Cute 'Liza' Charm

Author's Note: Hetalia does not belong to me (Pfftt..I wish…)only my OC! Maria Flordeliza Magallanes Della Castilio (aka: Philippines). Thanks to those who reviewed. Enjoy~!:D

'I feel like I'm on one of those soap operas back home…' Liza glanced between the two men.

Her Papa and Alfred have been glaring at each other for quite a while now. The petite nation was the only thing that was preventing the Spaniard and American from beating the crap of each other. It seemed that no country is even attempting to separate the two men and help her.

'…Wait…doesn't Papa have a thing for cute things?' Liza thought for a moment and grinned. "I can always convince Alfred anyway so this will be easy'

"Alfred?" Liza asked sweetly and the American looked at the small nation and faintly blushed.

Philippines' chocolate orbs were two times larger than they usually were, her bottom lip was jutting out and she was fingering the cross that she wore around her neck with both hands. Plus, she had that 'please-stop-fighting-and-let's-get-along face' which was too hard to ignore.

"Stop looking at me like that, Liza…" the American glanced at the floor to hide his blush. '…Too…cute…'

"Papa?" Antonio's attention moved to his daughter who turned to face him and he nearly got a nosebleed at what he saw…

"H-Hija?" Antonio stuttered and felt something flowing down from his nose. The Spaniard placed a hand in front of his nose and started talking rapidly in his language. The former colony only heard "…Así que ... linda… Mi hija es tan adorable…"

"Are you alright Papa?" Philippines grinned internally for successfully evading a physical fight between the two nations. Liza tilted her head to one side cutely and threw Antonio a concerned look. "Are you sure Papa? You look flustered…and your nose is bleeding" Philippines pulled out a white handkerchief and handed it to her father.

"T-thank you, Hija…I-I just need a seat…" Antonio took the handkerchief and reassured his daughter. Antonio staggered back to his empty seat beside the brunette who was smirking at him and calling him a 'bastard'. Alfred remained where he was and smiled at his old colony and Liza glared at the American due to annoyance. Liza was pretty sure she did not even look intimidating at all. She felt the greasy hamburger pattie slide down to the floor and there were still some pieces of onions, lettuce and pickles in her hair.

"Hey~! Liza." The superpower grinned at the smaller nation and leaned down towards her. The smaller nation crossed her arms and glared harder at the taller nation that both rescued and colonized her. "Doesn't the hero get a thank you kiss from the damsel?"

"…No…" Maria Flordeliza narrowed her eyes in annoyance and her patience was wearing thin already.

"Aww...come on, Liza~~! Right here would be fine." The blond pointed at his right cheek which he angled towards her.

Liza glanced at the other nations and had noticed that all eyes were still on them making her cheeks to faintly redden in embarrassment. She was sure that Alfred and her banter was heard by everyone in the room since it was deathly quiet and the girl whose name was Elizaveta was still rolling.

'Can you people stop staring at meee~?'

"Alfred, Can you PLEASE stop harassing me?.. and stop calling me 'darling' or 'damsel in distress'?" Liza quietly hissed. "Stop causing a scene... Or else I'll have Papa do away with you." America straightened up and Philippines had the pleasure of seeing the superpower's grin disappear and a horrified expression take its place.

"Wait w-what?" The American asked and made a move to grab his former colony's hand but Liza moved away. "You mean the promise? YOU CAN'T! I don't want to die yet!" He took a step towards the small nation.

"Oh but I can… ." She taunted him. "Remember what Papa told you?" The small nation smirked

Liza had learned in the past that the United States of America was utterly scared of Spain. The superpower might have won the war between him and her father and had bought her for a measly $20 million dollars but the truth was Alfred was absolutely terrified of Antonio. Before Antonio left he had told the American what the consequence was if he ever neglected his beloved Hija…

~*~*~FLASH BACK~*~*~

Antonio narrowed his eyes at the American in front of him and leaned towards the blond menacingly. "I swear upon my life that I will personally destroy your vital regions and bind your limbs and get a horse to drag you through a muddy road full of thorns and sharp rocks if you don't take good care of my daughter…"

Alfred F. Jones' face had been the perfect picture of horror and he looked so small compared to Antonio who lost the war against him. The American gulped loudly and nodded wordlessly.

"Good…"

'Let him forget, Let him forget, Let him forget…' Alfred chanted in his head.

Antonio turned away to leave but stopped and glanced at the blond again. "Oh…and America? I'm a man who keeps his word…"

~*~*~PRESENT TIME~*~*~

"…No…No…" Alfred shuddered at the memory of Spain threating him and he nodded half-heartedly. "Alright. I'll stop…" Philippines smirked at the American knowing that he had given up. "But—"

Alfred quickly pecked Liza on her cheek before she could process what he had done and winked at the smaller nation. "It's still nice to you so, Liza~"

There had been whistles, gasps, squeals and an angry shout from Antonio as the superpower walked away from the flabbergasted nation. Alfred looked smug as he took a seat between two men man whom Liza suspected as England and France. Liza shook her head at the American's persistence and faintly smiled since Alfred was still the caring boss that he was.

' He's still the same reckless, silly Alfred…' She thought while she made her way towards England who was in charge of the meeting.

"Excuse me, England?" She asked the blond with piercing green eyes tentatively.

The Englishman glanced at her. "Yes?"

"Uhmm…Sorry to interrupt, but can I be excused for a moment?" Philippines motioned towards her head—her hair to be exact—which had bits of lettuce, onions and pickles. One of the things that Maria Flordeliza cannot stand was being untidy in the presence of others.

"Ah.." The Brit grew flustered. "I'm apologize for America's—"

"No, no…I'm quite used to his antics…" Philippines reassured. "I know he's quite a handful…"

"Sure, my dear…"England stood up and called the nations' attention. " We'll have a short break and everyone must be back in 15 minutes. Also, we will continue with the meeting—" The Brit turned his head to glare at the American who was busy texting. "—without any more interruptions. Is that clear?"

There was a chorus of 'yes' and most of the countries smiled or welcomed Philippines to the meeting as made their way out of the room. Philippines was about to make her way out but her attention was caught by someone who seemed familiar to her.

"Oh hello there, aru~"

"…Así que ... linda… Mi hija es tan adorable…" ~ "... So ... cute ... My daughter is so adorable ..."

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