She still tried to escape very often. She wasn't good at giving up. There were times she was successful and times she wasn't. She always managed to get caught in the end anyway, but she never stopped. She was getting tired of her insides being violated every day after all. Something happened though, which surprised her. He had stopped hurting her and the others. She suspected something happened to Spain which pissed her off more. The pillaging and raping had stopped for her, but she was still being beaten for trying to escape. After a while, he apparently he got smart and trapped her inside with chains.

For the most part, she was kept locked up in his bedroom guarded heavily on the sides and the door. At night it was even worse because she would also have to have been tied up as well, at least around the ankles. She was cuffed and chained a good distance to wear she could walk around the perimeter of the room, but not outside the door or window. The fireplace was an option, but she knew they'd catch her for sure because there was wood around and if she made the wrong step, she would make a loud racket. Plus she had to worry about the chain. She had been slowly heating it with the fire, but it takes a while for it to break and she also needed to be careful to make sure it wasn't too noticeable. And with these clothes and the fact she could barely breath half the time, it wasn't worth the risk.

She made another sigh. She was tired of this, but she had to get out. Filipinas leaned her head against the wall. What happened? England had suddenly stopped all sexual attempts on her. She didn't care, really, in fact she was practically ecstatic when he did. But she knew something must've happened. She was worried about Spain now. Could he have blackmailed him into making him stop? If that was the case, he should've left her along. She knew he was in debt, but she also knew he was kind at times. Affectionate and overly protective of her, but she was caring of him still. He did take care of her and her brothers after all, taking responsibility of what he did to them. This added to her fuel of anger which made her want to escape even more.

Then there was Romano. Thinking about him made her upset. He may have been a lot of things, a klutz, a flirt, a lazy ass whiner, a person who can do anything if he tries, someone who she always fights with, someone who made her entire being boil with anger every time he started flirting with a girl and never picked anything to carry when she was with him, who she shared a rather rude and unwanted first kiss with, but he didn't deserve what he got. She was worried. Terribly worried. The thought of him being critically injured was tearing her insides apart with worry. She wanted to get out of here and back to him. Filipinas was scared for him. She started to cry a little to herself. Please be safe Romano...

She often looked for a quieter escape route, but found herself slowly realizing that she wasn't alone anymore. There was a child that often came around the area, apparently somewhere where the guards couldn't catch him. It was there that she could get help from someone outside the city. She easily made friends with the boy and oftentimes they'd talk often. She didn't want to entrust him with the task just yet, as it would be bad timing if they find out she was sneaking conversations with a child, or rather, a FILIPINO child. She had to be careful around him.

"Philippines..." she heard. She immediately told the child to hide under the bed and keep quiet. She primped herself up slightly and allowed whoever it was, though she had a rather strong suspicion who it was, to enter. And she was correct. America. He had never once been able to pronounce her name and apparently as she no longer got angry with him, gave up trying. When she opened the door, he kissed both cheeks, only for some reason, it was at the joint of her neck and walked inside. He held a tray for her and placed it on the table for her. It looked a little bigger than usual, though. When she was about to complain, America began to speak up.

"Go ahead and come out..." he stated, staring at the bed. Filipinas and the child both jolted out of fear as the child came out from under.

"I...I can -" America cut her off and reached on the tray to throw the bread roll at him.

"Sorry if it tastes bad, little dude, but Great Britain's not the best cook, really..." he stated as he then turned to her. When she was about to ask him a question, he smiled awkwardly and shrugged his shoulders. "I knew for a while. You don't have to worry...I'm not going to say anything." he stated, looking at the plate and then back to her. "Aren't you going to eat?"

"...I don't like eating in front of people..." That was a bit of a lie, but really, she felt awkward around him normally. The first time she ever saw him, he was just a little shorter than her. It had only been a year since she first saw him at Madrid and when she met him again, it was as if puberty ran him over. He was much bigger than she first met him and his voice got a little lower. He pretty much looked like an adult if she didn't remember how old the kid was. He was also rather friendly with her, but she still didn't trust him because he was, you know, Great Britain's kid brother. She decided then she was a little too hungry to wait for him to leave and grabbed a scone from the table. It wasn't really that bad. Okay, it was really burnt to a crisp and tasted terrible, but she didn't really care at this point. Obviously, he wasn't going to get any better at this.

"Still tastes bad?" asked the American colony. Filipinas didn't say anything but just ate her dinner. She got used to it at this point in her life. His cooking was a bit of an acquired taste. Not to mention, the girl was capable of eating almost anything and not get a stomachache from it. England's food took a little longer, but she was eating it without cringing after a few weeks.

While she ate, she could feel America's eyes staring a hole in her. It was quite annoying really, and just about when she was about to tell him to stop, he spoke up. "…Would…Would you like to go outside?" he asked a little timidly.

