Philippines+Hetalia: Gakuen Days Ch. 9

Christmas Break

The class sits in the room impatiently as they look at the hand on the clock. Slowly, the second hand clicks to closer and closer to the twelve. This is not like the wait for the summer break, oh no no no. This is something else. This is the wait for the break that separates the school year in two, the wait so longly anticipated but so longly dreaded because once those shorts weeks are over, so are the student's freedom.

Then the bell rings.

(You are now imagining Hetalia's opening theme song)

"Free at last, free at last!" Korea quotes as he stretches out his arms. "Thank God almighty we are free at last."

Walking next to Korea is Vietnam and Philippines. "Why are you quoting African-American civil rights speeches?" Vietnam asks.

"Because it's winter break, aren't you excited?" he replies.

The Vietnamese just shrugs her shoulders. "It's just winter break, we get out of school for two weeks and come back. What's so special about it?"

"It's special because two major holidays lay between those two weeks: Christmas and New Years. Isn't that something to get excited about?"

"Korea has a point." Philippines says. "We should do something over the break to celebrate that."

"We could always call an Asian club meeting." Vietnam suggest.

"One step ahead of you!"

Around the corner is America, who is listening in on the conversation. "A meeting you say…"

At the Asian Club…

"We are now starting our official club meeting." Taiwan declares as she hits the mallet. "Philippines, you called us all here because you wanted discuss something?"

"Yeah," Philippines stands up, "I was thinking of throwing a Christmas party for the club. Of course I will do all the planning. All you guys have to do is show up!"

"Where will be held at?" Hong Kong asks.

"At my place. It will be on the 24th at 6:00 o' clock in the evening." she answers.

"Sounds like a plan!" Taiwan says. "All those in favor say aye?"

Everyone cheers, "Aye!"

"All those opposed?" There is silence. "Motion carried. Party is all set. Can't wait!"

"A party at Philippine's house." America whispers to himself. Apparently, America managed to squeeze himself in the vents just to listen in on the meeting. He has been doing this for awhile because he hasn't yet gotten over the fact that Philippines didn't join his club.

"We'll see about that…"

=America "Hetalia"=

December 24th, it's Christmas Eve and the day of Philippine's party. The filipina scrabbles around to make sure everything is in place.

"We have the snacks over here and the cake is in the fridge..." she mumbles.

"Philippines stop fidgeting, the party is going to be fine." Taiwan says as she snacks on some lumpia.

"I know. I don't know why I'm fretting like this. It's usually you that frets." Then the doorbell rings.

"That must be them." she passes by Taiwan and grabs her lumpia as she heads towards the door.

"Hey! I was eating that!" Taiwan whines.

Philippines opens the door and lets them in. All the Asian club comes in including Japan and China.

"I hope you don't mind us coming?" China asks.

"Of course not!" Philippines replies. "What's the harm of one or more people."

"I'm so glad to hear that Philippines!" behind the Asians is America. America and a whole bunch of other countries.

"A-Amer…" Philippines begins to stutter but before she could finish, the heard of countries invite themselves in her house.

"Philippines, you invited others?" Korea asks.

"Well, um…"

"That's great!" he says. "More people, more fun!"

As the countries barge in, Philippines spot familiar faces in the crowd. "Philippines!" Hungary runs to the petite country. The country doesn't reply because she is still trying to process the masses of countries entering her living room.

"Oh hey Hungry," Philippines snaps out of her shock. "What-how-why…"

"I guess we came on time. I was worried that America told us the wrong time." Hungary says.

"America?"

"Yeah." she nods. "He's the one that told all of us about it. He said that you knew we were all coming. Were you not expecting us?"

"Of course I was expecting you!" Philippines replies with a lie. "Come on in, make yourself comfortable!"

Philippines smiles and turns around. When she does, her expression twist into pure anger. "America! Once I find you….!"

"Yo Philippines." And there stands America with his perfect timing.

