"Hello, Britain," Philippines grabbed the back of his chair and sat in his lap. England paid no mind to it, as he went back to filing reports on his laptop.
"What do you want Phili?" he queried. Philippines stuck her tongue out at the aforementioned nickname.
"I'm not a horse," she said. "Anyway, when are you gonna let me be a pirate?"
"Never," he answered. Philippines pouted.
"But you mentor me in tons of other things. Iggggyyyyy."
"Quit the incessant whining and go study." Philippines narrowed her eyes and muttered under her breath as she removed herself from his lap. He used to be so nice, to an extent. Growing up sucked. She picked up a level 3 magic book and flipped to some random page and stared at the page.
"Who's that, sis?" a little Philippines questioned. Big sister Atlantis had slammed the door on some man with an accent that only sounded vaguely familiar to her.
\"No one important," Atlantis said, failing at hiding the venom in her voice. The man had knocked on the door yet again. Atty sighed and rolled her eyes. "What do you want, England." Atlantis more demanded than questioned when she opened the door back up. Getting a good look at the man at the door, Philippines gasped and ran away. "Sasa!" Atlantis panicked, then glared at the blonde. He defensively held his hands, not even knowing she had a child in the house.
"Sasa, what's the matter?"
"That's the man Papa said hurt me."
Atlantis comforted the child as England stared in confusion. All he had come to do was talk to Atlantis about how she was doing. Even if she severed their ties, he still cared for her, even if only a little bit. Sudden realization hit him.
"That's Spain's territory, what is she doing here?" He had to admit, this was a nearly perfect hiding place for the country. An unknown island near Greece with a country Spain was barely acquainted with? He had to give the child props.
"Well, she's my new little sister." England felt a pang inside. He was the only one who knew Atlantis was still alive, not even her brother Greece was aware. She must have been lonely, from so much isolation. He turned to the blossoming country.
"Hey, I'm not as bad as your Papa makes me out to be." Atlantis scoffed. He ignored it and sat on the bed next to Philippines, and held out his hand toward her. "I'm England, nice to meet you in person."
"Kamusta Inglatera, ako ang Pilipinas," she agreed, giving him a hug instead of shaking his hand. England blushed a little. He took her off of him and gave her a small smile, which she returned.
"What did she say?" he asked as Philippines parked herself on his lap (a habit that would prove hard to deter later).
"I'm not sure, I don't know that language," Atlantis answered.
"Something I'm sure we can work on."
"England you can't make her some project."
"Just watch me."
Ok, so of course some bad things had happened during her upbringing, but it happened to everyone. Philippines reveled in the way England grew frustrated when trying to teach her English, wondering how America ever got her to perfect it, or whenever she would play with the Queen or princess. She looked over to where England sat, and let the tiniest of smiles crack. She then picked up the book she was pretending to read and threw at England's head, thoroughly distracting him as she ran to his room where he kept his old pirate clothes.
