Hello World! I Am Philippines! (Hetalia Philippines Fanfic)

The United States of America

The United States of America and The Republic of The Philippines

[[Philippines]]

"Yo, Philippines!" America stood up from his seat and greeted me with a smile as I went downstairs.

Thankfully I fixed myself before coming down, or I'll really look like a mess. A witch.

I only nodded in response, then started going upstairs to where I came from. "Where are you going?" He asks, still smiling as he walks with me and keeps pace with me in walking.

"Room." I plainly replied with one word.

Actually, I want to yell at him so much. He said he'll help me be an independent country, but no. He has other plans.

He lied. He lied to me.

I trusted him so much, because of England's stories. Well, my fault. America was a kid when England told me his story, of course it'll be different now that he's an adult.

If that fight was real and America won, I would be free. I'll be finally an independent country. And I'll still visit Spain and treat him exactly the same, but only this time, not as a maid. But as a friend and a family member.

But it turns out, everything is a fake.

"You haven't eaten yet. I have prepared a feast! Come on, let's go eat!" He says with his cheery voice.

"Not hungry."

"I swear, the food is delicious! It may be different from Spain's food, but it has more flavor and it's very delicous!"

"..."

"It'll all go to waist if you don't come eat with me!"

I stopped and faced him, giving a scowl. "I thought you were a hero, okay? A real hero, because you kept calling yourself as one and you promised to help me be a free country. But no, it turns out you just wanted more power like any other strong nations would do. Sure, I admit that you're strong and have a very strong connection when it comes to trading, but lying to me and-"

"We did it to stop the war. Nobody likes war you know?" He became aweful serious and I was taken aback.

"And Spain agreed because he thinks it is the best for you. As you probably know, no... as you surely know, Spain has weakened and he's tight on budget. Some nation might take you away anytime. Knowing that I'm a strong nation and I have everything, he knows that you'll be safe and more comfortable with me. That is why he agreed to give up you, Philippines."

I might have turned a switch when I said he wasn't a hero because he became so serious.

"And I was so awed and it touched my heart how Spain cares for you!" America came back to being himself.

"That stupid Spain. He doesn't have the right to decide if he's worthy enough for me to stay wih him." I think... that made me calm down for a bit.

Spain... is that how much you really care?

"There you go, a smile!" America cheers.

"Huh?" I was smiling? Unconsciously?!

"Much better! A smile matches you better than a frown or a scowl." He points out. "You're scowl is very scary by the way, don't do that again."

"Now, time to eat!" He pulls my hand and he leads me to the dining area.

My eyes widened and I sweatdropped. "Don't you think this is a lot?"

I just stared at the tons of food placed on the table. Some are in piles, stacks, others are just insanely huge, and the rest have a huge amount of the exact food. I can't eat this plenty! Or can I?

"Help yourself! Everything is so delicious that you would want to keep on eating even if you feel like exploding!" He took a bite of a fried chicken leg.

"Then that's bad." I told him.

"Here, this is a hamburger. It is my favorite, then drink this soda when you feel thirsty." He puts a burger in one of my hand, then a cup of soda in the other.

"I'm not really hungry so..."

"Come on!" He shoves the burger into my mouth.

It's deja vu all over again. Although, last time was scones.

No choice, I took a bite. Oh, wow, it's good. Maybe I was traumatized by England and I hesitated.

I took another, and another, until I finished the whole thing. "It's good, right, dude?" He puts an arm around me.

"Eating contest?" I challenged.

"Sure! But I'm the hero, I win." He says confidently.

The conclusion of the eating contest is... America won. He's a monster! A different kind from England.

"Who knew you were a huge eater?" America says, stuffed.

"Yeah, I didn't know that myself."

"Want another burger?" He offers me one, putting it near my face.

"Noooo..." I groaned.

"Yeah, I can't take another bite either."

"Dude, this is so sick! We ate more than what's prepared!" America pointed out.

"Is that supposed to be cool?"

"It is!"

From this alone, I knew that this place isn't the same as Spain's. This is going to be another culture shock for me...

I just rested on my room for the following hours because I'm so fool that I don't want to even move. And... I'm going to the toilet every now and then. There's a restroom provided here in my room.

The door opens, revealing America. "Yo! Dinner's ready!" He yells.

"What?! But we just ate a ton of food while ago, and we're eating again? Can I just have it as my lunch-dinner?" I told him.

"Nope, skipping meals is not good for your health." He drags me out of the room and into the dining area.

"And eating way too much than you should is not good for our health as well!" I countered.

"Ta-dah! What do you think of the cake?" America asks me.

In the middle of the table, there's a three-layered cake colored red and blue. Then there are white and yellow letterings that writes out, "Welcome, Philippines!"

"It's huge... and... colorful." There's nothing else that I can say, except for one.

"I noticed that you used the colors of my flag. Thank you." I sweatdropped.

"There's more! The food prepared has the same theme! I ordered blue soda, the fries remain yellow, I dyed the fried chicken yellow, I covered the steak with red barbecue sauce, and look! The buns of the burger is blue, the patty is red, the cheese remains yellow, ketchup remains red, the cabbage and vegies are dyed white!" He introduces every food in the table.

"And there are different colored ketchup if you like. And oh, there's pasta and pizza as well, since I think you are accostumed to it. The pasta remains as it is, but the toppings of the pizza are Philippines themed!" He pointed out.

"I think I'm going to be sick..." I tried to take it all in.

"Let's dig in!"