The moment Philippines sees America, she goes on a rampage. "ANAK SA LIGAW!" Once the American notices the furious country, he tries to back away but only gets kicked in the face. "Who the heck gave you permission to invite all these people!"

"Nice to see you too." America responds as he rubs his now bruised face. "You look really good today. Did you get a haircut cause it looks gre-."

"Do you dare try to flirt your way out of this situation! No amount of kissing ass will get you out being pummeled into a bloody pulp."

"I understand that you are angry right now." America says. He tries to look for an opening to escape but only sees a crazy filipina and death.

"When I get done with you all there will be left is-" then an all too familiar voice stops her.

"MIJA!"

"Pa-Spain!" Philippines drops everything turns her attention to Spain. "What are you doing here?"

"If you find out that your mija is throwing a party, then you have to go!" Spain answers.

Behind Spain is Romano. "Lame party…"

"Shut up." Philippines snaps at him. Out of the corner of her eye is America, who by the way, is taking this opportunity to escape. 'Crap, he got away,' she says to herself.

"What are you looking at?" Spain scans the crowd.

"Nothing!" Philippines says. "Why don't you go off get us some drink. huh?"

"Okay." Spain responds. "Come on Romano."

"You can get drinks by yourself, tomato bastard." Romano scowls. "Just get me some champagne."

Spain nods and goes off to retrieve the drinks. Philippines turns and grins at Romano. "You are really hitting the hard stuff." she says sarcastically.

"No one wanted your input." he replies. "I don't even know why I even came here anyways. This party sucks."

"If the party sucks that much, you should leave." Philippines goes behind him and begins to push him towards the door. "Leave now and you'll be one less person I have to deal with."

Romano on the other hand, tries to stop himself from running into something. "Hey watch where you're-!" The two countries run into something which made Romano trip along with Philippines.

"Ahh!" Romano screams and then lands on his face with Philippines landing on top of him. "Get off, fat ass!"

The filipina gasp at the fat comment. "You don't call a woman fat!" then she whacks the rude country in the head.

"Woman my ass." Romano mumbles. She hears what he said and hit him on the head again.

"Great, whatever you tripped on, you broke it." Philippines says at she begins up its pieces.

Romano tries to help her but she flinches away. "Let me see!" he reaches around her and snatches the broken pieces from her.

It is a piece from a small rocking horse. "Is this that rocking horse that I gave yo-" Romano starts to say.

"Yeah" Philippines cuts him off as she steals back her horse. "What about it?"

"I can't believe you kept it for all this time…"

"Of course I did, it's the sweetest thing you ever made for me…" The two stand there in silence. Before they could speak, someone interrupts them.

"I GOT EGGNOG!" Spain announces his great accomplishment. Leave it to Spain to diffuse an awkward situation.

"I'm just gonna go now." Romano grabs some eggnog and wanders off.

"What was that about." Spain says as he watches him walk off.

"Nothing." Philippines takes the drink from Spain and begins to send him on his way. "You should go out and enjoy the party."

Spain turns around and stops the pushing filipina. "Not before I give you your Christmas present!"

"Spain, no-"

"Don't reject it." Spain says. He pulls out a box wrapped in shiny red paper. "Please, just open it."

Philippines sighs and takes the present. She rips of the wrapping and opens the box. "Spain, I-I can't believe it…"

Inside is a beaten up old doll. One of its button is missing and is replaced with a crooked X and you can tell it took many years of beating.

"I can't believe you found the doll you gave me so long ago. It-it's beautiful. " Philippines radiates with joy. She rushes to the Spaniard and give him a great, big hug.

"I found it in the storage room right after you left the house to go with America." Spain explains. "Each year I told myself I would give it to you on Christmas when you came over to visit…"

Philippines knew how this story would end because she never came back home since she left Spain's rule.

"Never mind that." Spain notices the guilty face on Philippines. "I'm glad to return it to it's rightful owner."

