Unknown Connections from the Past | AU Countryhumans Fanfiction

《PROLOGUE》

PHILIPPINES' POV
(Nearly 19th Century)

"Hey, peasant. Get up."

I heard those echoing words coming from a guard, followed by footsteps that were getting louder. I was too weak to open my eyes and move my body. I'm in pain. I tried to raise my head slowly but it just felt so heavy.

 "HEY! DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT I'VE SAID, PEASANT!?"

The metal bars of my cell rattle, telling me that a soldier opened it and entered inside. I saw a shadow from behind. He stopped there and kicked my back to force me to stand up.

"STAND UP, I SAID!"

He repeated himself with anger.

I forced myself once again. Or else, I'll get hit by them. I put my hands on the floor and pushed myself upwards. My arms still hurt. Agh, fuck. Aray. With all that effort, I only ended up sitting.

The soldier pulled my collar up and carried me as high as him. I was blinded by the bright light from the ceiling. Too dizzy to look around. I cannot recognize the face of the soldier holding me. "Don't be so slow, peasant." The whisper I heard from him. I can sense irritation from his tone.

I don't want to cry, even though I feel like it. Please, enough of this suffering. I have had enough.

When I arrived in another room, they dropped me on the cold floor. It is familiar. I was brought here in the previous nights to be asked questions. I gazed up at him. The owner of our land. He was wearing a gold, tight silk suit with a thick robe out of feathers and leather. They made him appear like so gigantic. He was sitting on his chair, whose legs were crossed together and his hand was on his chin. I looked at his smiling eyes—those evil ones.

"Are you ready to answer my question?" he said and grinned.

I remained silent, despite knowing this ill anger him.

He leaned forward and put his hands together on his lap, "where is your father?"

Always... asks... for my father...

"Where?!"

I flinched at his shout. My sight blurred and my fingers grip on the floor. Then, I heard him going close.

Spanish Empire bent down to me and asked again. "Where is your father?"

I don't know...

He placed his finger on my chin, compelling me to look up at him. "Where is he?"

"Hindi ko po alam." [I don't know.]

He turned his head to his soldier. "What did he say?"

A soldier answered him, "He said he did not know, your highness."

He nodded his head multiple times and removed his hand from my face. He laughed sarcastically too. "Hm. You did not know, huh?" He slapped me so quickly and hard before I could even dodge. It's burning on my cheek. The sound echoed in the room. "I'M ASKING YOU ONE MORE TIME, KID. WHERE IS KATIPUNAN?"

"HINDI KO ALAM!" [I DON'T KNOW!]

"He said the same, yo-"

And gave me another slap.

He hissed, stood up, and turned away from me. "MIERDA!" [FUCK!]

I squirmed in pain on the floor. I want to shout my father's name for help. I want to be out of here. But, is there anything else I can hope for? I've prayed for help for years now... but nothing has changed.