[fanfiction] Hello Daddy - 3
Title: Hello Daddy
Warnings: CRACK filled, sort of AU-ness (for twisting of history), mind numbness, spawn theorisms, some language
Pairings: Piri-pimpage
Rated: T
Characters: OC!Piri, the 3 Island-groupings of the Philippines, America, Canada, England and Australia mainly
Summary: Maria cannot imagine what the world would be like if she didn’t have her three beloved sons by her side. One day, it struck her on how different her little angels looked from each other. Dying of curiosity, she calls for help of a few trustworthy men to investigate on just how they came to exist.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except this little idea, which may or may not make you want to kill me. OTL
Preview: After finishing the food and cleaning up, the six nations and three island-groupings walked back towards the Spanish-Mexican-Filipino structure that was the Philippines’ house.
When everyone finished showering, the grown nations met in the living room. A silent understanding passed through all of them when they realized what day it was today.
“Two more days ‘till the Summit,” Alfred said uneasily, confirming the date floating about in everyone’s thoughts.
Maria pursed her lips in irritation. She was very wary for what may happen to her three sons. Very wary indeed.
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The beach was completely empty today, save for a group of nine people now setting up and getting ready for a relaxing day in the sun.
Maria had them all awake by eight in the morning for a particular reason. Although that reason is yet unknown to the others. But no one dared to complain. She had not said anything at all since yesterday, when Arthur asked her sons to join the adult nations on their trip to their yearly Summit.
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Yesterday morning
“So how would you like to join us on our next Summit in Monaco?” Arthur asked.
Three eyes blinked, obviously puzzled by his request. “Why, Tito Arthur? Are we going to be trained or something?” Luzon inquired, thinking this was some sort of business matter and they were teaching them to handle it in the case of Maria or Juan’s absence.
The Englishman chuckled and said “No, no. We just thought... You know. It would be a good experience for young lads such as yourself.”
“But isn’t it supposed to be just for adults?” Visayas added.
“My, you sound like as if you don’t want to go!” Arthur countered, a surprised look on his face.
“No! It’s not that. It’s just that... We’ve never been to one before.” the eldest explained.
“Well then, what are you waiting for? Seize this opportunity boys. And don’t worry, you wouldn’t have to attend any of the boring meetings,” he assured.
Two faces split into wide grins as Luz and Vi agreed with glee. Minda simply nodded his head, looking bored with the matter. On the inside, he was just as excited as his two brothers. Maybe even more, but he refused to show it.
Arthur smiled at them and ruffled Minda’s hair, much to his irritation. “Great. You boys can go now,” he told them.
After they filed out of the kitchen, England turned his face to Maria and instantly shivered. Her face was absolutely straight and her deep brown eyes bored into his.
After a few spine-tingling seconds, Maria proceeded to clean up all the plates on the table then dump them in the sink with carelessness. Then, she started scrubbing and swiping the plates with such speed and force that the men in the room thought she might break them.
Juan expected this. He faced Arthur and made a hand gesture for him to get out of the room quick. Taking the hint, he swiftly and silently left the vicinity and retreated to his room where he would hide himself for a decent amount of time, maybe 3 hours would do.
He motioned for the others to get out too. Together, they crept out of the kitchen and slowly made their way out to of the front door.
Closing it behind him as quietly as possible, Juan nervously asked “Who wants to go for a long walk around the neighborhood?”
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Maria had a smile on her face today, which scared every one of the grown men. They were unsure of how she was really feeling on the three island groupings coming with them, and quite frankly, she’s making it extra difficult to read her decision.
And so, everyone busied themselves with something. Be it fixing the chairs and towels, double checking if all the food was there, putting on some suntan lotion or testing the temperature of the water.
The boys raced towards the ocean, already in their swimming trunks. They screamed and splashed in the sparkling water. Juan shouted “Be careful not to step on anything sharp!”
Arthur laughed as he watched them ignore Juan’s precautions and wade into the shallow part of the sea. There, they try to push each other down, attempting to see who could get completely wet first. His eyes lingered on Juan, red in the face from screaming like an over-protective mother.
“What was your intention when you asked my sons if they wanted to go with us?” a female voice behind him said. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he whirled around to find Maria standing near him.
With her arms crossed and a raised eyebrow, she said “Answer my question.” Arthur sighed and beckoned her to sit in the shade. Once on the sand, he started his explanation.
“When you’re near Antonio, you get a strange feeling, do you not?” he asked. Maria nodded her head slowly, unsure where this was going. Arthur continued “Well, that is what we are going to use to determine which countries were responsible for their birth. Whichever person they feel the strongest sensation towards would be their plausible fathers. Of course, after narrowing the list down using the information that historian could provide us with, we would have to get a DNA sample to prove once and for all who they really are.”
She nodded her head once more, taking the information in. “Don’t you feel it with me too, Maria?” the blonde man added. She squinted at him. “I beg your pardon?” she said.
“Well, I am one of the countries who has, somehow, shaped you and helped you grow, so I would have some kind of connection too. Not as strong as Antonio’s, but a perceptible feeling is there, isn’t it?” he inquired, his tone bearing just a smidget of plead.
Well, she couldn’t deny that, so she simply nodded again. Smiling, Arthur stood up and walked over to his bag to fish out a bottle of sunblock. He then slathered the white stuff all over himself, except for his back which he couldn’t reach.
“Maria, could you be a dear and help me put some on my back?” he requested. The tan woman stood up and ran her hands up and down the pale man’s back, making him blush slightly. He noticed how her soft fingers caressed the area above his butt delicately before working their way up again.
Thanking her, the blond jogged away quickly before his... bodily reactions could take place. When he reached the water’s edge, he dipped his feet and breathed in the warm, salty air. Arthur relished the smell of the beach since it was rare that he got to visit one.
As he prepared himself to dive, someone heavy knocked him into the water. Sputtering, he lifted his head to see Alfred snickering above him.
The American didn’t like the way Arthur was alone with Maria earlier, and he intended to make him pay for it.
“You bloody git! What do you think you’re doing? Get off me!” the Englishman protested. Alfred simply flipped his hair and walked away.
Positively enraged, Arthur splashed the other with water, making him stop in his tracks. Alfred turned to face him with narrowed eyes.
So he wants a water fight, huh? Alright, it's on.
With surprising speed, Alfred whipped his foot through the surface of the water, flicking a huge amount into the other man’s face.
Soon, a rainbow formed above the two battling nations due to the speed of the water flying in the air. The group watched their epic war, amused at how childish they could be. Daniel and Juan were clutching their sides, painful from laughing too hard.
Eventually, Alfred won. He raised his hands high in victory. Arthur begrudgingly sat back down on the sand, exhausted and completely drenched.
Matthew sat a distance away from everyone else, slightly depressed that everyone seemed to be having so much fun while he was battling an internal struggle that had plagued him ever since he came to the Philippines.
“Matt? What are you doing here, all alone?” a voice in front of him said. Canada looked up to find Juan staring at him with concern.
“Oh! Juan, uhm... I was just a bit tired, that’s all. Did you need anything?” he asked uneasily. Juan furrowed his brows, then sat down beside the purple-eyed male.