"…What? I mean, yes, but, kiddo, won't you -?"

"Great Britain is out and away for now, probably trying to beat up France again," he explained, lowering his head, his thumbs twiddling around with each other. He really looked nervous over this. 'I don't think this guy does this often from the way he's acting…' she thought in her head. The last time she saw him, he was a really timid guy who was always looking up to Britain. Course he now looks more frustrated at him it seemed, but still views him as a big brother. At least that's what it looked like to her. Now he's doing something weird, asking her to go outside when he knows she's supposed to stay inside.

"For….for how long exactly?" she asked after a long period of silence. He looked back at her, an excited smile plastered across his face. She smiled back with confusion, but it was a friendly one all together.

"It, um…It won't be long. Just a couple of hours. I, uh…I want to be shown around by a real Filipino, that's all…" he stated, blushing slightly.

"…? What do you mean? From what I can tell, you've been getting around just fine."

"Uh…Well, uh…"

Noticing how much of a flustered face he was making, she sighed. "Sure…Only one problem; aren't you forgetting something?"

"What's that?"

"I can't leave. There's a matter of – Hey are you even listening?" she stated as the American moved around, circling her.

America put a hand behind his neck and measured her, grabbing the child and placing them next to each other. After he finished staring at the two, he spoke to the child. "You remember where it is, right? She should be able to fit through it."

He looked from him to her and then smiled, nodding his head. "Yes! I go show her, right?" he asked.

"Yup. Good luck little dude. I'll go and let her go now."

"Yessir!" he called back, running out into the garden. Filipinas was still very unsure about this, as she didn't want him to get in trouble with him, plus this is very very bad if they got caught. She was about to say something to him when he placed a finger on her lips.

"Gimme your legs," he ordered. Hesitating, she gave her one leg and then the other. He had the key on hand, so she figured that he was

She was surprised. America was acting disobedient to Great Britain? Something must be wrong. Filipinas was short-tempered, but she sort of came to like America...She barely spoke to him except when he delivered her food, which was twice a month, only at night and he and her just normally didn't speak at all till now. She caught his eye several times and smiled at him, which was a little strange, but he hadn't done anything to piss her off yet. Not to mention, despite the way even the Englishmen treated her at first, weren't all that bad. It was just...They were assholes other times.

"So what is it you wanted me to show you that you couldn't ask Miguel about to show you?" she asked. She wore a cloak over her body, which was actually looking suspicious, but since America was with her, she wasn't questioned at all who she was. America shrugged, his hands gripping his shirt slightly. He looked nervous. She felt a little bad for him, so she stuck out her hand for him to hold. She wasn't sure exactly where everything was, since she hasn't been here that frequently, but she knew enough to get by. It hadn't changed much since the last time she was here. A few different shops and such, but nothing was significantly different.

She wasn't going to lie. He was a gentleman, a timid but energetic gentleman. And she did enjoy the time with him. He was careful though. He didn't let her out of his sight for a second and always insisted on holding her hand whenever she let go to order something for them to eat in her native tongue. Filipinas had figured it was a precaution since she was a prisoner and she was supposed to be inside Great Britain's room chained to her room. Even so, it still didn't stop them from having a little fun while she was out here.

It was strange. Even though she was having so much fun with him, she felt a little on edge. It was mostly because this was America. She wasn't at all sure why he was doing this, nor what his real intentions were, taking caution when it seemed necessary to. He kept her safe the entire time though, so she had no room for complaint, throwing off British soldiers and hiding her when they seem to be getting closer. It was odd how she was enjoying this. But it was in a sense, her chance. She needed him to make one mistake and she could leave. And that chance came when he spotted someone within the crowd and told her to wait where she was at.

America walked over to a small area where two people was waiting for him it seemed. They looked like her in a sense. And not just because they were obviously Filipino, but because they really looked liked her. Just with different hair colors and such. He started speaking with them about something and she paid no mind to it afterwards, even when it seemed that they had caught her eye and stared. No she needed to escape now into the forest.

However, something stopped her. America, who was a younger boy and her escort, who was risking everything so she could be able to stretch her legs in the outside, possibly so she'd be more comfortable, was going to be in so much trouble if they all found out he let her 'outside'. He was quiet and frantic. Perhaps he didn't bother calling out her name cause he didn't want her to get in trouble. But he would get into so much trouble because of what he did. She made several attempts to go into the forest...But she kept getting second thoughts. She didn't know why, but she guessed it was just her personality. She bought some pan de sal on sale and came back to him. When she did, she was half-expecting him to hit her, but he didn't. Instead, he hugged her, feeling tears flowing down her back. She was...surprised. In so many ways. Why is it someone who barely even knew her was caring so much about her?

