It hurts. From being shot five times to being a hostage, it could not get any worse. Multiple shots were made and angry shouts of protests from the Spaniard's soldiers were called out to the British nation, only to have cannonballs sent flying from the ship to the city. He heard Belgium and Mexico crying out someone, Belgium rushing to his side and Mexico cursing in Spanish at the receding ship. Once it was gone, they all quieted down. He could feel their gazes turning to his direction, his shame growing worse with every new gaze. No one spoke a word to him, not even a glance of pity was made towards him
It was all his fault. All of his entire damn fault.
It didn't matter how many bullets were lodged up inside of him, the damage was done. The Filipino island was captured and sailing too far out of reach for them. He could beg, he could scream, they could all extend their hands to her, but the point was that no one could be able to reach her. No matter what they said or did, there was no way she could be reached.
Once everything seemed to have calmed down a new uproar made its way towards the surface for the next following days. At first he didn't really notice it, but little by little, he would hear small murmurs and whispers, all of which irritated him and set his mind to unease. It wasn't made clear for a while till that he had overheard some of the officials speaking with Spain
"Because of that boy, we've lost one of our most valuable colonies!"
"Honestly, I don't understand why you let him be one of her bodyguards. I knew this would happen from the start."
"Why the hell are we still keeping him?"
He wanted to burst inside of the room and tell them to shut up. Scream at them, tell them to stop it, tell them to stop it because he knew it already. But no words could form from his lips. They wouldn't come out. His helpless pleas for redemption wouldn't be heard through their manner. He chose the worst time to snap and because of that he was paying his price. Belgium and Spain weren't blaming him, instead they told him they should have listened to her and agreed that he couldn't do anything this big. He was too weak and letting him try to protect her was the worst mistake they have ever made.
"I should've known better."
"Spain, you shouldn't blame yourself, it's not your fault."
"It is my fault. I knew he couldn't protect her, but I thought all his training would pay off during this. I was foolish to think that he would've gotten stronger."
Romano had heard their conversation that night,
Mexico...He acted like he wasn't mad, but in truth, he was furious, finally snapping at him and throwing everything handy at him. The two kept their distance on Spain's advice, at least till Mexico calmed down. And even then, he never spoke once to him, never looked at him. He loathed Romano for letting Great Britain capture her.
Some finally started to take pity on him, but for the most part, no one spoke to him for a long time. No one asked him to do anything or go anywhere. For the first time in a long time of working for him, he wasn't once asked to do chores. And when he tried, someone said there was no need and took up that was upsetting; it was like they wanted him to remember that he's just useless Romano...
"So, uh...d-do you like the room?" A man with blonde hair and blue eyes stepped into the room. It had been quite a long time since she's been here, almost an entire century. But the feeling was more betrayal than nostalgic, as she was taken back here to act as a prisoner.
Filipinas said not a single word. She hadn't spoken since she got onto the ship, and even when they arrived in Manila, she still didn't speak, at least not in accurate English, like she was taught to on the ship. The foreign man sighed to himself. She was still being rather difficult, wasn't she? He's never meant any women or girls quite like this before. Most of the ones he did know were what Mr. Britain called 'Proper ladies', knowing when to hold their tongue and when to speak.
'Mr.Britain had sure captured such a troublesome girl.' She often would glare at him, as if she was trying to will him away from her sight. If he tried to take her hand and lead her somewhere, she'd kick him. If he tried to take her coat, she would try to bite him.
In the short time he's known her, he already gotten used to her aggression and her apparent violent and rude mannerisms. She kept silent when spoken to, and if she had to speak to an official who was persistent on having a discussion with her, she'd mockingly play foreigner and speak in a broken English dialogue, often using vulgar words she picked up off of the ship. He wasn't really sure who brought her up like this, but it was not what he was used to.
It wasn't really his fault Mr. Britain had went away, even if he'd only be gone for a bit to give into his report.
"Uh-um…My name is America."
"…" The man known as America sighed. A little late for introductions he supposed, but he hadn't really introduced himself properly before, and was wanting to do it now. She didn't even look at him, so he just went ahead and took his leave, not wanting to try and speak with her again in frustration that she'd try to bite him again or something.
Once the door was shut, she immediately got up and started looking for an escape route. 'Dammit, there's got to be a way out of here!' she thought to herself. Knocking over books and bedsides, cupboards and drawers, she tried to find something big and sharp enough, or at least heavy enough, to break the windows open. When she heard a loud voice from the outside, she found a chair and immediately jammed it underneath the doorknob.
Banging was heard from the door as they shouted at her from the outside. She knew at any moment now they would start to shoot the knob for entrance. She found something at last, a sword behind the bed, and with it, she went over to the window, turning her head the other way, smashed it with it's hilt. It made a clear opening. It was a two story building, but it was fine. She would at least be out of here at the least. Grabbing a blanket off the bed, a gunshot had resounded and the door was opened up. She quickly jumped out the window and used the blanket to help break her fall by pulling it over. As she floated down, a hole was made, but it was fine as she managed to land safely and far away from them.
