"Her insides were just amazing…almost heavenly."
Those taunting words haunted him all year long and were the reason why everyone had pretty much shut him out. He stayed with them, ate their food, did whatever else they could make him do that wouldn't even have room for him to make a mistake while still trying to subtly avoid him, and then left him completely alone by the end of noon. Since they gave him nothing else to do he ended up having a lot of time to flirt. Sure it looked as if he didn't have a care in the world, but the truth was he missed being scolded for flirting. He missed being kicked and shoved into the tree because he made dates or didn't help her out when she told him to.
As the day continued to bring on more weary exhaustion, Romano found new comfort by heading towards the secret lake behind Spain's mansion. He would stay outside for a long time, never giving a crap about the time, only there to just be there. No one allowed him to do anything anymore or bossed him around to do this or that. While on any other occasion he would be happy to not do work, it left him not only bored but forced to look back on his mistakes. And trust me, he did not like it.
It was hard for him to try and think about what he could've done, what he should have did, and why it went wrong. Even worse, he knew the reason why this was the way it was. Everyday, like a bad dream, a terrible nightmare even, he was constantly reminded of his mistakes. He weakened her mind by overpowering her and pushing onto her those types of things no one in their right mind would do without feeling some sort of guilt and remorse. He weakened her by practically forcing himself on her until she started crying and begging for him to stop. In her weakened state, even the feisty Filipinas would be rendered useless and weak, especially when fighting against the Great Britain.
He hated himself for letting his emotions overrule him. He made some stupid mistakes before but they were never this bad, even when Filipinas did get injured. He wanted to make things right again, but no one was really willing to give him the chance to. He voiced over and over he'll do better next time around, he won't let his emotions get in the way, but that caused even more conflict with the higher-ups, saying they weren't going to even try and send him in. He sighed and rolled over on the other side of his body and then sat up, his eyes staring at the lake.
"Are you sure you can't send anyone in yet?" pleaded Spain.
"Spain, please, we had just lost a lot of money from the payment. He is a man of his word, regardless of …"
Spain stared at the archbishop with those eyes that stated 'are you kidding me?' He should've remembered that when England was asked to call off their pirates, they said they couldn't control them at all and mentioned they were also in control of England as well. And yet a few times later of asking, Spain had found the pirates being rewarded for god knows what and he continued to be solely abused by them.
"okay, that wasn't exactly the best example, but mi chico, debe tener paciencia. Filipinas is still a girl and even he wouldn't hurt a woman after he had promised not to do so. He will stay true to his words, if on her account and – "
"Dammit, he's not going to!" growled Spain. He was angry at teh fact that his boss was giving him the benefit of the doubt. It was ridiculous to think the Englishman would keep his word, even to a woman. True he's had a few good queen he was loyal to, but Filipinas was a foreigner, a woman of Asian culture and standing.
"Stop." Archbishop Rojo stood up and glared at him. "Remember where her geography is? Do not forget the placement of her islands. She is in a very favorable position and even he needs to stay on her good side in order to gain access of the ports all across Las Islas Filipinas. That being said, we've had no new news of her country being pillaged, in fact it's been going well aside from the soldier occupying them."
"E – even so…"
"Senor Spain…I understand your concern, but I also know that rushing into things will lead to disaster, especially since we're in a very unfavorable position. We've barely enough money to sponsor a army into Filipinas and – "
"Then I'll go on my own!"
"Spain I am warning you. If you do that, I'll – "
Before the sentence was complete, the door had burst open, Mexico and Belgium rushing to the interior of the room. Their faces were both filled with happiness and uneasiness. In Mexico's hands, he was holding a letter against his chest. Rushing over to Spain and bowing before the Archbishop, he then stood straight up and handed him the letter
"S-Senor Espana, Arzobispo Rojo! Un mensaje de Las Filipinas!"
"…!"
"¿Qué dice esto? ¿Es ella bien?" stated Spain, his tone full of worry. The messenger handed it over to him, the news from Filipinas spreading throughout the mansion and each country gathering around him. Spain opened the envelope with shaking hands, fearing the worst for his hija.
"
"AEspañadeKuya;
Lo siento no he hablado o me envió un mensaje de mi paradero o mi condición.
Estoy seguro de que usted ha escuchado acerca de lo que había estado sucediendo a mí y aManila, como de antes
por eso gilipollas Gran Bretaña probablemente me utilizan para chantajear le
porque todo de repente, estaba solo de izquierda y la interrupción de la Capital de Manila había
incautados. Si es así, entonces me complace decir que hará mi venganza todos
la más dulce.
Ves después de un tiempo, que aparentemente tenía algunos dentro de ayuda a la que tengouna sospecha, aunque
No he seguido a través de en lo que me había ayudado. En ningún caso, bajo la designación de
la Real Audiencia de Manila, hemos organizado una Consejo de guerra y despachó el Oidor Don
Simón de Anda y Salazar a la ciudad provincial de Bulacán organizar continuó
resistencia a los británicos.
No te preocupes. No le permitirá le éxito tomando otro paso más en mis regiones vitales.
