Philippines at WW2
Warnings: OC Piri-tan! And our friendly mate, Australia! There's also a lot of OOC. Especially America ^ ^ [and to Italians out there, sorry if my Italian is so friggin wrong in grammar. Gotta blame Google Translate, okay?]
Genre: Romance, Drama, War and some Tragedy since *someone* will have a coma or something...
Random and Disclaimer: This is a AmexPiri fic plus, I DON'T FRIGGIN OWN THIS AWESOME ANIME COZ IF I DO, PIRI WOULD BE IN HETALIA NOW. HELL. YEAH.
Chapter 1: The Call to Departure
Clara was war-torned. In her land, everywhere you look is ruined. 'Kuya Kiku... How could you do this?' she mentally asked. But despite this fiasco, she have him, she has her hero. "Clara!" She turned and faced to where the voice is from. It was him. "K-kuya! Kuya Alfred! You're here! Are you okay? Are you wounded?" Clara asked. Looking at Alfred, for Clara, it was like looking in a mirror. He was war-torned as she is. Alfred chuckled. "Oh come on, Clara! I am the hero so I am the one who should ask you that question!" Clara smiled. 'There goes his hero-ness again.' Clara thought. "No, I am not wounded. I am perfectly fi-" Clara then felt a pain in her left arm. There, Alfred saw blood coming out. It was a deep cut. "Oh damn, Clara! You're arm! I-it's bleeding!" Without a second thought, Alfred hurriedly carried her(Lover's carry as the first aiders would call it) to his camp to aid her. When he reached his camp, he went inside his tent and placed Clara down. He looked for his first aid kit then, sat down beside her, treating her wound. She looked at his worried face. Anger, worry, pain, guilt and sadness crept in his face. After treating her wound, he sighed at her side. "I am really sorry, Clara. I dragged you in this hell-sent war. This was supposed to be my problem, not yours." He said with a hint of frustration. Clara dugged herself in his chest. "Whatever pain you're experiencing, I promise I'll support you. Even if it's heaven or hell." Alfred blushed lightly and hugged her.
"Aw, Piri! You're so sweet!"
"Um, kuya... my wound... it hurts..." Alfred then let her go. "S-sorry! Are you hurt?" He worriedly asked. Clara chuckled. "It's okay." She replied. Feeling the right moment, Alfred leaned closer to her face. Noticing this, Clara froze in her position and simply waited for his lips to touch hers. Only a picometer away, an unexpected nation barged in. "Mate! General MacArthur needs yah!" An Australian accent said. The American looked at the Australian with a frustrated glare. While Clara was frozen with a more frustrated look on her face. Realizing this, Australia left and said, "Eh... Sorry mate! I was in a hurry a-and... G'day anyway!" He left without any word. Alfred sighed and faced Clara, still frozen. "Uh... Clara, you okay?" Clara looked at him and smiled softly. "Of course, kuya." This made him smile now. "You're face is priceless, you know. ...So cute when you smile." Alfred said. Clara blushed. "Thank you, kuya." With no hesitation, Alfred kissed her(to avoid further interruptionsXD) which lead the female nation to be as red as a tomato. To prolong this moment, Alfred pulled her closer by holding on to the back of her neck while his left hand on her cheek. Clara was(of course) shocked and still frozen(-_-'). Gasping for air, he let go of her. She was breathing heavily(Like, they kissed for minutes ...) "K-kuya... Pl-please... warn me if you're going to kiss me... S-so that I can huff some air...(panting)" The damsel said, still as red as tomato. Alfred sweat-dropped and chuckled silently.
"Sorry, Clara... I was just... worried that some intruder would interupt us again... Remember my first attempt to kiss you? Very hilarious, right?" Then, they both laughed out loud. Out of the blue, a stone with a paper attached to it was thrown inside his tent. Alfred grabbed it and read it.
"Hey bugger,
Can you go out and go to my tent? Good ol' MacArthur is looking for yah. And your boss too.
Your bro,
Aussie"
Alfred crumpled the paper and faced Clara. "Wh-what does it say?" Clara worriedly asked. Alfred tried to smile his normal grin. "My boss and Douglas is looking for me. I bet another battle will be arranged against the Axis Powers." He sadly said and failed to smile. And when he's frowning, Clara knows there's trouble ahead. "B-be careful, okay?" Clara said and was close to tears. Alfred smiled a little and wiped the tears off her cheeks. "I promise. I am the hero, right? Your hero." He promised and hugged her tightly. He also felt her sadness. She was worried as hell. He does not like that. But mostly, he hates it when he sees her crying. Especially when he caused it. "Please don't cry. I promise. Really." He reassured her. The two faced each other, looking deeply within each others' eyes. "S-sure. I won't cry." She promised. Alfred smiled and laid her down. "You need some rest. Sleep till I return, 'kay?" Clara gave him a stubborn look. Signalling him that she does not want to. "No. I won't sleep. I can't sleep worrying about you." Clara insisted. Alfred laughed softly and caressed her hair.
