Mmkay. This story is a figment of my imagination gone awry. I really wanted to go more indepth with this story. Plus my friends from other sites encouraged me to do this story. If you don't like it, that's fine. This pairing is RomanoxOC!Philippines. Yes I know, Philippines doesn't exist yet, but that's why I put OC!Philippines. Get it? Okay then~
In any case, I thought it'd be fun to continue this story.
Luzon walked around the ports for a little bit. Her feet went nervously from one area to the next, her nerves about to break. She felt terrible that she wasn't able to defend herself better from the Netherlands. But then again she was, at the same time, caught off guard by his actions. The Netherlands was always so sweet and kind to her, making harmless passes at her from time to time. Now he suddenly had became obsessed with taking over her and her brothers while at the same time fighting Spain. It was because of these events that Luzon was to come and live with Spain. Her brothers fought well with Spain, after he came to them to rescue her, but they weren't strong enough to protect her beforehand. Mindanao was too busy fighting with his Muslim friends against Spanish officials and Visayas couldn't get through to her because of the Netherlands. Not only that, but Luzon had just suffered through an earthquake, the three siblings had a series of volcanic eruptions and because of the Netherlands there was a reduction in her trade and naval strength in Manila. Although they had won the battle, this price of Luzon having to move to Spain was the cost of their battle. An awkward ending to their celebration of victory.
Spain walked up to Luzon from behind and knelt down to tap her shoulders. "Filipinas…" he said softly with a smile. Filipinas was her name to Spain at the time. The Las Islas Filipinas to be precise, but Filipinas was the shorter way of calling her that. Technically if he was going to call her that he should've called them all that, as she and her brothers were all the same, just different regions, but it didn't matter. Filipinas was Filipinas, who her brothers called Luzon. She was pretty much what kept the Filipinas siblings going, so it was slightly legit that she held that name. Still she didn't like being called that when her brothers have the same right to be called that as well. But her brothers didn't exactly mind. It just meant that the name Luzon was something that can be only by called out by her siblings. No one else.
Luzon turned to the Spaniard, her eyes looking rather sad. The Spaniard smiled at her, trying to cheer her up. She was about to leave her islands for Spain without her brothers. Of course she would be nervous. He was going to do all he could to make her stay in Spain decent and safe. But his bosses had more intentional uses for her. This way, they could keep watch of who she trades with closer. Hey would no longer have to send messenger birds to her telling her what to do when they just had to go seek her in Spain's house. Even knowing this, Spain was still determined to keep her safe, even if her brothers didn't approve of Spain yet. Still, it would mainly just be small rebellions that he could put down easily. "Come on, let's go," he said with a comforting tone, his hand held out for the tiny Filipino. Luzon nodded her head quietly and took his hand. Looks like her brothers weren't coming. It is a little weird that they didn't come, but knowing them if they weren't here then that would mean –
"Spain! Tenemos un par de polizones!" yelled one of the Spaniards on the boat. They both looked up and saw both Mindanao and Visayas held by their collars struggling to break free. Luzon, followed by Spain ran up the ramp to where the boys were being held. "Kuya Visayas! Mindanao! What are you two doing here?" she asked looking rather flustered. She knew it. They did try to follow her here. Visayas was a little okay with this idea, but Mindanao, the youngest, must've gotten out of his reach and chased after her. "We're sorry about this! Please, Mindanao, let's go!"Visayas, the eldest and the middle island begged, trying to pull the youngest and southern most of the three main islands off her arms.
"No! Atte Luzon, please don't go!" he begged clinging onto Luzon's arm. "We'll try harder next time! Next time you won't get hurt!" Visayas tried to pull him off of her, but the southern island wouldn't budge. He was really crying now. Mindanao was the most rebellious of the islands of Filipinas, the only thing influencing was mainly the Spanish language, but that was only so they would refuse to learn anything else and could tell them off. Most of his part wouldn't convert to Catholicism and continued to be under Muslim faith. Still, this was his older sister and refused to let her go.
Luzon sighed and pet his head. She didn't want to leave either. But she agreed if it meant she and her brothers would be safe. Even if Spain was knocked off the power grid of the most powerful nation by Great Britain, he was still powerful none the less. And being under his protection especially since he would keep her under his eyes for the most part would e better than having to wait and suffer through again what she did with the Invasion of the Netherlands. While she was lucky it wasn't serious, she didn't want to feel helpless again because of it. After calmly explaining that to him, he slowly let her go and walked off the ship and down the boat with his brother, Visayas hugging and kissing his sister's forehead one more time. Mindanao went quietly for the most part before jolting back up straight and back to her. Visayas was about to go after him when Mindanao shot him a look and backed off, finishing his trip to the dock.
Mindanao grabbed his sister's hand and placed a small item in her hands before hugging her once more and running down the boat. "Mahal Kita, Atte Luzon!" he said from the dock, tears strolling down his cheeks. He and Visayas waved good-byes as the ship moved from the port and set sail towards Spain. She looked downwards and opened her palm to see a bejeweled sampaguita flower. She began to cry softly as someone picked her up and hugged her softly. "Mi hija, I promise to keep you safe…" said Spain, holding the middle and northernmost island in his arms with great care.
'Farewell, for now my dear home,' thought Philippines as she picked her head up and looked to the fading Manila ports as they headed out into the horizon.