain too! I'll let you even go back to your hometown and back to my country whenever you want!"

The Filipina looked away for a second twirling her hair with her index finger. "That sounds like a very tempting offer…" She mumbled. "I accept, Alfred! But I have to ask Kuya Antonio first!"

America stood up straight and sighed as a frown fell on his face. "I doubt that he'll say yes to your independence…"

The naïve girl smiled. "You don't know Kuya Antonio! He lets me do what I want all the time!"

"I'm sorry Mi Nina…" The Spaniard apologized. "But I simply won't allow you to go with America!"

For the first time, Philippines could feel hate for Spain. "What do you mean?" She questioned him. "It never mattered to you before if I asked for favors!"

"That's because they weren't asking for your freedom, mi nina." He answered her.

"But Kuya Antonio!" She whined

"I SAID NO!" He finally snapped. Philippines finally managed to make Spain angry.

She stepped back as Spain continued. "I have given you all you want since I first captured you Philippines! I treat you just as well as I treated Romano! I never yelled at you I never ordered you around! I made sure you were happy and I made sure that no other country bullied you! But what you are asking me right now it too much! Now I don't want to hear any more of this freedom that America is giving you nonsense! Go to bed!"

Philippines lip quivered in anger. She stomped out the door. Half way through, she turned back around and looked at Spain the way Romano looked at other males

"GAGO MO SPAIN!" She scream at the top of her lungs in her native language. "I HATE YOU! You you! You anak nang puta!"

She slammed the door behind her and ran off to her bedroom in anger. She completely passed by Romano, Belgium, and Netherlands, who had heard everything said. Romano, even though happy that Spain didn't allow Philippines to go, did feel sorry for her. He ran off after her.

Philippines was in her room. She was absolutely furious. Whether it was because she didn't get her way or because she couldn't see her brothers OR because she couldn't get her freedom, she decided she didn't like Spain.

A knock on the door was heard. The door opened, it was Romano. Philippines looked at him and tried to smile, but she was having a hard time.

"I heard what happened between you and that Spanish bastard…" He said.

When she heard what he called him she couldn't help but scream, "Bastard doesn't even begin to describe that! That! God I don't know what he is!" She grabbed her pillow and began to scream.

Romano sat down next to her. He was pouting. "I don't know what to say…" He told her. "But I actually think Spain was right."

She looked back at him immediately. "You actually agree with Spain? Why?"

"I don't think you're ready to be an independent country…" He replied with his head in between his legs. "Why don't you just listen to Spain this one time?"

"You're killing me here Lovi!" She exclaimed. "I bet I would make a great independent country!"

"You're too young!"

"Like you're not?" She barked. "You're only two years older than me Lovino! I could be great if I wanted to!"

"Why are you being so stubborn?"

"I'm not being stubborn!" She yelled. "Why do you agree with Spain?"

"You… You wouldn't understand Maria…" He cringed.

Philippines blew a fuse when she said, "I-I-I hate you Romano! I will get my freedom! Even if it means war!" and she ran out.

Romano punched the wall as soon as she left. She only referred to him as Romano when she was absolutely furious at him, and it was obvious she was. Tears rolled down his eyes. Why he agreed with the Spaniard he didn't know… But all he knew was he hated the fact he did.

And not too long after, Philippines and America started the war between Spain.

The Spaniard fell on the floor exhausted. His troops were down, his gun was out of bullets. He couldn't go on.

Someone approached. He looked up, the Filipina and the America were in front of him.

"We could end this now Spain…" America frowned

Spain attempted to stand but flinched.

A part of the Filipina tried to help him but was stopped but her desire of freedom.

She stepped up to him.

"I want my freedom Spain… Your troops are down… You could die if we continue… Please?"

Spain looked away.

"Please Ama…" A hint of crying was heard in her voice.

That word… She told him what it meant as a child he began to tear up

"I don't want you to die… You're a father to me."

The Spaniard began to bawl.

"I'm sure you'll do great Mi Nina…"

Philippines face began to light up. "Does that mean…?"

Spain looked up with tears rushing down his face. "You will be a very beautiful country Mi Hija! I know you will!"

Philippines fell down on her knees bawling her eyes out as she embraced her former master. "Thank you Ama! Thank you!"

America stood there he smiled. A very sentimental moment between the two. America didn't know how else to react.

But in the distance, a young Romano cringed. He didn't want her to leave…

Now she was independent.

AUTHORS NOTE:

First one for this story. Now I don't want anyone bugging me about how the Spain-Philippines war went alright... I know everyone would say that Spain would be abusive to Phili put that puts him out of character to me so this is how I see it happening! And I see Spain and Phili as a father daughter relationship and America and Phili as a brother-sister relationship.

Not much of Romano but I did put somethings in here that show how he feels, and it seems that I make Romano cry every chapter so far D: Oh well... he is a cry baby