“What’s bothering you, man?” the Filipino asked him. Matt jumped, surprised that someone noticed his serious demeanor earlier.
“Nothing,” he lied. Juan continued to look at Matthew. “You, my friend, have been acting very strangely lately,” he told the blond.
Laughing at the truth of it, Matt shook his head. “I dunno, there’s just... a lot of things going through my head right now” he tried explaining.
Juan abruptly stood up then pulled on Matthew’s hand, making him stand up too. “Come on man, this isn’t like you!” Juan declared. He beckoned the Canadian to follow him to where the others were, laughing and screaming in the water.
As soon as Juan got to the blue seaside, he quickly scooped up some water into his hands and splashed Matthew with it. Caught off guard, he stood there then wiped the water off his neck. His face broke into a wide smile.
Eventually, both men were engaged in battle not dissimilar to the one earlier. Everyone started cheering as they expertly circled each other like dogs during play time. The Canadian felt himself relax for the first time in days and basked in the emotion.
He needed to take his mind off that for a while. After all, he was in the Philippines, where the sun shone all day and the friendliest people on Earth lived.
Amidst the drops raining down on him, Matt noticed the absence of the three islands. He held his hand up to signal the smaller man in front of him to cease fire. He turned his head this way and that before asking “Where’s Luz, Vi and Minda?”
The two realized this and snapped their heads towards the beach. Not there. “MARIA! WHERE ARE THE BOYS?” Juan hollered.
After jumping to her feet and seeing that the they had gone missing, the nations flew into trepidation. They scanned the vicinity for telltale voices of three boys, but no one answered back.
Daniel pointed his finger in the direction that led back to Maria’s house and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
All crowded around them and asked where they went. Perplexed, they answered with “We went to get some drinks. We noticed we didn’t have any, so we thought we’d go over back to the house to get water and soft drinks”
Reprimanding them, the adults let their minds relax. The group then sat down in a nearby bahay kubo that was there for public use and started eating lunch.
Everyone looked at how sunburnt Al, Arthur and Matt seemed to be while the rest simply gleamed a deeper sun-kissed shade. Arthur’s was so bad that he practically had a line around his eyes that marked where his shades sat on his nose.
After finishing the food and cleaning up, the six nations and three islands walked back towards the Spanish-Mexican-Filipino structure that was the Philippines’ house.
When everyone finished showering, the grown nations met in the living room. A silent understanding passed through all of them when they realized what day it was today.
“Two more days ‘till the Summit,” Alfred said uneasily, confirming the date floating about in everyone’s thoughts.
Maria pursed her lips in irritation. She was very wary for what may happen to her three sons. Very wary indeed.
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Monaco; three days after the flight
Nine people walked purposely towards the elevator. As the bell dinged and the door opened, they were greeted by the first of the many nations they were about to meet for the Summit.
“Selamat pagi,” a modest and quiet voice told them. Around them, the English nations glanced at the Asian nation, apparently unfamiliar with the male.
Both the Philippines, on the contrary, beamed at him and simultaneously said “Magandang umaga, Brunei,” with familiarity.
Brunei nodded and offered a small smile, his eyes lighting up. Thick, straight bangs hid the other half of his eye, making his face seem smaller. He stood at about the same height as Juan, if not a bit shorter.
Another ding sounded as everyone disembarked on the 43rd floor, the topmost floor which offered a panoramic view of Monaco’s dipping hills and wonderfully turquoise sea. This floor was specially built for the very purpose of World meetings, and it’s owner was very proud to boast such a structure.
Hither and tither, nations of all kinds walked through the floor, meeting with their friends and either discussing seriously or laughing boisterously at a joke.
Juan spotted Poland and Lithuania conversing with Estonia. He eagerly waved his hand in their direction, jumping slightly to be seen in the crowd.
Toris spotted this first and smiled then nudged Feliks, pointing at the black-haired Filipino. The Polak turned his head and spotted him, raised his arms in greeting and beckoned Juan to go there.
Walking over to them, the group was left baffled at such casual behavior between the unlikely countries. Maria stared at his back, wondering when on Earth he acquainted himself with them.
Shortly after, a Spanish accent rang out, calling Alfred. “Gringo! You’re finally here,” Mexico called out, making his way towards them.
“Yo! Alonso, how’s it going man?” Al said, giving the Mexican a manly hug. He then turned to Maria, grinning at the sight of his hermana.
“Maria!” he exclaimed, engulfing her in a tight embrace. Minda slapped Alonso’s hands that hovered just above her prominent butt, on the deep curve of her back.
Vi and Luz couldn’t help but snicker at Minda’s hit as the deep cocoa-haired man massaged his hands, glowering at the youngest island-grouping.
Deciding it was best, he turned back to his American neighbor and engaged him in deep conversation regarding their border.
A sneaky, alluring voice whispered into Canada’s ear, making him jump violently. “Mon petit Mathieu, how long has it been since I last saw you, hmm~?” Francis said, running his hand up and down his side.
Matthew turned quickly, pushing France’s hands away from him and blushed deeply. He really did wonder how the Frenchman’s friends, Prussia and Spain, could put up with such an insatiable man.
“Old frog,” Arthur murmured to himself. He felt himself lucky that he didn’t have any relatives like that. He couldn’t help but laugh at poor Matthew, who was desperately keeping Francis’ hands away from his face and his pants.
Relatives, he thought. Speaking of which, where's-
“Oye, Artie!” a distinctly accented voice said behind him. England turned his head, slightly flabbergasted at the coincidence.
“Iain?” England hoarsely said.
“Who else, mon?” his red-haired sibling replied, grinning from ear to ear.
The Egnlishman approached the man cautiously. Arthur’s emerald green eyes looked into Iain’s apple green ones.
“Creepin’ Jesus Arty, ye're as paranoid as I remember ye! Com' on now, I won' do anythin' painful to ye,” he snorted, knotting the famous Kirkland eyebrows together and throwing his head back like he’s never seen anything funnier, making the gold ring on his left ear twinkle in the light.
Arthur’s face reddened at this and attempted to prove his brother wrong by engaging in what he thought would lead to an intelligent conversation but had it thrown back in his face when the Scotsman slung his shoulder around the thickly-browed man that mirrored his own and proceeded to remind him of every little quirk that has been retained over the period of time that they haven’t seen each other; which was pretty much everything as far as he could remember.
Off in the distance, Maria noticed a particular square-shouldered German, his back facing her and ultimately blocking the woman he was having a conversation with from her view.
She ran and kicked off the ground as she neared him, nearly knocking him off his feet. From behind, she clung to his broad back and snuggled against it. Utterly bemused, the man turned around to inspect the woman now clinging on to him.
“Guten Tag, Maria” Ludwig said, cracking a small smile at her apparent silliness. He unwound her arms around his waist and turned to face her. Maria looked at his white-blue eyes with familiarity when she noticed the tall woman know chuckling at this unusually gentle Germany.
The Filipina regarded the foreign female. She was tall and particularly thin, with platinum blonde hair that nearly looked white. Two turquoise eyes shone through, paired with fair skin and shell-pink lips.
Ludwig turned back to this woman and introduced each other. “Maria, I would like you to meet, Sonja. Sonja, Maria” he said, sweeping his hand towards each one, indicating each other’s identity.