"I'm sorry...I-I should've k-kept a closer eye on you! I-I mean, I kn-know you weren't lost or anything...S-since this is your home...B-But I was so worried s-some of B-Britain's men found you."

In the back of her mind she found it odd that he never once thought of the fact she snuck away from him, that she intentionally left him. She kept her mouth shut and enjoyed the rest of the day with him. It was...relaxing to be honest. After a while, he got pretty tired of walking around and it was getting dark. So they began to walk home, talking about trivial things. When she asked about his relationship with Britain, he made a rather...upset look.

"I-I'm sorry...did I tread on something that's not good for me to talk about?" she asked, a little worried now.

"...It's not so much that...as it is..."

"...?"

"...Never mind," he said, smiling and taking her hand once more. "Now come on, I gotta help you back inside, it's getting late."

"I want to discuss with you today about something...Your brothers."

She stared at him with wary eyes; he never talked about them before. And now he wants to talk about them? This was suspicious. "...Yeah…What about them?"

"I've noticed lately that they have been hanging around the city. This makes it easier on my end, but…It seems a little odd they would be around here, don't you think?" he asked her, his eyes rather dark. "I don't recall ever letting you go outside, and no one here ever even heard you attempting to go outside. Never once have I actually given you a chance to contact anyone…"

"Well, I haven't had a single chance at all." Filipinas scoffed at him. He keeps her trapped in here all the time, how can she contact anyone. True, she could've used the kid to get her brothers, but there was no way in hell she was going to let that happen. He's just a kid. If he got caught the damage would be catastrophic. She wasn't willing to take the risk no matter how much she wanted to escape.

"I see... " he said. "In any case, like I said, this makes things much easier for me. Easier for capture that is..."

Hearing him speak those words, Filipinas launched herself off her chair and attempted to attack him. The reach was thin though, causing her to fall over flat on her face. England smirked, his eyes looking down on her level, his body sinking to her level. He used one hand to pick her chin up so they were looking right at each other. "Where do you think you're going? You can't do anything in this state, can you? This is a very tough piece of metal, ones the richest buy to keep their slaves from escaping. If a slave can't escape from it, what makes you think you have a chance?"

"I think I have a better chance now than before," she growled, headbutting him.

"Hmph..." Great Britain winced a bit in pain but nonetheless smirked at her. "Is that right you little wench?" She was stronger, yes. Perhaps he did underestimate her tenaciousness and power before hand, but she was still no match for him. No matter how hard she would try, it would most likely end in defeat by her hands. She hadn't been able to contact her brothers nor has she had been given the chance to by him. He was determined to have every last part of Filipinas, including her brothers. If he can overpower her one last time, she would be too broken to want to save her brothers. As a gentleman, he usually kept his words. But as a pirate, he was also allowed to break them for the sake of conquering. Even if it meant breaking her in one last time.

"I'd like to think that's a bit right."

Filipinas' eyes opened wide as did the Englishman. A dark-brown hair male with a rather intimidating smile jumped inside the room. "Hola, Luzon!~ Kumusta?" he said kicking away the surprised Great Britain away from her. "How've you been? This why I haven't heard from you from a while?" he asked. It took her a while to realize who this person was before she recognized him

"...V-visayas?"

"Correctomundo, Luzon~ You been well?"

"Wha - ? I thought you said you haven't -" A gun was pulled out

"I-I haven't! A-at least I c-can't recall...!"

"Don't bother questioning her. She's have nothing to do with this. A little birdie told us of her whereabouts..." said another voice, its owner belonging to another familiar face. His face was stoic and his build was large but none the less, this was Mindanaos. She smirked and found her way out and a way to keep him at bay.

"A little...?" Then it hit him. He didn't know who, but someone had turned traitor. It wasn't anything new, but this was a rather interesting new development. "Hmph...You little brats..." he said with a wicked grin on his face. "Heh-heh-heh...All right, then...Let's see what you brats can do now?"

"We have no intention of fighting you here." Mindanaos stared down at him.

"Don't worry though, you'll be seeing more of us " added in Visayas.

For now, he let them escape. He could handle them on their own. However he didn't expect them to be able to break the chains on their sister, which made things both difficult and interesting. He really couldn't wait to see what they had in store for him. He should be able to capture them all at once, right?

OOC: As far as I'm concerned they met officially around after he declared his independence or something. so this is kinda AU but when we were on the chapter at school, there was no specific reason for why they would go for Philippines during the Spanish-American war in order to fight Spain. Of course, they were also in their imperialist stage in life.

Finally it's finished. I just never posted it cause I was so confused on what I should do...and re-wrote it several times ;;;;