"Same old you. Stubborn as always."
"Tumahimik ka nga." Clara used her native tongue. Alfred looked at her oddly.
"What?"
"I told you to zip it."
"Oh come on, you need rest." Clara rolled her eyes and nodded. "Fine. I'll sleep. But only if you promise to come back." She looked at him deeply. "Sure. I promise." He promised and kissed her forehead. Then, he left. Clara frowned and closed her eyes. Not a moment had passed, she fell into a deep sleep.
OUTSIDE~
"There you are, Alfred!" Australia greeted his brother. "Hey." The American gloomily replied. Australia gave him a noogie in the head. "Aw come on! It's not the first time you kissed your mate, mate!" Alfred laughed and punched his arm playfully. "Yeah. Those were the days. The happy days." Alfred said, remembering those memories. "Anyway, your boss called. And MacArthur is in my tent right now." Australia guided Alfred to his tent and there, MacArthur was there. "Mr. Jones. I was ordered by the president to come here and liberate you." McArthur said. Alfred's jaw opened in shock. "L-liberate Philippines? But why? I-I thought I am here to protect Philippines from Japan and his allies!" Alfred protested to MacArthur. "Orders are orders, Mr. Jones." He sadly said. Alfred frowned. "What does he want me to do." He seriously said. "He wants you to liberate me to Australia and you go to Europe. Italian and German forces are causing fiasco to every nation there." MacArthur told the flustered nation. 'Feliciano causing destruction? Maybe Lovino was right that Ludwig is brainwashing him.' Alfred thought. "And, you'll leave two days from now. That is all. Good day to both you." The general said and left the two other nations. "Damn. What'll I do? What'll happen to Clara? Aussie, help me!" Alfred panicked. "Why don't you assign someone to protect her?" The Australian suggested. "Great idea! You'll do it!" Australia looked at him with a shocked expression.
"I was just suggesting! And besides, I still have to-"
"What do you want?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I'll give you anything you want! Even my independence if I have to!" Australia was shocked at his last statement. 'H-his independence? H-he's giving up his independece for her?' He thought deeply. Then, he looked at the serious nation in his front. "Fine. If only you give me anything I ask you." The American's eyes gleamed with stars. "Thank you so much, dude! I owe you big time!" The two brofisted. "And my next problem is, how will I tell it to Clara." Alfred said. "Spill it carefully and gently, mate. As easy as that." Alfred glared at him. "It's not as easy as it seems." Australia flinched and laughed softly. "I know, dude. Soften and calm her down first." Alfred thought about it for a while. "Maybe I'll buy that. Come on, I'll tell her now." They went out of Aussie's tent and headed to Alfred's tent.
Opening the flap, Clara was there sleeping peacefully. Alfred sighed in relief and went inside while Australia just stayed outside. Alfred sat beside her. "You look so beautiful while sleeping. That priceless face..." While caressing her cheeks, she woke up and was happy enough to see him. With the excitement, she sat up and hugged him tightly. "Kuya..." Alfred smiled. "Clara... I have something to tell you." This time, he frowned that signalled her that something was wrong. "Wh-what is it, kuya?" She asked worriedly. Alfred placed his gaze down. "I have to leave. I have to go to Europe. My boss ordered me to 'cause the Axis are causing great destruction there." He blurted out. Clara had a sad expression on her face. "Y-you'll return, right? For me and my people, right?" She said in between sobs. For the record, she cried fast there. Alfred's guilt came when he saw her cry. "Of course! I shall return for you. Australia promised to protect you with his life." Clara wiped her tears away but failed. "I'd give anything for you to be safe. Even if it's my independence. I swear." Clara stopped crying. Alfred, then, let go of her.
"I'll leave three days from now. We still have a little time, right? You know, time to spend for each other." Clara blushed and punched his arm playfully. Alfred laughed softly. "Don't take it the wrong way. I am no pervert." Clara chuckled. "Good. I'll call padre if you're a pervert. I'll call fratello too." Clara joked. "I am not a pervert. Swear." Clara smiled softly. "I know. And, I trust you." But, Clara again frowned. Alfred noticed this and hugged her again. "Don't frown Clara. A large amount of your beauty might be gone you know." He jokingly said. Clara rolled her eyes. "I am beautiful whatever happens to me. Even if I frown, I am the prettiest and the cutest nation ever." Then, they both laughed their hearts out.
Okaaaaaaay. So that's chapter 1 for you all ^ ^ I am new so please be nice~! Oh, and... reviews are appreciated ^ ^