“I am Sonja Bosnjak. Otherwise known as Yugoslavia,” she declared with pride. Something clicked in Maria’s head.
Sometime ago, back in 2003, she saw the news about a country Yugoslavia being dissolved. She looked at her for quite some time, not expecting such a country to be an ex-embodiment. But she supposed that there was a lot more to that than she thought.
Remembering her manners, Maria shook herself out of her thoughts and replied with “Pleased to meet you. My name is Maria Clara de la Cruz; Maria for short and also known as the Philippines.”
Sonja’s mouth twitched upwards at the length of the Filipina’s name. “That is quite a mouthful,” she chuckled good-naturedly. Maria grinned and told the female “I get that a lot,” instantly thinking of Antonio at that moment.
Sonja stretched out a delicate yet firm looking hand. Maria took it in both of hers and shook them, smiling the way only Filipinos could. This smile was returned with equal sincerity.
“I’m sorry I so rudely interrupted your conversation with Ludwig over here,” she said, glancing over at the German fondly. Sonja merely laughed “No, no, not at all Maria. As a matter of fact, you saved me from getting a lecture from him, so I technically owe you one,” she said with a wink.
The tall man frowned at this, which made the two female nations laugh even harder. Giving up, he made a beeline for the conference room, not wishing to be caught up in what he considered 'girly matters'.
After a few more formalities, small talk and surprising tidbits about the similarities between them, Sonja confessed “I find myself to be very comfortable in your presence, Maria. And, admittedly, I have not felt like this in ages.”
“Tell you what, I will take you out for a few drinks tonight. What do you say? To get to know you better,” she encouraged.
Maria looked delighted. She happily nodded her head and beamed at the blonde.
A familiar white-haired former-nation suddenly appeared out of nowhere, resting his hand on the Yugoslavian’s shoulder and asking “Sonja, have you seen West? I thought I saw him talking to you.” Noticing the other woman there, he grinned as his red eyes sparkled.
“Well, well, look what we have here! Maria, good to see you again,” he said, ruffling her hair. “Have you said hi to Antonio yet? I’m pretty sure he’s turning over heaven and earth to find you here.”
Maria rolled her eyes and giggled. Papa could be too much sometimes, she thought.
Suddenly, the hallway grew quiet. Conversations were abruptly cut off as a pale, black-haired nation with glasses walked between the throng. He had his hair tied back in a long braid as an odd curl stuck out in the front. If one looked closely enough, one would swear that that little piece of stray hair glared back at them.
The mirror image of Yong Soo seemed to be walking through the halls. Maria knew well just who this was, despite the outer appearance. Nangigigil is an understatement to what the Filipina felt right now towards this one.
Across the room, Juan glanced over and narrowed his eyes.
The many nations either whispered behind their hands or were silenced altogether. Glares and bewildered looks shot out like laser beams at this man, but he was undisturbed by the attention.
With a solemn facade, Hyung Soo stepped into the conference room.
Like turning the volume of a TV back on, the general buzz of conversation resumed, but all bore the same topic and question: What was North Korea doing in a Summit?
Usually, the Korean man would rarely show up since his boss came along. Ever since then, he had been practically imprisoned. Him and his people.
Just then, a sharp, piercing sound came from within the conference room, silencing the hum of the nations in the hallway.
Ludwig poked his head out with a formidable aura. “We have a problem,” he announced in a grave tone.
The Philippines and many others felt a chill go down their spine as they sensed the urgency in his voice. Immediately, everyone rushed into the conference room, anticipating yet hoping against the worst.
The three island-groupings stood awkwardly on the sidelines. Juan sprinted to them, instructing them to stay in the lounge and arcade off to the left of the hallway. The Summit usually took about three hours, but considering what the German implied, he figured they were gonna be there for at least four.
Apologizing greatly and handing them their keys just in case, he ran through the silver doors and closed it delicately behind him.
Shrugging, Vi started towards the path Juan indicated. Luz and Minda followed quickly, excited to try out the games and see what was there.
With five minutes of muffled footsteps, the boys arrived at the entrance to it. Above the doorframe, a plaque read “Lounge/Arcade”
Minda gave the cushioned door a push and walked in. Soon, he found himself crashing into a girl his age garbed in two brunette pigtails and a light dress.
“Oof,” she said, rubbing her nose. The youngest could hardly believe his eyes. Luz peered over his shoulder and greeted her with “Hey there Leste!”
Looking up, she grinned and flung herself at the three, innocently unaware that Mindanao had frozen on the spot.
“Minda! Kuya Luz and Kuya Vi!” she declared.
“Who brought you here?” the oldest asked, laughing fondly.
“Malaysia and Indonesia did!” she said.
“Would you keep it down there? Wy and I are trying to discuss matters of importance, like me being recognized as a nation!” an arrogant sounding voice resounded.
All four turned to gaze at what seemed to be a miniature version of Arthur. Except, Luz noticed, that this one had sea-blue eyes instead of green ones.
The girl with the same thick brows looked bemused as Sealand told the newcomers to shut it. She turned a straight face towards them and mouthed an apology.
Minda was not pleased. He strutted to this boy in a sailor uniform and demanded an apology. Peter looked up from his place on the floor in annoyance and squinted at this boy that seemed to share his age. He knotted his thick eyebrows as he closed the book he was reading and stood up.
Eye to eye, the two twelve year olds sized each other up. Up and down, they raked each other and assessed critically. They disliked each other, made crystal clear by the way they huffed into the other’s faces.
The middle sibling noticed the look in his brother’s eye mirrored in the pale-skinned boy opposite him. He knew that this was not a good start for someone they just met. He pushed his brother aside as he whispered “Look Minda, don’t go picking fights. You don’t even know this guy.”
Minda tore his eyes away to look at his older brother before nodding his head. Luzon smiled and turned to the blue-eyed male. “So, which nation do you represent?” he asked. Peter’s chest swelled as he proudly puffed out “Peter Kirkland, representing the great Sealand!”
A whistle seemed to pass by their ears as the name came unrecognized. Vi tried remembering if he had ever learned about such a country. Tilting his head, he racked his brain for any piece of information, but he was utterly dumbfounded on the identity of this person.
Wy stood up and made her way beside Peter. He looked up at his friend and gestured his hand towards her “This is Wy, she's a kingdom in Australia,” he introduced. Garbed in a pink over-shirt, khaki shorts, some flowers in her hair and a paintbrush in hand, she crossed her arms over her chest and gave a small smile.
Luzon instantly stuck his hand out and proceeded to introduce all of them. “Hey there Peter and Wy. My name is Juan, and these are my brothers, Crisanto and Manuel. We embody Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao respectively, so you could call us Luz, Vi and Minda. This girl with us is Leste, embodiment of Timor Leste.”
Wy nodded at the other girl, knowledge of her briefed by Daniel. Meanwhile, Peter snorted. Minda glared at him “What are you sniggering at?” he inquired dangerously.
“I’ve never heard of the countries Luzon, Visayas and Mindan--”
“That’s because, together, we represent the Philippines,” Minda interrupted. Peter still looked unimpressed.
Oh boy, here we go, Vi mentally groaned.