Then he takes Philippines hands and kisses them."Merry Christmas, mi hija."

"Merry Christmas...papa."

=Spain "Hetalia"=

Philippines sets her doll on the mantle above the fireplace. For a moment she almost forgets the predicament she is in. Almost.

"Watch out!" someone warns. A dart whiz by Philippines face and lands on the target next to her.

"What the hell was that!" she screams.

"Darts, duh." the country replies.

"Get out of the way!" another country calls. Philippines looks toward the stairs and sees the coming down it on a mattress.

"What are you doing!" she yells at them.

"What it's to you?" one of them asks.

"I'm the owner of the house." she answers.

"Oh, cool party." they leave to slide down the stairs again.

Philippines gives up on them and head to drinks. As she walks, she notice people hang from the chandelier and singing karaoke from the rafters. But, does she do anything? Nope. Her once happy mood is over and she hopes that a bottle of tequila will bring it back.

"What's your poison?" the bartender asks.

"Tequila on the rocks." Philippines orders. "Wait, I didn't hire a bartender."

"Someone just told to come to this party to bartend." he says.

"You know what," she sighs. "Make that a double."

"Hitting the bottle I see." a certain Brit says.

"At least I'm not the only one." Philippines looks at the beer in England's hand.

"It's all these party done in Hetalia style." he says. "Makes you want to drink to the point of amnesia."

Philippines a swig of her tequila. "I better get a chance to kick America's ass before I hit that stage of rock bottom."

"What did he do this time?"

"Being alive."

England smirks at her response. "Yes, the worst sin of all."

"I don't know what his problem. He always finds a find to get under my skin." Philippines

orders another shot of tequila. "I don't know why he does this to me."

"It's obvious that he wants your attention."

"I'm not worth that much trouble."

"Of course you are. You're cute and strong willed. You not the brightest light-bulb in the box but every other aspect of you overrides that."

"Wow, you must be really drunk to be spewing words like that." Philippines laughs.

England laughs with her. "Yeah, that must be it." He sighs with relief on the inside. 'Well...that was close…' he says to himself.

=England "Hetalia"=

Philippines staggers around the roof of her home. After having a karaoke battle with England and throwing up after her drinking contest with Germany, the filipina decided to go outside to get some fresh air. She she leans over the railing to get rid of the last pints of vodka.

"Enjoying the party?" someone asks.

Philippines turns and see the person she's been searching for all night. "Amer-hmph-ica?! I found you!" She makes a swing at his face but misses. America quickly stops her from falling on her face.

"Philippines, give up, you're too drunk." America sets her down on the bench.

"I'm never drunk!" she say as she tries to stand up. All the blood rushes to her head and she falls back in her seat.

"Of course you're not" America grins.

"There you are, grinning."

"What's wrong with that?"

"I hate it when you grin, you look handsomer when you grin."

America grins even wider. "I never knew you felt that way."

Philippines whacks him in the arm. "That wasn't suppose to be a complement!"

"Okay okay!" he laughs.

"Stop it! Stop it!" she continues to hit him as he continues to laugh harder. "This is why I hate you!"

"Fine, fine, I'll stop."

"Good I don't think my heart can handle another smile."

"What does that suppose to mean." America asks.

Philippines looks at him and sees he's staring right through her eyes, making her feel exposed and naked. He always use to do this when she was living with him and she left just before she could completely fall those deep blue eyes.

"Nothing…" she says. A silence follows.

"You should get back done there before those countries burn down your house." America breaks the silence.

"Yeah." Philippines replies. "I should. But don't think you're going to get away with what you did today."

"Of course." he said. "Have a merry Christmas, Philly."

"Merry Christmas, jackass." before America could respond, Philippines leaves him outside on this cold Christmas Eve.

(You are now imagining Hetalia ending theme song)

=Long time no see! It's finally summer break in America so I will be able to update faster...hopefully XD. Review!=