America's Introduction and Spain's Overprotectiveness

Author's Note: Thank You to everyone who reviewed the 2nd Chapter. I'm glad that you enjoyed it so far and I hope to receive more feedbacks from everyone. Again, Hetalia does not belong to me, only my OC!Philippines. ENJOY~!^.^

The sudden slamming of doors behind Philippines had startled her and even before the small country was able to move out of the way of the enthusiastic individual who came in late, the said person had crashed into her causing her to fall over the floor with a loud 'thud' and she felt something wet and greasy fall on her hair.

"SORRY I'M LATE BUT THE HERO IS HERE~!" A blond man with striking blue eyes exclaimed and then noticed the petite nation sprawled on the floor. "Hey what are you doing?…ACK! MY HAMBURGER!"

The room came to a sudden silence while the late comer mourned for his hamburger. Philippines could feel her face burn both from the fall and embarrassment but she was quite glad her face was covered with her long hair.

"Is she alright, Ve~?" Someone faintly asked and she heard a "Shhh, Italy…She's fine."

'This was just too embarrassing... God, If you really love me, please take me now…' The small nation prayed and silently pushed herself off the floor.

"PHILIPPINES~! HIJAAA~!" Antonio rushed to her side in a flash and helped her up. "Oh mi amado Dios~! Are you hurt, Hija? Let me look at you."

"Huh? Philippines?" The newcomer stared at the nation in Spain's arms before someone smacked a thick folder on his head.

"OWW~! IGGY! DON'T HIT ME! STOP!" He exclaimed.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT! YOU BLOODY GIT!" The first thing that Philippines noticed about this man was his huge and thick eyebrows.

'Whoa…Those look like HUGE CATERPILLARS...' She gaped at the man who was dressed in a brown suit and a paid red tie.

"HAVE YOU NO MANNERS! I TAUGHT YOU BETTER THAN THAT ALFRED!" The man stopped hitting the other nation but continued ranting at the other blond man who was grinning and rubbing the back of his head.

'Alfred? That name sounds familiar…'

"Sorry, England…" He laughed sheepishly. "I just didn't see her…"

'Ohh…so that's England…'

"This is what happens when Angleterre tries to raise Amérique by himself…the outcome is…quite sad" It was another blond who had had spoken in a French accent. He had shoulder length hair, startling blue eyes and a flirtatious smile. He caught Liza looking at him and he winked at her causing her to blush.

"SHUT UP YOU BLOODY FROG!" England shouted at the blond man near her and Spain. "And for the sake of the new country, FRANCE, stop harassing the poor girl!"

'…so that philand—err—man is France…'

"Hija…Let me see your forehead…" Philippine's attention shifted to Antonio when he brushed her hair away from her face as best as he could and frowned at the reddening spot on her forehead. Liza merely flashed a smile at her Papa…He was such a loving parent to her.

"Tell me, Hija. Does it hurt?" He caressed the sore spot and studied Liza's face for any discomfort. Philippines shook her head and patted her Papa's hand away. She released herself from Antonio's arms and touched her forehead.

"I'm fine Papa. I've gotten worse bruises than this…" She told her father reassuringly. "I'll just place some ice on it and it'll be fine…" She felt something on her slip off her hair and unto her back. She tried to smell her hair and she flinched.

'I just washed my hair and now it smells like a Hamburger from McDonald's …Ewww…'

Philippines tried to reach whatever was on her back and she felt something warm come in contact with her hand. She pulled back her hand and turned around. The face of the smiling blond man who had knocked her down the ground a minute ago was only a few centimeters from her face.

"Eekk~!" Liza made a surprised sound and she moved back only to stumble on Antonio. She felt Antonio steady her and she was thankful for her father being behind her. "What are you doing!"

"Apologizing... I'm sorry for running into you." The tall blond apologized to her. "Also, Heroes are supposed to help those in need so…I'll be YOUR hero…Sinta …" He grinned at her.

"A-ano!" Philippine's eyes grew large at the endearment and she felt her face heat up.

'How does he know my language! The only countries that ever bothered to learn my language was Spain and—"

"I am warning you, América…" Antonio growled and she felt his hands grip her shoulders. She noticed that England, France and the other countries were staring at them; the scene had caught their interest.

'Someone help me?Anyone?'

"This is getting good…" A young woman giggled into her hand as she held something looking like a video camera in her hand other hand.

'…What? A V-Video Camera!'

"Elizaveta, What are you doing?" A man hissed at the woman beside him.

"Taping of course~! Ever since the new country came today there had been so much drama…I. NEED. IT. ON. TAPE." The woman named Elizaveta returned to tapping the scene.

"You really need to stop doing these unladylike—"

"Sshhhhhhh!" Everyone hushed the aristocrat-looking man who slumped back into his seat.

'Well…so much for hoping…'

Philippine's felt someone grab her hand and she looked at the blond in front of her who was clasping her hand tightly.

"Heh?" came the ever clever response from the petite nation.

"Don't you remember me, Liza?" He was looking a bit upset and his blue eyes looked a bit sad. "It's me. Ame—"

Liza felt her Papa pull her away from the other man but the blond held onto her hand. She looked at her Papa and she saw that Antonio was furious. She had seen that face before and she knows that there will be a fight coming between the two men.

"Don't you DARE touch mi Hija…" the Spaniard growled and continued to glare at the American.

'Oh dear…'

Mi amado Dio s ~ My dear God

Sinta ~ (Lose Translation) My Love/ Darling

Ano ~ What

Mi Hija ~ My daughter

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