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

The Western Life

The United States of America and The Republic of The Philippines

[[Philippines]]

"Is Canada coming to visit?" I asked.

"Who?"

"Canada."

"Who?"

"Canada." I raised my voice.

"Who?"

"Canada!" I yelled.

"Oh, he's busy. He can't visit right now." America replies, then hums.

Is this how americans treat their siblings? Or just him? Poor Canada. Romano and Veneziano is a different case.

"By the way... why do you call me Piri-chan?" I asked.

"I have a friend and he's japanese. In their language, the letter 'L' doesn't exist and they exchanged it with 'R'. Philippines. I took the first five letters and well, came up with Piri-chan." He explained.

"What's the -chan for?"

"Just to add cuteness." He replies.

"Uh, okay?" I sweatdropped.

"By the way, what is your human name?" I asked.

"Me? Alfred F. Jones! The number one hero!" He smiles and posed like the superhero, Superman.

"How about Canada?"

"Who?"

"Nevermind. I'll ask him myself." I should've seen that coming.

"And what about your name?" America asks.

"Maria Clara de la Cruz." I smiled back.

"What a long name. Mareia Clara di ra Crust? What is again?"

I chuckled at that. "Maria Clara de la Cruz." I said it slowly.

"Okay, I get it now! Mario Clearo de ja Cruv!"

"Uh... no." I sweatdropped.

"What? Okay, one last time!"

"Maria Clara de la Cruz."

"Maria Clara de la Cruz." He paused for a moment.

"Yeah!!! I did it! I said it right!" He cheered.

Is my name really that hard to memorize?

He suddenly lifts me up from the ground and hugs me. "I did it!" He yells.

"Aaaah! Let me go, America! Let me down! This instant!" I yelled.

"I'm a hero!" He spun around, making me spin as well.

"I think I'm going to see my breakfast soon..." I covered my mouth.

America finally puts me down and I slumped on a couch, feeling dizzy. "Don't do that again please..."

"Why not?" Then he carries the couch I'm on with one hand.

"What?! Put me down!" He's crazy strong.

"Hyahahahahaha!" He laughs and puts the couch up and down.

"Alfred F. Jones!!! Put me down this instant!" I hugged the couch to death.

"Okay!" He finally puts the couch down and I feel so tired and sick.

My stomache grumbled. "Uh-oh..." I ran going up to my room and into the restroom.

"Are you alright there, dude?" I heard America from the outside.