WAR (Amephil)

All Our diffrences

"Please listen."

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I'm having a hard time translating shit here so please just pretend that everything they say here is tagalog :)

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/June of 1898
Filipinos declaration of their freedom/

Phil's pov

"Nakikiramay ako..."
(My condolences..)

Phil snapped out of his daze when he saw a young woman infront of him.

"S-salamat sa pag bisita.."
(T-thank you for visiting..)

Phil replied absentmidedly not knowing what to do.

He was drained

Tired and suffering.

Taking a look at his father's grave he let out a tired sigh.

Without him he was lost.

He clenche his fist tightly.

What was he going to do now?

He lost both his parents. And he had a country to take care of and he sure as hell has no idea what do do first.

Everything was a mess.

A tear slid down from his face making him sniffle.

"Wag ka nga umiyak."
(Stop crying.)

He felt someone take a hold of his shoulder.

"Mukha kang tae."
(You look like shit.)

Martial deadpanned.

"Tumigil ka nga ikaw nga rito ang mukhang tae eh."
(Oh stop, your the only one who looks like shit.)

Del pilar slapped the back of his brothers head annoyed.

"Puta! Ang sakit non'!"
(Fuck! That hurt!!)

Phil sighed and smiled weakly watching both of his brothers bicker.

Atleast he had them..

"Tumigil na nga kayo.."
(Can both of you just stop..)

Phil groaned.

"Mu-multuhin talaga tayo ni papa kung palagi kayong nag-aaway."
(Dad's going to raise from the dead if both of you keep bickering.)

Del rolled his eyes and flicked martial's forehead.

"Alright you little shits.."

Del sighed and turned back to his fathers grave.

"Umuwi na tayo..."
(Let's go home..)

Phil nodded turning around and scurrying away with his brothers.

They walked back to their old and empty house feeling defeated despite winning the war.

But did they really won?

It didn't feel like it.

Phil looked around the worn down house his heart sinking.

He used to remember the sweet smell of sampaguita everytime he got home.

He was used to seeing his parents laugh and play around gazing onto each others eyes lovingly.

But everything now was just dark and down right depressing.

He let out a sigh.

"Come on let's fix everything up."

They had full control of their country now.

So what were they gonna do?

~*~
/treaty of paris/
/december 10th 1898/

Your Pov
(Reader insert bcs why not? UwU)

You begrudgingly watch as America signed the contract without any sign of guilt nor remorse across his stoic face.

You hated how he was so calm about all this.

You continued to glare forward.

"Fuck this."

You growled storming out of the room before you lose your shit.

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"You stormed out."

You scoffed and lit your cig.

"I kinda wished you'd lose your shit inside tho."

You inhaled feeling the smoke fill your lungs.

"Real mature."

You replied glaring at America.

He rolled his eyes and took the cig away from you.

"HEY!-"

America threw it to the ground and stepped on it.

"This isn't healthy."

"Since when do you care?"

"Since the day you saved my ass from that bomb."

You let out a grunt and stayed quiet.

"Y/N i know your pissed-"

You laughed sarcastically.

"Pissed? I am not just pissed."

You replied angrily.

"Never ever in a thousand years would i even think that you were like this America."

You shook your head disappointed.

"Can't you see? They're people too."

America looked away.

"This isn't a game."

You sighed.

"You sure as hell know that."

You rubbed the bridge of your nose frustratingly.

"But i trust you."

America looked down at you.

"I just hope that you don't screw this up."

You smiled back at him.

Let's just say that you spoke too soon.

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A/N

I am not dead people.