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

When Something Comes To An End

The Strong Country of Great Britain and The Colony of The Kingdom of Spain

[[Philippines]]

What a tiring day it was yesterday. England is a monster. He can see and talk to extra ordinary creatures. Scary!

"Oh, by the way... who's Maria?" I asked England as I served him his food.

"Ah, Spain's letter arrived yesterday." England said.

"Yesterday? Why so fast?" I asked again.

"Oh, um... you slept for a day actually." England sweatdropped.

"What?!" I yelled.

"Here. Let me read it." England brings a letter out from his coat.

"We recieved the taxes, and I hope that you won't be too careless again. How did you pay that amount?" England started reading it.

"It's because I payed it, that's why the tax is payed in full. No penny more, no penny less." England remarked.

"You added the riches of the spaniards and church." I growled at him. "Just continue."

"Human name? Well, my human name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. Yours is Maria Clara de la Cruz. Or if you want, Maria Clara Carriedo de la cruz. And okay, you can stay there more." Englnad stops.

"Ugh, I don't know which is your first name and surname anymore." England pinched his temple.

"Maria Clara de la Cruz... Maria Clara is my first name, I have two names. De la Cruz would be my surname." I said.

"Maria, what a beautiful name. It sounds nice as well." England said.

"Thank you." I smiled. "You are the first to say my name, and the first one to compliment it. Thank you."

He looks away, hiding his embarassment. "Hmp. You're welcome."

"By the way, why is your name Arthur?" I asked.

"Do you know the story of Arthur the great? King Arthur?" He asks me.

I shook my head. "Sadly, no." I replied.

"You see, King Arthur..." and he started telling the story of King Arthur. It is a nice story.

(づ▶﹏◢)づ︻┳デ═一 Hetalia!

Spain kept on sending letters every now and then, telling me to go back. Of course I would ask or tell him that I'll stay here more. And then I would make reasons. Not because England told me to, it's because I really want to stay here in my house, in my country. Speaking of England, we're the best of friends!

"Well, atleast that Spain stopped sending letters. It's getting annoying and we are running out of excuses as well." England stands infront of me.

"Maria, go make me that dessert you call halo-halo." Then he demands. Sigh, typical England.

I stood up from my sit. "Well, it is hotter than usual. This is the right time to eat cold food!" I cheered and immediately went to prepare it.

"You know, Veneziano would always make me cook for him because my food are delicious! Also, I'm not scared of trying new food and recipes." I yelled from the kitchen.

England comes to the kitchen and watches me silently as I shave ice for the dessert. "This reminds me of the time when I taught you how to cook. Whatever you make, it suddenly turns to scones or something awful. You have the magic or power to create awful food." I laughed.

"Shut it!" England's face went red.

I accidentaly slashed my finger when I was cutting fresh bananas. "Ah! Bloody hell!" I placed pressure on my index finger to stop the bleeding.