creds: ThatDuckInParis
thanks for letting me using your plot ;)
warning/s: angst
–very short chapter idek
"America... I cant... I cant give away mi hija..." Spain looks at him at the other side of the table; his lips quivering in nervousness as America rapped his fingers on the wooden table.
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"Too bad Spain... I can offer you mountains and mountains of dollars," America stood up, pushing his black leather chair back as Spain gulped, clutching his cup of tomato juice tightly like it was about to break.
"And I've heard you'll do ANYTHING for that. All I'm asking you is to give Philippines to me, so I can be the hero for her, and you take your dollars. Simple isn't it?"
"But America," Spain reasoned. "Do you realize that you're lying to her? If she finds out, you'll break her heart. She's a delicate flower."
shout out to ThatDuckInParis again for helping me with that lil dialogue ^^
"She can never know."
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Philippines walks towards Spain and wraps him in a tight embrace before letting him go, tears were forming as Spain quietly shushes her down. "Mi hija, please don't cry... I love you so much it hurts me seeing you cry."
"Papa Spain," She said; her voice cracking as tears start to run down her face. "D-Don't leave me."
"I'm sorry..." Spain said as he leans down and kisses her forehead before walking towards Intramuros. He turns around and gave Philippines one last smile.
"Until we meet again."
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