She hid in a nearby alleyway, watching as the red guards shouted and barked out orders to the others to keep an eye out for them. Abandoning the blanket, she maneuvered around the streets of Manila, ending up in the crowded market area. Some Filipinos already there saw her and smiled. She explained in her native tongue she needed new clothes. They nodded their heads, carefully grabbing the new clothes off the shelf as the nation took off her clothes and placed them on. They offered to escort her away from here, but there was an explosion. Filipinas ordered the helpful women to get out of there, asking for the gun that hung upon their shelves. As they handed it to her, she sneaked away past the confusion and through the chaos.
All she needed to do was get to the border and hide in the forest. If she could get through to that point, she would be safe and free to get her brothers. Another gunshot was fired and she realized something. There was many here who was getting hurt and killed. She needed to act fast if she wanted to get reinforcements. As she thought this, she felt something pointed at her head.
"Going somewhere?" asked a British voice. Grabbing the gun's mullet, she turned it to its butt and tried to hit him with it only to be stopped and swooped up and over his shoulders. She kicked and screamed, even more than she did before, biting his shoulders till he was annoyed enough by her to karate chop her neck's pressure point, causing her to pass out on sight.
A few minutes passed, her awakening with a start of the English man right up in her face. She almost bit him, but found her hands were bound and chained to the bed frame. He smirked at her, grabbing her chin and pulling her near him, his eyes filled with cold desire, She did not like where this was heading. Not one bit. "Hmm...I will applaud you for making it that far into the city, but that's where it ends," he murmured, the smirk still upon his face. He took out a knife and beginning to struggle helplessly, she watched as he cut up her dress, revealing her small adolescent body. "Let's see if you'll even be able to stand after I'm done with you..."
Licking his lips he leaned forward and slid his tongue against her neck, causing her to scream out. She began to tear up, fearing the worst was about and going to happen to her. His hands were gloved, the cold leather rubbing against her breasts, causing her to try and kick him away from her. "S-stop it! Leave me alone!" she begged. Her protests went in one ear and out the other, Britain's free hand traveling downwards between her legs, ripping off her underwear.
"You know what's coming next, don't you?" he purred darkly into her ear. Before she could say anything he covered her mouth and leaned his lower half to hers, causing a large chill to run up her spine. She began to struggle even more before she felt something enter inside of her. He removed his hand from her mouth, letting her scream out loud in pain. It hurt. It was terrible. She was in terrible pain when he began to move. To be taken like this...She never wanted to be taken like this at all.
"What do you want, Britain?" The sudden visit from the English man caused questions to float around. Spain was already in a wrecking mood and seeing Britain here would only make it worse. Romano stood by the doorway, despite being asked to move away. He wanted to run in and charge at him, but remembered how helpless and weak he was before. Instead he stood there and watching as they spoke with each other.
"Hmm...Four million dollars." he spoke out to him.
Spain got angry, slamming his fists onto the ground. "So you came all this way to ask for money I don't have? Get out!" he barked at him.
He only saw him chuckle. "I suppose that means you really don't care what happens to her then?"
When he heard that, Spain grabbed his axe and with his other hands, he grabbed his collar. "Bastard! What have you done to her?"
Britain only smirked once more, looking down upon Spain's face. "Her insides, they felt absolutely amazing. Almost heavenly..."
Romano's face twisted with anger and his stomach swirled. No...Not her! She...She didn't deserve that! He may have disliked her, but this...This was far beyond worse than he had imagined! What has he let happened?
Spain threw him to the shelf and ran towards him, anger written all over his face. He was about to make an attack on him when he told him it wasn't a smart move to make. "I'll keep on playing with her till you pay. Trying to rid of me now is just a waste of your time no? Plus...I may let more people play with her..." Spain stood there frozen. There was nothing he could do, is there? He either had to pay or let her suffer. Britain got up and brushed himself off.
"So, I'll be awaiting patiently for the money...Till then, Adios!" he spoke. Walking out of the room, he saw Romano's face and smirked, patting his head. He had won.
OOC: I. Feel. Terrible. When I began writing this I was like 'Yay, motivation!~' Then when I began writing the part with England I was all '...QAQ' I felt really bad. And guilty. Because this chapter here was born through sweat and tears. And my head started to bleed after bashing it in for a while.
In case you didn't already know, I based this a bit off of history, so there is some history involved right? Well, this is one event called the 'First Rape of Manila." It really happened folks. Google raped, murdered and vandalized the city till Spain paid four million dollars to him. I suppose afterwards, they wanted revenge, but that's in the next chapter.
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