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4 hours later, as the Summit was closing
As everyone stood up from their seats, they felt a heavy sensation weighing down in the pits of their stomachs.
The meeting did not go successfully.
One of the countries decided to stand up in the middle of a peace talk and promptly walk out of the Summit. Between all of them, the world understood how that nation had just non-verbally declared it’s international isolation.
As soon as the meeting was adjourned, South Korea was the first to walk out silently, quickly followed by the rest of East Asia.
As the rest made their way out, Juan looked over his shoulder and noticed a particular wavy hazelnut-haired country still rooted in her seat.
Juan nodded to Maria to get the kids while he sorted this out. Maria walked out as the Filipino approached Hungary.
Elizabeta had her head in her hands, apparently ashamed. He carefully stood behind her, hearing her quiet rasps muffled by her hands. He gave a small cough, which made her flip her long hair to face him, slapping him with it in the process.
Stinging slightly, Juan massaged his cheeks. Elizabeta shot him a perplexed look before realizing what she had done to him.
Standing up, she apologized, pulling a scented handkerchief from her military pocket. She lightly massaged his face, making him pink at the childlike treatment.
For a moment, he didn’t really care as he remembered the sweet, floral smell that came from her and the cloth that being held in her hands.
Hungary gave a curt nod before shuffling the papers on the table, preparing to leave.
Juan asked “Why did you decide to stay behind?”
She squinted at him, determining if he was worth telling the truth, or if she should simply leave.
Well, she needed someone to tell and the man in front of her, although she never really talked to him, had a reputation for being sensitive and understanding; unlike two particular German speaking men she knew.
She let out a heavy sigh as she simply said “Toxic chemicals. That man wants some from me for whatever sinister scheme his boss has.”
His eyes blinked in shock, never really seeing Hungary as a country that manufactured deadly concoctions.
His lips formed a grim line, unable to say anything else that wouldn’t either offend the female or tell her something she already knows.
She nodded once more, walking ahead of him. But Juan rushed over to open the door for her. Elizabeta was unused to the gentlemanly gesture, and grew a bit flustered. She whispered a thank you before heading down the carpeted halls, back to her room.
The Hungarian woman smiled and giggled, mentally noting to take more notice of the man’s presence in Summits.
While Juan was in the conference room, Maria walked down the path that led to where her sons would be.
Pushing it open, she found no one inside. A small spark of worry burned inside before she shook her head and reasoned that they must have gone back to the room.
When the Philippines returned to their floor and found England instead of three tan-skinned teenage boys, Maria flew into panic mode.
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They didn’t know how on earth it happened, but apparently the southernmost island-grouping’s brothers, after spending four hours together, went off with the foreign kids to explore what else the hotel had to offer; growing bored of waiting for the Summit meeting to adjourn. Somewhere between the way to the elevator and through the tall and intimidating doors of the various conference rooms, Minda and Leste were separated due to the speed that they were walking at.
Mindanao and Leste found themselves lost amongst the vast hallways. The young boy's heart pounded wildly in his chest as he realized he was all alone, with her. Tired, he suggested “Why don’t we try one of the doors? Maybe they’ll lead to some place where we can sit.”
Leste nodded her head slowly, starting to feel small pain in her little legs. He gingerly pushed the door ajar, scanning the room for a person. The vast room was empty. Minda pushed it wider and gaped at the size of the area.
Little did they know that they just stepped into the European Union conference room, which explained it’s enormity. Up and down the length of a great table, high-backed chairs were pushed into it. Minda beckoned Leste to come in, indicating that it was safe.
The female closed the door gently behind her before plopping down onto the nearest chair, sinking in her seat. She let out an exhausted sigh as she asked “Minda, do you think we’ll ever find Ate Ria and Kuya Juan soon? Or Aussie? Cause my feet really hurt.”
She slipped off her flip flops and massaged her aching feet, causing her skirt to ride up and turn the little boy’s face beet red. Minda knew he needed to take advantage of this moment, predicting it may never happen again.
Sucking in a breath, he put a hand on Leste’s shoulder, trying to look as cool and confident as possible. “Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure all of them are looking for us right this second. And anyways, we’re still in the building. If it gets too dark, I’ll just bring you back to our room so we can wait for them there.”
Minda breathed out, mentally gaping at what he just said. To his immense relief, Leste smiled widely then leaned in closer, telling the male “I’m glad I’m with you then, Minda! I always knew that you could keep calm in situations like this.”
The proximity of their faces was so near that it made his head spin, considering the amount of blood that was rushing to his face. Glancing down at her smooth lips, he gulped and turned away.
He had no idea what force pulled him to do it, but he blurted out “Have you ever been kissed yet?”
WHAT, he internally screamed. Utterly mortified at what he just said, he opened his mouth to say something else, but Leste did not notice this as she put a finger to her lips and pondered on his question.
After a second, she beamed and said “Of course I have! Aussie gives me tons of them!” Minda’s head exploded as he let her words sink into his thoughts. Dejected, he hung his head in defeat. Leste continued, not noticing of Minda's reaction. "Right here," she said, pointing her finger to her cheek.
The youngest island pulled himself together and celebrated. He felt like punching the air and running around in joy, but managed to control this urge. It’s now or never, he told himself.
Pursing his lips in effort, he finally stuttered “S-so... W-would you l-l-like to t-try then-n?” turning such a bright color of red, one would think it was impossible.
“Hmm? What was that?” the little girl beside him asked innocently. Dammit, he thought. “W-would you like to t-t-try a kiss then, just to see what it fe-eels on the l-lips?” he asked, controlling his voice a bit more.
This time, Leste turned pink at his request. She turned her head away, her stomach suddenly filled with butterflies. The boy beside her saw this as a rejection and clamped his mouth shut, mentally throwing every single insult at himself for being so stupid and now Leste would never talk to him again.
Too busy thinking, he almost missed her reply. “I-- Um, sure. If you want to, I mean,” she said, her face growing very hot. Minda’s head snapped up, obviously confused at the statement. He felt as if it all were a dream as Leste slowly looked back at him with a new look in her eyes.
He couldn’t put his finger on it; her face burned with embarrassment, but at the same time had a look of eager anticipation and excitement. Like she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
She slowly leaned forward, closing her eyelids as she went and pursing her lips towards his. Minda tilted his head to the side as to avoid hitting her nose and closed his eyes too. He could feel how close they were. Just a breath away now.
Juan found the path he had come from earlier with Arthur at his heels. He felt around for the strong notion of any of the island’s presence.
The tugging feeling led him to the conference room of the European Union. Confused, he glanced at the man behind him; Arthur shrugged his shoulders. Juan dug deep inside, trusting his gut feeling that one of his boys was here. He reluctantly nudged the entry and peered in before shoving it wide open.
It took him two seconds to register that his youngest son and niece-in-relationship were lip-locked. Upon hearing the door slamming open, Manuel pulled away from Leste, who was still dazed, her eyes shining with stars.
Completely gobsmacked, the Philippines’ stared with wide, wide eyes. His jaw separated from his face. England peered from over his shoulder, just as stupefied at the scene before both their eyes.
“Man...uel?” was all Juan could form in his mouth.
