Hidden From The World Of Hetalia.

Tainted. Britain

September 24, 1762.

It was another day with Spain in Manila. Yeah, we’ve been friends with each other for a long time now. I never got the chance to say how I really feel about him though. But, I feel safe and secure in my current state with him, as friends. And maybe as my guardian as well. He gave me my name. My own country name, Philippines. I am forever grateful to him.

We soon got over the whole ‘cave’ incident and pretended like nothing ever happened. He frequently visits me and sometimes comes for a sleepover with me. I’ve never been to his country before. Maybe I will someday… If I ever get the guts to ask him, that is.

Spain patted to the sand beside where he sat. It was a beautiful sunny day. Manila Bay was at its finest today. I could see that he was pleased with the scenery. Of course, this is my capital after all.

“So…” I started as I pursed my lips together, thinking of something to say.

“So….” He continued.

“Um, when can I… Go to your country sometime?” I asked him, looking at the sand and occasionally clutching the three pearls on my necklace nervously.

“Hm…. I don’t know… Whenever you want, I guess…” he looks at me, smiling as he thought about it. “Hey, remember when we met?”

“Yeah, its like this, right? The shore…. The waves… Your ship… Everything…”

“I remember it like it was yesterday….”

“Um, Spain… I have something I’ve been meaning to tell you—“

“Want some churros?” he suddenly asks me.

“Uh… Sure…” I said as I took one from his hands.

“Oh, uh… You were saying something?”

“N-Nothing.”

There was awkward silence as we munched on his tasty delicacy from his country. The calls of the seagulls and the waves tried to break the silence. As we were finally finished, Spain stood up from his seat, squinting. He was looking at the horizon.

An unidentified country fleet was heading straight for us. Spain grabbed my wrist but kept his sights on the massive army of ships. He had a scared look on his face and his legs were shaking.

“Oh no… Britain… Its Britain!” he says as he finally looks at me and shakes me.

I was puzzled. Britain? He never told me anything about this… ‘Britain’. All my life I thought Spain and I  were the only countries in the world. Spain never mentioned anything else to me except the fun times we had and our plans together for adventure in the future.

“Ow! Y-You’re… Hurting me!” I shouted as I squirmed out of his grip and into the water to greet the visitors. I waved my arms above me, my face plastered with the expression of hospitality. These are the newest countries I’ve ever seen, after all.

“Philippines! No!” he said as he tackled me and wrapped his arms around my waist, dragging me out of the water.

“What is wrong with you?!” I snapped as I took his arms off me, my whole skirt wet from my struggle.

“You HAVE to get out of here!” Spain said as he pointed the opposite direction away from the Manila Bay. But he got no further as a bullet was shot in between us, making a hole in the sand.

I looked at the hole then back to the water, they’re here. A blonde figure was in the water, recovering from the tension the trigger gave. He strides towards the shore, the water did nothing to stop him.