Hidden From The World Of Hetalia.

Besieged. America.

It was a hot sunny day. I grudgingly fanned myself faster for fear of melting in the afternoon sun. Oh, how I wish the sun would just leave me alone and simmer down for a while. The paper fan unwillingly flaps in the air, trying its best to keep me sane. I was under a tree overlooking the sea once again at Manila Bay.

I had nothing better to do. People were probably sleeping in this time of day for a siesta or something. I wasn’t sleepy at all. My sights belonged to the sea. And it’s the only road of travel I have ever seen so far. Not many ships travel here. And each one of them I greet with uncertainty after that fiasco with Britain before. Especially when Spain isn’t around with me today.

Oh, well… I might as well force myself to sleep then. I tried imagining clouds, stars, ANYTHING that would help me drift into a daze. Hm, should I try counting sheep in my head, as Spain told me? I relaxed my eyebrows at the thought of it and occasionally, a breeze helps me give in to slumber.

For me to what seemed like minutes of meditation, I hear loud, muffled voices on the shore. I could distinguish them from the sound of the waves alright. They were too darn loud. You know that feeling when you feel like you haven’t had enough sleep at all and you just wanna punch that thing keeping you awake to bits? Yeah. Just saying.

I opened my eyes, sitting up straight from the trunk of the tree to see a familiar face arguing with a new country ten feet away from where I was. Behind them, a huge army of ships was there to back them up. This has something to do with Spain, I suppose. Why must he always choose my place as a battleground?

“I’m telling you, Cuba is with me! And he always will be!” Spain shouted as he pointed a threatening finger at the newcomer.

“Well, based from what I’ve seen, Cuba isn’t happy with you being all high and mighty!” the other snapped back, his soldiers from their ships cheered at his comeback.

“Well excuse me, Mr. Americano! I have full and definite control over him. What gives you custody to take him away from me?” Spain now has his arms on his waist, his other soldiers cheered too. Soon, the people on the ships from opposite sides of the country were cursing at each other.

I finally stood up and walked furiously in the middle of the two countries, waiting for an explanation until I looked at Spain, my arms crossed. I huffed and that’s when he knew he needed to say something.

“Well? I’m waiting. What trouble did you bring to my country now, Spain?”

“You see, America and I have gotten into a fight over Cuba and…. I sorta..” he said as he rubs the back of his neck, stalling.

“Aaaaand?” I asked, leaning closer to him.

“Dude, you’re Philippines?” a loud voice from behind me said which made me turn around. I looked at ‘America’ from head to toe. Blonde hair, blue eyes… He’s no different than Britain. And I should see no reason why I mustn’t take precautions with this one. I didn’t reply and looked back at Spain.

“And what, Spain? You did what?!” I asked him once more.

“Ha! Spain lost a bet and now you belong to me!” America said which made me as stiff as a board. Did I really hear clearly before? Spain bit his lip and tried to gulp his guilt down. I curled my hands into a fist but relaxed and turned it into a palm instead… AND SWIPED IT LIKE A MATCHSTICK ON HIS FACE.

He was surprised but he deserved it. How could he have just given me away like that. Its just…. Overwhelming. I mean, the hatred for Spain now. How could he bring me back then? Never?

“No.” I said, looking back at America. “Bet or no bet… I will decide whether I’ll be submissive to you. For now, I’m on nobody’s side.” I looked back at Spain as I said the last sentence. Spain watched me walk away with guilty eyes as people from the America’s ships began to ‘Ooh’, calling my bluff.