“TATAY!” the little boy exclaimed, jumping to his feet.
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Notes:
Why hello there again! 8D Thank you very much for taking your time to read this -bows-
I hoped that the MindaXLeste scene would’ve turned out better, but damagectrl beat me to it, so the would-be surprise isn’t so surprising anymore.
Oh, btw guys, Sonja is pronounced as Sonia, not literally Son-ja for those who want to know. Same goes for her last name Bosnjak. (If you think about it, it would actually be very logical that they use J for the same purpose of Y. In lower case, it looks like an elongated I, so that might be the reason it’s that way).
Here’s a picture of her:
And her wiki can be found here: http://hetaliafanmadecharacters.wikia.com/wiki/Yugoslavia
Personally, I like her character. She’s one of those very developed OCs and one known and accepted through their country, unlike some OCs you see there. (sorry guys)
And then, there’s Scotland. /spazgasm I swear, I just... Fell in love with him. Here's why:
And I just recently watched a multilingual vid. I love the idea of World Peace and how we could all just stop the bombs so we can get on with our lives (If you actually noted the Summit Emergency scene, that was my reference to the recent NKorea SKorea bomb attacks; HungaryxJuan was a reference to a toxic spill somwhere around Sep or Oct, if I recall correctly. It's completely false that they're requesting it from them, but I'm saying it's plausible)
And so, more crack continues as I insert more wordly drama than needed. Don’t worry, interaction with the candidate fathers will happen soon.
Although I’m making every single possible world cameo/interaction with Piri, I will also have a purpose for them in the story, which will hopefully work out.
Warnings: CRACK filled, sort of AU-ness (for twisting of history), mind numbness, spawn theorisms, some language
Pairings: Piri-pimpage
Rated: T
Characters: OC!Piri, the 3 Island-groupings of the Philippines, America, Canada, England and Australia mainly
Summary: Maria cannot imagine what the world would be like if she didn’t have her three beloved sons by her side. One day, it struck her on how different her little angels looked from each other. Dying of curiosity, she calls for help of a few trustworthy men to investigate on just how they came to exist.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except this little idea, which may or may not make you want to kill me. OTL
Preview: After finishing the food and cleaning up, the six nations and three island-groupings walked back towards the Spanish-Mexican-Filipino structure that was the Philippines’ house.
When everyone finished showering, the grown nations met in the living room. A silent understanding passed through all of them when they realized what day it was today.
“Two more days ‘till the Summit,” Alfred said uneasily, confirming the date floating about in everyone’s thoughts.
Maria pursed her lips in irritation. She was very wary for what may happen to her three sons. Very wary indeed.
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The beach was completely empty today, save for a group of nine people now setting up and getting ready for a relaxing day in the sun.
Maria had them all awake by eight in the morning for a particular reason. Although that reason is yet unknown to the others. But no one dared to complain. She had not said anything at all since yesterday, when Arthur asked her sons to join the adult nations on their trip to their yearly Summit.
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Yesterday morning
“So how would you like to join us on our next Summit in Monaco?” Arthur asked.
Three eyes blinked, obviously puzzled by his request. “Why, Tito Arthur? Are we going to be trained or something?” Luzon inquired, thinking this was some sort of business matter and they were teaching them to handle it in the case of Maria or Juan’s absence.
The Englishman chuckled and said “No, no. We just thought... You know. It would be a good experience for young lads such as yourself.”
“But isn’t it supposed to be just for adults?” Visayas added.
“My, you sound like as if you don’t want to go!” Arthur countered, a surprised look on his face.
“No! It’s not that. It’s just that... We’ve never been to one before.” the eldest explained.
“Well then, what are you waiting for? Seize this opportunity boys. And don’t worry, you wouldn’t have to attend any of the boring meetings,” he assured.
Two faces split into wide grins as Luz and Vi agreed with glee. Minda simply nodded his head, looking bored with the matter. On the inside, he was just as excited as his two brothers. Maybe even more, but he refused to show it.
Arthur smiled at them and ruffled Minda’s hair, much to his irritation. “Great. You boys can go now,” he told them.
After they filed out of the kitchen, England turned his face to Maria and instantly shivered. Her face was absolutely straight and her deep brown eyes bored into his.
After a few spine-tingling seconds, Maria proceeded to clean up all the plates on the table then dump them in the sink with carelessness. Then, she started scrubbing and swiping the plates with such speed and force that the men in the room thought she might break them.
Juan expected this. He faced Arthur and made a hand gesture for him to get out of the room quick. Taking the hint, he swiftly and silently left the vicinity and retreated to his room where he would hide himself for a decent amount of time, maybe 3 hours would do.
He motioned for the others to get out too. Together, they crept out of the kitchen and slowly made their way out to of the front door.
Closing it behind him as quietly as possible, Juan nervously asked “Who wants to go for a long walk around the neighborhood?”
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Maria had a smile on her face today, which scared every one of the grown men. They were unsure of how she was really feeling on the three island groupings coming with them, and quite frankly, she’s making it extra difficult to read her decision.
And so, everyone busied themselves with something. Be it fixing the chairs and towels, double checking if all the food was there, putting on some suntan lotion or testing the temperature of the water.
The boys raced towards the ocean, already in their swimming trunks. They screamed and splashed in the sparkling water. Juan shouted “Be careful not to step on anything sharp!”
Arthur laughed as he watched them ignore Juan’s precautions and wade into the shallow part of the sea. There, they try to push each other down, attempting to see who could get completely wet first. His eyes lingered on Juan, red in the face from screaming like an over-protective mother.
“What was your intention when you asked my sons if they wanted to go with us?” a female voice behind him said. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he whirled around to find Maria standing near him.
With her arms crossed and a raised eyebrow, she said “Answer my question.” Arthur sighed and beckoned her to sit in the shade. Once on the sand, he started his explanation.
“When you’re near Antonio, you get a strange feeling, do you not?” he asked. Maria nodded her head slowly, unsure where this was going. Arthur continued “Well, that is what we are going to use to determine which countries were responsible for their birth. Whichever person they feel the strongest sensation towards would be their plausible fathers. Of course, after narrowing the list down using the information that historian could provide us with, we would have to get a DNA sample to prove once and for all who they really are.”
She nodded her head once more, taking the information in. “Don’t you feel it with me too, Maria?” the blonde man added. She squinted at him. “I beg your pardon?” she said.
“Well, I am one of the countries who has, somehow, shaped you and helped you grow, so I would have some kind of connection too. Not as strong as Antonio’s, but a perceptible feeling is there, isn’t it?” he inquired, his tone bearing just a smidget of plead.
Well, she couldn’t deny that, so she simply nodded again. Smiling, Arthur stood up and walked over to his bag to fish out a bottle of sunblock. He then slathered the white stuff all over himself, except for his back which he couldn’t reach.
“Maria, could you be a dear and help me put some on my back?” he requested. The tan woman stood up and ran her hands up and down the pale man’s back, making him blush slightly. He noticed how her soft fingers caressed the area above his butt delicately before working their way up again.
Thanking her, the blond jogged away quickly before his... bodily reactions could take place. When he reached the water’s edge, he dipped his feet and breathed in the warm, salty air. Arthur relished the smell of the beach since it was rare that he got to visit one.
