Papa Spain

Author's Note: I don't own Hetalia (I wish I did though) but I own my OC!Philippines(You'll need to read this chapter to know her name). Enjoy~!

"Ahh~!" Philippines shrieked as she glanced at the building's lobby clock.

9:59 AM…

There was a traffic jam nearby and she, being worried of her tardiness for the conference, told the cab driver that she was going to get off. She handed him the fare and made a dash for the building where the World Conference was being held. She nearly slammed against the glass doors in her hurry but luckily the doorman opened it for her. She walked towards the front desk and asked where the said meeting was held.

"Conference Room 3. It's on the 10th floor, Miss." The man said. She thanked him and made her way to the elevator…

"AH~! Please wait~!" She exclaimed.

"WE'RE ALREADY FULL~!" someone shouted from the elevator and with that the elevator closed with a snap.

'Arghhhh~! Why do elevators hate me?' She screamed internally. She decided to go for the stairs instead and ran up. She was already tired from all the rushing that morning but still was determined to go to the damned meeting. She was able to reach the 10th floor and she was trying to catch her breath and walk at the same time. As she made her way to the said room where the conference was held she felt someone behind her.

"Hey! You!" A voice called out to her.

She turned around and was greeted by a man. He was a brunet with cheerful green eyes, a tanned complexion and a smile on his face. She tilted her head to the side and pointed at herself. The man grinned and he made his way towards her.

"Yes, my dear. I was going to ask where the World Conference was going to be held. Do you have any idea?" He asked. The man had a slight Spanish accent and why did he seem so familiar…is that a tomato in his hand?

"Really?" Her eyes widened. "Would you like to go together? I'm also on my way to the World Conference." She smiled at him.

"You look very familiar. Have we met before, Hija?" He asked. He looked at her for a full minute and it was getting quite awkward.

"Uh..Is something wrong?" She asked. This man is looking at her like he was studying her every movement and every detail.

'Why is he looking at me like that?'

"Are you, by any chance a new country, Hija?" He asked.

"Uh. Yes, I'm a new comer. I represent the Philippines." She introduced herself. The man's eyes widened and he smiled.

'Why is he smiling like that? He's kinda creeping me out…'

"PHILIPPINES~! Mi niña~!" He exclaimed and she was suddenly engulfed in a tight hug. He even twirled her a bit and pinched her cheeks. "It's me your Papa Spain~!"

"WHAA?"

This man…This man in front of her was the man who colonized her for more than three centuries and took great care of her. He was also the man whom she fought tooth and nail to gain her independence for many years…but still…she still looked at him as her affectionate Papa and she was his cute little hija.

"Let me look at you hija." Spain released her from his embrace but held her at arm's length to look at her. He smiled and…were those tears in his eyes?

"Philippines…You-you've grown into a beautiful young woman…" Antonio murmured. "I missed you greatly."

Philippines blushed and smiled softly at her Papa. "Thank you, Papa...I missed you too."

Antonio grinned at her. "My little hija is blushing like a tomato~! MyHija is still cute as ever~! Don't worry you'll be Papa's little girl forever~!" He smothered her into another hug.

'Ehh…Papa's still affectionate as always…'

"Ah..Papa, we need to go or we'll be very late for the meeting." She spoke out and Antonio reluctantly released her from his hug. "We'll talk more after the meeting, Papa."

"Alright, Hija. Let's go." Antonio pulled Liza and they made their way to the said Conference Room.

~*~*~HETALIA~*~*~

They came across a two large doors and there was a sign right beside it that said "Welcome to the World Summit Meeting". Antonio was about to open the doors to the Conference Room but there was a sudden tug on his shirt. He glanced at his daughter and he could see that she was quite nervous.

"Pa…Papa?" Philippines squeaked.

"Don't be scared hija." Spain gave her a reassuring smile. "The other countries won't bite."

"But…What if they don't like me?"

"They will like you, Hija. Don't worry…They are nice countries."

Philippines did not say anything and she stared at the large doors. On the other side of those doors were other countries and a majority of them she still hasn't met yet. She glanced at Spain who was patting her back encouragingly and smiling.

"Come, Hija. If the others are mean to you, tell me so I can…have a talk with them."

'…That sounds more of a menacing threat than a normal exchange of pleasantries…'

"Ah…That won't be necessary, Papa…" She felt a drop of sweat on her forehead and she quickly swiped at it. "I'm sure they will be…pleasant." He made his way towards the large doors.

"I'll go in first so I could announce your arrival to everyone. Alright, Hija?"

Philippines nodded and wiped her now cold sweaty hands on her skirt. "Yes. I'll be waiting outside."

Spain disappeared behind the large doors and Liz could faintly hear different voices in the room reprimanding the Spaniard for being late. Antonio was blaming the traffic jam a few blocks away for making him late.

"But if I was not late I couldn't have met my dear sweet little Hija in the hallway." Spain spoke.

'He's making me sound like a little girl…' Philippines sighed. 'I'm 18 for heaven's sake…'

"What do you mean your daughter? I thought you only have male colonies" A British accented voice spoke up.

"Ohohoho~~! You had a daughter, Espagne?" A French accented voice asked. "Then when can I—err—we meet her?"

"Woah! Woah! Tomato bastard! You! Have a daughter colony?" Another voice spoke out.

'Was that an Italian accent?'

"Ahh~ Are you jealous Romano? I still think you're cute~!" Spain cooed. "You're cheeks are like tomatoes~!"

"Stop it you, Bastard!" The person with an Italian accent voice screamed. "Don't touch my cheeks!"

"Anyway, Antonio." The British accented voice interrupted. "Where is your so called daughter?"

"She's waiting behind those large doors."

"WHAT!" It was the French accented voice. "Why don't you let her in already?"

"I was going to introduce her to everyone. She's joining us today and be nice to her! She's quite nervous." Antonio warned.

'Oh well…so much for acting calm…'

"Hija~! Why don't you come in and introduce yourself." Antonio's voice called out to her.

Philippines took a deep breath. "Coming Papa…"

She pushed the doors open and entered the large room. She took a few steps forward and glanced at the countries present in the meeting. She saw her Papa sitting beside a scowling brunette and he gave her an encouraging smile.

Philippines smiled at everyone. "Hello everyone, My name is Maria Flordeliza Magallanes Della Castillio. I-."

The large doors behind Philippines suddenly barged open and whatever she was going to say next was interrupted by someone who held a hamburger and was shouting …

"THE HERO IS HERE!"

Hija ~ Daughter

Papa ~ Father

Mi niña ~ My little Girl

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