Su cabeza va el rollo un millón de veces antes de que le dejo ocupar cualquier otra parte de mí ymis hermanos.
Yo le rip aparte y castrar su culo británico para quitarles muchos de mi pueblo,
no sólo mía, Chasity y pureza. Ese hombre rue el día
decidió me fuerza a su cama y le hacen su mascota poco personal
y mi cuerpo para el más lo de elementos. Ah,confíaenmícuandodigo,pagará.
HastaahorahemoslogradonodejándolepasadoManilaycavite.Porfavor
Centrar la atención en la batalla de lado y no te preocupes por mí. Voyasermuybien..."
"
…At times like these…I wish I wouldn't over worry about her condition. It wasn't new that she would talk about these types of things, but the fact that she could sound so smug and proud of herself in her letter proved she was getting along just fine. From the sounds of it…He could tell she was giving Britain a run for his money. In the back of his head, he felt as if he should pity the British man because he knew when she was mad, she was very feisty and aggressive.
"Well?" asked Belgium, hand gripping her chest in worry. Spain couldn't help but have a rather distant look, a mixture between happiness and loneliness on his face. Mexico, really frustrated with his silence now, snatched the letter from it and read it and started laughing a little.
"Heh…what do you know, she…she can hold her own against him. At least enough not to let him go anywhere…"
"So she's alright?" asked Belgium.
"Yeah, she says she's doing just fine!" Then Mexico's face went a bit dead looking as he continued to read on. "And also said she was going to castrate him into oblivion or something for taking her chastity and ruining her precious Manila."
"…That's …that's mi hija….." Spain said with a weak smile. Belgium pretty much had figured out that's why Spain's face went a little dead. Perking up some more he put up a strong front and looked to the Archbishop Rojo. "Well, now that we know she is safe as can be, we can go on and move to the main objective then!"
Spain went on to side with his two friends and help finish the war. The heat of the war continued for several more months and they all began to get weary. Luzon had her hands full with keeping England pinned on the corner of her island and within the Manila area. Although she was a bit rusty in guerilla warfare, she repelled him countless of times and fought him with her brothers three against one. She never did figure out who saved her or tipped off her brothers and for that she thanked him for the best, praying to God to give him blessings.
Near the end of December, the resistance on her part has seized and was continued only by her brothers. She was being sent back to Europe with Great Britain, something she was very unhappy to do. Biting and kicking and screaming, she made it clear she wanted to be nowhere near her forced British colonizer. After a while, she consented on the compromise that America stays next to her the entire time. America agreed, much to Great Britain's dismay, but she left quietly and without protest as she had promised.
Spain looked around the crowded conference room for any sign of Filipinas. He wondered if she was still hurt and was told often to sit down and calm down and breath. "I can't help it…That bastard tainted my Filipinas, I want to kill him so badly right now and punch him square in the face!"
"Monsieur Spain, you should know she iz going to be juzt fine. You've heard what ze Ingles buffoon said. They were pretty much still under your control, non?~'"
"…be that as it may, but that bastard Real Audencia surrendered and made it to which she had to surrender. I had to pay more expenses"
"But zey did keep up zeh resistance, correct? Besides, they'll work it out eventually. Perhaps you will still get 'er back, none zeh less, oui?"
"Nngh…I hope so…"
OOC:
Um…I kinda skimmed it cause I'm working on this at school…so I may be a smidge inaccurate with my history, so forgive me ;;; I'm really tired and I was kinda rushing.
I also rushed it too, so yeah...My original ideas were lost, so here you go ._. I can honestly say this is a badly written chapter ._.
Translation:
"S-Senor Espana, Arzobispo Rojo! Un mensaje de Las Filipinas!"
Mr Spain, Archbishop Red! A message from the Philippines!"
"¿Quédiceesto?¿Esellabien?"
"What does it say this? Is she well?"
The letter:
To Kuya Spain;
Sorry I haven't talked or sent a single message of my whereabouts or my condition.
I'm sure you've heard about what had been happening to me and Manila, as of earlier
which is why asshole Great Britain probably used me to blackmail you
because all of the sudden, I was left alone and the disruption of the Capital of Manila had
seized. If that's the case, then I am very pleased to say that will make my revenge all
the more sweeter.
You see after a while, I apparently had some inside help to which I have a suspicion, though
I have not followed through on it who had helped me. In any case, under the appointment of
the Royal Audience of Manila, we have organized a war Council and dispatched Oidor Don
Simón de Anda y Salazar to the provincial town of Bulacan to organize continued
resistance to the British.
Do not worry. I will not let him succeed in taking another step further within my vital regions.
His head will roll a million times over before I let him occupy any other part of me and my brothers.
I will rip him apart and castrate his British ass for taking away many of my people,
not only mine, Chastity and purity. That man will rue the day
he decided to force me into his bed and make him his personal little pet
and use my body for the most unholy of items. Oh, trust me when I say, he will pay.
Please remember I am not an avid Spanish speaker I used a translation website for my translation.