As he prepared himself to dive, someone heavy knocked him into the water. Sputtering, he lifted his head to see Alfred snickering above him.
The American didn’t like the way Arthur was alone with Maria earlier, and he intended to make him pay for it.
“You bloody git! What do you think you’re doing? Get off me!” the Englishman protested. Alfred simply flipped his hair and walked away.
Positively enraged, Arthur splashed the other with water, making him stop in his tracks. Alfred turned to face him with narrowed eyes.
So he wants a water fight, huh? Alright, it's on.
With surprising speed, Alfred whipped his foot through the surface of the water, flicking a huge amount into the other man’s face.
Soon, a rainbow formed above the two battling nations due to the speed of the water flying in the air. The group watched their epic war, amused at how childish they could be. Daniel and Juan were clutching their sides, painful from laughing too hard.
Eventually, Alfred won. He raised his hands high in victory. Arthur begrudgingly sat back down on the sand, exhausted and completely drenched.
Matthew sat a distance away from everyone else, slightly depressed that everyone seemed to be having so much fun while he was battling an internal struggle that had plagued him ever since he came to the Philippines.
“Matt? What are you doing here, all alone?” a voice in front of him said. Canada looked up to find Juan staring at him with concern.
“Oh! Juan, uhm... I was just a bit tired, that’s all. Did you need anything?” he asked uneasily. Juan furrowed his brows, then sat down beside the purple-eyed male.
“What’s bothering you, man?” the Filipino asked him. Matt jumped, surprised that someone noticed his serious demeanor earlier.
“Nothing,” he lied. Juan continued to look at Matthew. “You, my friend, have been acting very strangely lately,” he told the blond.
Laughing at the truth of it, Matt shook his head. “I dunno, there’s just... a lot of things going through my head right now” he tried explaining.
Juan abruptly stood up then pulled on Matthew’s hand, making him stand up too. “Come on man, this isn’t like you!” Juan declared. He beckoned the Canadian to follow him to where the others were, laughing and screaming in the water.
As soon as Juan got to the blue seaside, he quickly scooped up some water into his hands and splashed Matthew with it. Caught off guard, he stood there then wiped the water off his neck. His face broke into a wide smile.
Eventually, both men were engaged in battle not dissimilar to the one earlier. Everyone started cheering as they expertly circled each other like dogs during play time. The Canadian felt himself relax for the first time in days and basked in the emotion.
He needed to take his mind off that for a while. After all, he was in the Philippines, where the sun shone all day and the friendliest people on Earth lived.
Amidst the drops raining down on him, Matt noticed the absence of the three islands. He held his hand up to signal the smaller man in front of him to cease fire. He turned his head this way and that before asking “Where’s Luz, Vi and Minda?”
The two realized this and snapped their heads towards the beach. Not there. “MARIA! WHERE ARE THE BOYS?” Juan hollered.
After jumping to her feet and seeing that the they had gone missing, the nations flew into trepidation. They scanned the vicinity for telltale voices of three boys, but no one answered back.
Daniel pointed his finger in the direction that led back to Maria’s house and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
All crowded around them and asked where they went. Perplexed, they answered with “We went to get some drinks. We noticed we didn’t have any, so we thought we’d go over back to the house to get water and soft drinks”
Reprimanding them, the adults let their minds relax. The group then sat down in a nearby bahay kubo that was there for public use and started eating lunch.
Everyone looked at how sunburnt Al, Arthur and Matt seemed to be while the rest simply gleamed a deeper sun-kissed shade. Arthur’s was so bad that he practically had a line around his eyes that marked where his shades sat on his nose.
After finishing the food and cleaning up, the six nations and three islands walked back towards the Spanish-Mexican-Filipino structure that was the Philippines’ house.
When everyone finished showering, the grown nations met in the living room. A silent understanding passed through all of them when they realized what day it was today.
“Two more days ‘till the Summit,” Alfred said uneasily, confirming the date floating about in everyone’s thoughts.
Maria pursed her lips in irritation. She was very wary for what may happen to her three sons. Very wary indeed.
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Monaco; three days after the flight
Nine people walked purposely towards the elevator. As the bell dinged and the door opened, they were greeted by the first of the many nations they were about to meet for the Summit.
“Selamat pagi,” a modest and quiet voice told them. Around them, the English nations glanced at the Asian nation, apparently unfamiliar with the male.
Both the Philippines, on the contrary, beamed at him and simultaneously said “Magandang umaga, Brunei,” with familiarity.
Brunei nodded and offered a small smile, his eyes lighting up. Thick, straight bangs hid the other half of his eye, making his face seem smaller. He stood at about the same height as Juan, if not a bit shorter.
Another ding sounded as everyone disembarked on the 43rd floor, the topmost floor which offered a panoramic view of Monaco’s dipping hills and wonderfully turquoise sea. This floor was specially built for the very purpose of World meetings, and it’s owner was very proud to boast such a structure.
Hither and tither, nations of all kinds walked through the floor, meeting with their friends and either discussing seriously or laughing boisterously at a joke.
Juan spotted Poland and Lithuania conversing with Estonia. He eagerly waved his hand in their direction, jumping slightly to be seen in the crowd.
Toris spotted this first and smiled then nudged Feliks, pointing at the black-haired Filipino. The Polak turned his head and spotted him, raised his arms in greeting and beckoned Juan to go there.
Walking over to them, the group was left baffled at such casual behavior between the unlikely countries. Maria stared at his back, wondering when on Earth he acquainted himself with them.
Shortly after, a Spanish accent rang out, calling Alfred. “Gringo! You’re finally here,” Mexico called out, making his way towards them.
“Yo! Alonso, how’s it going man?” Al said, giving the Mexican a manly hug. He then turned to Maria, grinning at the sight of his hermana.
“Maria!” he exclaimed, engulfing her in a tight embrace. Minda slapped Alonso’s hands that hovered just above her prominent butt, on the deep curve of her back.
Vi and Luz couldn’t help but snicker at Minda’s hit as the deep cocoa-haired man massaged his hands, glowering at the youngest island-grouping.
Deciding it was best, he turned back to his American neighbor and engaged him in deep conversation regarding their border.
A sneaky, alluring voice whispered into Canada’s ear, making him jump violently. “Mon petit Mathieu, how long has it been since I last saw you, hmm~?” Francis said, running his hand up and down his side.
Matthew turned quickly, pushing France’s hands away from him and blushed deeply. He really did wonder how the Frenchman’s friends, Prussia and Spain, could put up with such an insatiable man.
“Old frog,” Arthur murmured to himself. He felt himself lucky that he didn’t have any relatives like that. He couldn’t help but laugh at poor Matthew, who was desperately keeping Francis’ hands away from his face and his pants.
Relatives, he thought. Speaking of which, where's-
“Oye, Artie!” a distinctly accented voice said behind him. England turned his head, slightly flabbergasted at the coincidence.
“Iain?” England hoarsely said.
“Who else, mon?” his red-haired sibling replied, grinning from ear to ear.
The Egnlishman approached the man cautiously. Arthur’s emerald green eyes looked into Iain’s apple green ones.
