the rise of the Philippines | Country Human (My Au) {Rewriting Currently}

Season 2 chapter: 16: Mother & Father.

•|Narrator' POV|•

As Philippines walked inside into a room. A room for his comfort only, The architect of the room was beautiful, With the ceiling being coated into gold. The ground had a red carpet, Leading to a large mirror the edges of the mirror had a phoenix was attached to every edge of the mirror. The ceiling had a Philippine sun attached as it serves as the light of the entire room. The walls were coated in red just like the color of the flag itself, Philippines sat down on the chair with a table in front of him. the guilt of Phil rose upon him. He couldn't help but look in the mirror. The face of a murderer stayed still in his eyes. An art that his brother created to haunt him. The beauty that some might call 'Gods blessing' Was cursed by mankind. Phi stood still as the aroma of his guilt grew larger. He blamed himself for obeying his brothers orders. He only wanted their favor. Not to carry on the mistake. What done is done. Phil clenched his fist. It was like he was clenching on the guilt and fault. He wanted to break down. He wanted to scream for help. But he was silent. It was hard for him to speak his heart out. He trembled in fear. He was disgusted by his face. He looked amazingly handsome yes... But deep down it was a curse that was cast down upon him.

He groaned and threw the hair pin he had. He hated this life of curse. Was this his destiny? To carry the burden left by his bloodline? Was this the future his Mother filled his head with?

Phil pushed the table in front of him out of anger.
He groaned, He was irritated, His family filled his mind with so much dreams. They were his pride. He was too blind to see what they were turning him into. All he had in mind was to please them. To belong.

They filled his head with fantasies that he thought would come true. But... All of it was a lie.

°~flashback~°

As Philippines was sitting down on the chair. Letting his Mother comb his hair. While he makes a flower crown "Mama I will make you proud one day!" The enthusiastic child said to his Mother. Perla chuckled. "Oh you will always make me and our family proud," The gentle and caring mother replied to his son's enthusiasm words. The calming mother kisses her son's forehead. The child chuckled at the affection his Mother shown him.

~Later~

Philippines was holding his father's hand. As they both witnessed the three pastors being executed. Philippines looked at his Father in fear this was his first time seeing an execution. "Papa.... What are they doing?" The curious child asked his Father. He looked down at his son. And smiled. "It's.... Nothing son.... Look away okay?" Kati said (His canon name in this universe is Kati. Katipunan was just his former name in war.) Philippines nodded. He covered his eyes. As they Executed the three pastors. Kati clenched his fist. They killed innocent people. How could they not feel any mercy? Kati thought. He held his son tightly. He swore his son won't suffer any pain. He will teach his youngest how to fight.

~|end of flashback|~

Phil breathe heavily. He remembers does times where they filled his head with fantasies and dreams. All for them to fall down.
He sat down on the floor embracing the cold feeling of being alone. Embracing the memories.

He hugged his knee tightly and he sobbed. His feelings were filled with anger and sorrow. Remembering that day. The terrible day that made his fate be sealed forever.

⚠️ Warning
this scene can be
Viewed as gorrific and brutal
If you don't like those kinds of stuff
Please skip this scene. ⚠️

°~flashback~°

As Philippines stayed in the closet hearing his Mother getting SA'd by Spanish Empire. He heard her plead for him to stop but Spanish Empire refused. This man abused his mother Philippines had to hide for his sake. For his sake not to get killed. He heard her cries. Philippines was traumatized by the experience. After Spanish Empire was done invading his mother. Philippines got out of the closet to comfort his Mother. Perla had a black eye, Bruises, Blood. She was covered in a blanket. Her clothes oh her beautiful clothes were scattered on the ground. She had covered herself in a blanket so that Philippines wouldn't see what Spanish Empire did. "Mama!" Philippines said so scared. Perla tiredly hugged Philippines "shh... It's okay nak.. Mama is alright." Perla tried to smooth his son with words but Philippines was traumatized. He cried on her shoulders. She comforts him. Even after what she went through. She still showed care for his son.

~|End of flashback|~

Philippines remembered that day, He laid down on the ground. He could've done more. More for his Mother....

And

...Father....

Philippines tried to brush off that memory as it was traumatic. He sighed trying to find his inner peace trying not to remember it. No no no. Philippines thought.
He does not want to remember it again. Yes his Father taught him how to fight. But until his bones almost cracked. He and his brothers pressured Philippines to do more. And more and more and more.

They said that the Philippines prime years would be now. But he's experiencing hell itself. His prime years are not what he expected. His ex-friends coming back? His exes also coming back? Having to deal with a bitch. And the revival. He just needed peace without having to remember the past and going insane being of it.
He closed his eyes and started remembering it. His worst nightmare.

⚠️ Warning
this scene can be
Viewed as gorrific and brutal
If you don't like those kinds of stuff
Please skip this scene. ⚠️

°~Flashback~°

As Katipunan was killed by his enemies by execution. Spanish Empire ordered his men to chop Katipunan' remainings. And his men forced Phil to eat his father's remainings. Spanish Empire had the sadistic thought of Philippines eating his Father's flesh and remainings was a cannibalism act. As the forced Philippines to eat it he cried he vomited many times. Before they left him alone. Philippines cried heavily. Looking at the plate that had his father's flesh. His beloved Father. "Papa..."

~|End of flashback|~

P

hilippines broke into screams. He cried out loudly. Letting his pain out that day. He looked at the mirror. Remembering that his Brother's loved his precious hair. He took a vase and crushed it into halves. As he cuts some of his hair off. He sadistically smiled at the mirror. He closed his eyes and chuckled. When he opened them again. He saw his Mother. "... How unfortunate... You hair was so beautiful. Filled with colors... You're dad loved it so much... And so did I...." Perla said. Philippines knew he was imagining. She wasn't here. "... You don't know what I've been through!" He shouted, He looking at the mirror waiting for her response. "Yes, I may not know... But all I know that... You've changed..." Perla replied. Philippines clenched his fist. "YOU'RE NOT REAL!" Philippines yelled. And he slammed the vase to the mirror breaking it. He breathed heavily. He broke down crying he sobbed. He may look like a matured country master. But deep down. he was a child who never had a childhood. A slave of his past.

-outside of the room-

Siala overheard her Father. She felt bad for him. She felt sympathetic for her Father. She opened the door. And ran towards him. She didn't care about the mess. She hugged her Father tightly. Comforting him. As the Philippines cried on her shoulders.

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