"Planting Rice is never fun,
Bend from rise to set of sun
Cannot stand and cannot seat
Cannot rest a little bit"
Planting Rice, A Filipino folk song.
The Spanish arrive
"Hola! I'm here to claim my share of the Tordesillas treaty." Spain walked into the palace of Cebu. The treaty of Tordesillas treaty divided between Spain and Portugal the yet unexplored world. Spain's captain had taken 109 days to cross the Pacific and made land fall on Homonhon. It was six weeks after that.
After Christianizing the local king and his followers, they were all sitting down at a feast of the local fare. Surprisingly, Spain had not seen the representative of this new country. The king said that she was out gathering flowers. Well, Spain reflected, he might not need to see her as well. Spain moaned the fact that Romano did not come with him, having to settle matters at home.
"Ah, my cute little tomato," As Spain daydreamed about the small protectorate, he did not notice the wooden door cracking.
A log went through the unfortunate door, and Spain was alarmed. The door broke apart with another slam, and Spain met face to face with a tanned, busty goddess.
That was, of course before he noticed the primitive spear.
"Our of our lands, barbarians!" She pointed the pointy end at Spain's neck. A man, identified as the Chieftain Lapu Lapu by their host, told his men to surround the "foreign barbarians".
"You are not welcome here, foreigner." Spain really wanted to go home.
The Spanish Conquer
1565
"Hahaha!" You regret forcing off what is fully ours?" Spain's boss laughed. They were at Mynilad, where they had taken over from Sulayman, the ruler. Philippines, for that was the name given twelve years later glared at him.
"We will not be broken. I swear to the gods above, we will not be captured for long!"
"God, not gods." Spain corrected her, to only be given a second glare.
"What are you going to do with me now."
"Well, we're going to Christianize you!" Spain smiled. Philippines could not believe her ears. All they were going to do was change their religion? That sounds too good to be true.
"Then, you have to wear this." Spain flashed out a maid's dress, one of which Romano had worn before. Philippines, having never seen the dress before, agreed.
From that tday on, she had to fight off the advances of a certain someone. France to be exact.
"France, get away from me!" She batted him away with a large meat chopper.
"Oh, honhonhon, you know, I always like the dark vivacious type, Cherie!" France reached out for her assets, literally drooling with pleasure.
Regarding the 4th of July
Philippines cheered as she read the documents. She was free! No more overlords, no more Americans asking for coconut. Now they were all limited to an air base near the volcano, and she won't go there even if she was begged.
Several years later...
"Hang on!" One of the men commented. "Why is our independence day the same day as the Americans?" Philippines froze as she registed what the men said. He was right. She shared the same (official) birthday as America.
"That can't do!" her boss exclaimed, "When was Philippines' first independence date. 12 June? We'll make Independence Day then. 4th July would be relegated to Philippines-America friendship day." Philippines felt her nerve twitiching. They were still celebrating with the Americans. Not only that, the new independence date was declared by the General, and he won because the Americans helped him, only to backstab him later.
Character Bio: Philippines
Alias: Carol Rizel-Carriedo
Philippines is a head strong girl, who looks 19 years of age. Though she already had exchanges with China during the Ming Dynasty back in the 10th century, America treats her like a child. (Found only in sixteenth century).
America: Oi! No free coconuts!
Spain: Okay, I forgive you. But don't get France here or else!
Vietnam: Partner in crime when fending off China
Singapore, Hong Kong, Taiwan: Employers which my maids go to.
Indonesia: Competitor for maids.
China: Bastard! See you in the UN court!
Japan: Okay, you invest in me. But apologize for the atrocities!
Spratly: Join me, we have cookies!