“Creepin’ Jesus Arty, ye're as paranoid as I remember ye! Com' on now, I won' do anythin' painful to ye,” he snorted, knotting the famous Kirkland eyebrows together and throwing his head back like he’s never seen anything funnier, making the gold ring on his left ear twinkle in the light.
Arthur’s face reddened at this and attempted to prove his brother wrong by engaging in what he thought would lead to an intelligent conversation but had it thrown back in his face when the Scotsman slung his shoulder around the thickly-browed man that mirrored his own and proceeded to remind him of every little quirk that has been retained over the period of time that they haven’t seen each other; which was pretty much everything as far as he could remember.
Off in the distance, Maria noticed a particular square-shouldered German, his back facing her and ultimately blocking the woman he was having a conversation with from her view.
She ran and kicked off the ground as she neared him, nearly knocking him off his feet. From behind, she clung to his broad back and snuggled against it. Utterly bemused, the man turned around to inspect the woman now clinging on to him.
“Guten Tag, Maria” Ludwig said, cracking a small smile at her apparent silliness. He unwound her arms around his waist and turned to face her. Maria looked at his white-blue eyes with familiarity when she noticed the tall woman know chuckling at this unusually gentle Germany.
The Filipina regarded the foreign female. She was tall and particularly thin, with platinum blonde hair that nearly looked white. Two turquoise eyes shone through, paired with fair skin and shell-pink lips.
Ludwig turned back to this woman and introduced each other. “Maria, I would like you to meet, Sonja. Sonja, Maria” he said, sweeping his hand towards each one, indicating each other’s identity.
“I am Sonja Bosnjak. Otherwise known as Yugoslavia,” she declared with pride. Something clicked in Maria’s head.
Sometime ago, back in 2003, she saw the news about a country Yugoslavia being dissolved. She looked at her for quite some time, not expecting such a country to be an ex-embodiment. But she supposed that there was a lot more to that than she thought.
Remembering her manners, Maria shook herself out of her thoughts and replied with “Pleased to meet you. My name is Maria Clara de la Cruz; Maria for short and also known as the Philippines.”
Sonja’s mouth twitched upwards at the length of the Filipina’s name. “That is quite a mouthful,” she chuckled good-naturedly. Maria grinned and told the female “I get that a lot,” instantly thinking of Antonio at that moment.
Sonja stretched out a delicate yet firm looking hand. Maria took it in both of hers and shook them, smiling the way only Filipinos could. This smile was returned with equal sincerity.
“I’m sorry I so rudely interrupted your conversation with Ludwig over here,” she said, glancing over at the German fondly. Sonja merely laughed “No, no, not at all Maria. As a matter of fact, you saved me from getting a lecture from him, so I technically owe you one,” she said with a wink.
The tall man frowned at this, which made the two female nations laugh even harder. Giving up, he made a beeline for the conference room, not wishing to be caught up in what he considered 'girly matters'.
After a few more formalities, small talk and surprising tidbits about the similarities between them, Sonja confessed “I find myself to be very comfortable in your presence, Maria. And, admittedly, I have not felt like this in ages.”
“Tell you what, I will take you out for a few drinks tonight. What do you say? To get to know you better,” she encouraged.
Maria looked delighted. She happily nodded her head and beamed at the blonde.
A familiar white-haired former-nation suddenly appeared out of nowhere, resting his hand on the Yugoslavian’s shoulder and asking “Sonja, have you seen West? I thought I saw him talking to you.” Noticing the other woman there, he grinned as his red eyes sparkled.
“Well, well, look what we have here! Maria, good to see you again,” he said, ruffling her hair. “Have you said hi to Antonio yet? I’m pretty sure he’s turning over heaven and earth to find you here.”
Maria rolled her eyes and giggled. Papa could be too much sometimes, she thought.
Suddenly, the hallway grew quiet. Conversations were abruptly cut off as a pale, black-haired nation with glasses walked between the throng. He had his hair tied back in a long braid as an odd curl stuck out in the front. If one looked closely enough, one would swear that that little piece of stray hair glared back at them.
The mirror image of Yong Soo seemed to be walking through the halls. Maria knew well just who this was, despite the outer appearance. Nangigigil is an understatement to what the Filipina felt right now towards this one.
Across the room, Juan glanced over and narrowed his eyes.
The many nations either whispered behind their hands or were silenced altogether. Glares and bewildered looks shot out like laser beams at this man, but he was undisturbed by the attention.
With a solemn facade, Hyung Soo stepped into the conference room.
Like turning the volume of a TV back on, the general buzz of conversation resumed, but all bore the same topic and question: What was North Korea doing in a Summit?
Usually, the Korean man would rarely show up since his boss came along. Ever since then, he had been practically imprisoned. Him and his people.
Just then, a sharp, piercing sound came from within the conference room, silencing the hum of the nations in the hallway.
Ludwig poked his head out with a formidable aura. “We have a problem,” he announced in a grave tone.
The Philippines and many others felt a chill go down their spine as they sensed the urgency in his voice. Immediately, everyone rushed into the conference room, anticipating yet hoping against the worst.
The three island-groupings stood awkwardly on the sidelines. Juan sprinted to them, instructing them to stay in the lounge and arcade off to the left of the hallway. The Summit usually took about three hours, but considering what the German implied, he figured they were gonna be there for at least four.
Apologizing greatly and handing them their keys just in case, he ran through the silver doors and closed it delicately behind him.
Shrugging, Vi started towards the path Juan indicated. Luz and Minda followed quickly, excited to try out the games and see what was there.
With five minutes of muffled footsteps, the boys arrived at the entrance to it. Above the doorframe, a plaque read “Lounge/Arcade”
Minda gave the cushioned door a push and walked in. Soon, he found himself crashing into a girl his age garbed in two brunette pigtails and a light dress.
“Oof,” she said, rubbing her nose. The youngest could hardly believe his eyes. Luz peered over his shoulder and greeted her with “Hey there Leste!”
Looking up, she grinned and flung herself at the three, innocently unaware that Mindanao had frozen on the spot.
“Minda! Kuya Luz and Kuya Vi!” she declared.
“Who brought you here?” the oldest asked, laughing fondly.
“Malaysia and Indonesia did!” she said.
“Would you keep it down there? Wy and I are trying to discuss matters of importance, like me being recognized as a nation!” an arrogant sounding voice resounded.
All four turned to gaze at what seemed to be a miniature version of Arthur. Except, Luz noticed, that this one had sea-blue eyes instead of green ones.
The girl with the same thick brows looked bemused as Sealand told the newcomers to shut it. She turned a straight face towards them and mouthed an apology.
Minda was not pleased. He strutted to this boy in a sailor uniform and demanded an apology. Peter looked up from his place on the floor in annoyance and squinted at this boy that seemed to share his age. He knotted his thick eyebrows as he closed the book he was reading and stood up.
Eye to eye, the two twelve year olds sized each other up. Up and down, they raked each other and assessed critically. They disliked each other, made crystal clear by the way they huffed into the other’s faces.
The middle sibling noticed the look in his brother’s eye mirrored in the pale-skinned boy opposite him. He knew that this was not a good start for someone they just met. He pushed his brother aside as he whispered “Look Minda, don’t go picking fights. You don’t even know this guy.”
Minda tore his eyes away to look at his older brother before nodding his head. Luzon smiled and turned to the blue-eyed male. “So, which nation do you represent?” he asked. Peter’s chest swelled as he proudly puffed out “Peter Kirkland, representing the great Sealand!”
A whistle seemed to pass by their ears as the name came unrecognized. Vi tried remembering if he had ever learned about such a country. Tilting his head, he racked his brain for any piece of information, but he was utterly dumbfounded on the identity of this person.
Wy stood up and made her way beside Peter. He looked up at his friend and gestured his hand towards her “This is Wy, she's a kingdom in Australia,” he introduced. Garbed in a pink over-shirt, khaki shorts, some flowers in her hair and a paintbrush in hand, she crossed her arms over her chest and gave a small smile.
Luzon instantly stuck his hand out and proceeded to introduce all of them. “Hey there Peter and Wy. My name is Juan, and these are my brothers, Crisanto and Manuel. We embody Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao respectively, so you could call us Luz, Vi and Minda. This girl with us is Leste, embodiment of Timor Leste.”
Wy nodded at the other girl, knowledge of her briefed by Daniel. Meanwhile, Peter snorted. Minda glared at him “What are you sniggering at?” he inquired dangerously.
“I’ve never heard of the countries Luzon, Visayas and Mindan--”
“That’s because, together, we represent the Philippines,” Minda interrupted. Peter still looked unimpressed.
Oh boy, here we go, Vi mentally groaned.
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4 hours later, as the Summit was closing
As everyone stood up from their seats, they felt a heavy sensation weighing down in the pits of their stomachs.
The meeting did not go successfully.
One of the countries decided to stand up in the middle of a peace talk and promptly walk out of the Summit. Between all of them, the world understood how that nation had just non-verbally declared it’s international isolation.
As soon as the meeting was adjourned, South Korea was the first to walk out silently, quickly followed by the rest of East Asia.
As the rest made their way out, Juan looked over his shoulder and noticed a particular wavy hazelnut-haired country still rooted in her seat.
Juan nodded to Maria to get the kids while he sorted this out. Maria walked out as the Filipino approached Hungary.
Elizabeta had her head in her hands, apparently ashamed. He carefully stood behind her, hearing her quiet rasps muffled by her hands. He gave a small cough, which made her flip her long hair to face him, slapping him with it in the process.
Stinging slightly, Juan massaged his cheeks. Elizabeta shot him a perplexed look before realizing what she had done to him.
Standing up, she apologized, pulling a scented handkerchief from her military pocket. She lightly massaged his face, making him pink at the childlike treatment.
For a moment, he didn’t really care as he remembered the sweet, floral smell that came from her and the cloth that being held in her hands.
Hungary gave a curt nod before shuffling the papers on the table, preparing to leave.
Juan asked “Why did you decide to stay behind?”
She squinted at him, determining if he was worth telling the truth, or if she should simply leave.
Well, she needed someone to tell and the man in front of her, although she never really talked to him, had a reputation for being sensitive and understanding; unlike two particular German speaking men she knew.
She let out a heavy sigh as she simply said “Toxic chemicals. That man wants some from me for whatever sinister scheme his boss has.”
His eyes blinked in shock, never really seeing Hungary as a country that manufactured deadly concoctions.
His lips formed a grim line, unable to say anything else that wouldn’t either offend the female or tell her something she already knows.
She nodded once more, walking ahead of him. But Juan rushed over to open the door for her. Elizabeta was unused to the gentlemanly gesture, and grew a bit flustered. She whispered a thank you before heading down the carpeted halls, back to her room.
The Hungarian woman smiled and giggled, mentally noting to take more notice of the man’s presence in Summits.
While Juan was in the conference room, Maria walked down the path that led to where her sons would be.
Pushing it open, she found no one inside. A small spark of worry burned inside before she shook her head and reasoned that they must have gone back to the room.
When the Philippines returned to their floor and found England instead of three tan-skinned teenage boys, Maria flew into panic mode.
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They didn’t know how on earth it happened, but apparently the southernmost island-grouping’s brothers, after spending four hours together, went off with the foreign kids to explore what else the hotel had to offer; growing bored of waiting for the Summit meeting to adjourn. Somewhere between the way to the elevator and through the tall and intimidating doors of the various conference rooms, Minda and Leste were separated due to the speed that they were walking at.
Mindanao and Leste found themselves lost amongst the vast hallways. The young boy's heart pounded wildly in his chest as he realized he was all alone, with her. Tired, he suggested “Why don’t we try one of the doors? Maybe they’ll lead to some place where we can sit.”
Leste nodded her head slowly, starting to feel small pain in her little legs. He gingerly pushed the door ajar, scanning the room for a person. The vast room was empty. Minda pushed it wider and gaped at the size of the area.
Little did they know that they just stepped into the European Union conference room, which explained it’s enormity. Up and down the length of a great table, high-backed chairs were pushed into it. Minda beckoned Leste to come in, indicating that it was safe.
The female closed the door gently behind her before plopping down onto the nearest chair, sinking in her seat. She let out an exhausted sigh as she asked “Minda, do you think we’ll ever find Ate Ria and Kuya Juan soon? Or Aussie? Cause my feet really hurt.”
She slipped off her flip flops and massaged her aching feet, causing her skirt to ride up and turn the little boy’s face beet red. Minda knew he needed to take advantage of this moment, predicting it may never happen again.
Sucking in a breath, he put a hand on Leste’s shoulder, trying to look as cool and confident as possible. “Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure all of them are looking for us right this second. And anyways, we’re still in the building. If it gets too dark, I’ll just bring you back to our room so we can wait for them there.”
Minda breathed out, mentally gaping at what he just said. To his immense relief, Leste smiled widely then leaned in closer, telling the male “I’m glad I’m with you then, Minda! I always knew that you could keep calm in situations like this.”
The proximity of their faces was so near that it made his head spin, considering the amount of blood that was rushing to his face. Glancing down at her smooth lips, he gulped and turned away.
He had no idea what force pulled him to do it, but he blurted out “Have you ever been kissed yet?”
WHAT, he internally screamed. Utterly mortified at what he just said, he opened his mouth to say something else, but Leste did not notice this as she put a finger to her lips and pondered on his question.
After a second, she beamed and said “Of course I have! Aussie gives me tons of them!” Minda’s head exploded as he let her words sink into his thoughts. Dejected, he hung his head in defeat. Leste continued, not noticing of Minda's reaction. "Right here," she said, pointing her finger to her cheek.
The youngest island pulled himself together and celebrated. He felt like punching the air and running around in joy, but managed to control this urge. It’s now or never, he told himself.
Pursing his lips in effort, he finally stuttered “S-so... W-would you l-l-like to t-try then-n?” turning such a bright color of red, one would think it was impossible.
“Hmm? What was that?” the little girl beside him asked innocently. Dammit, he thought. “W-would you like to t-t-try a kiss then, just to see what it fe-eels on the l-lips?” he asked, controlling his voice a bit more.
This time, Leste turned pink at his request. She turned her head away, her stomach suddenly filled with butterflies. The boy beside her saw this as a rejection and clamped his mouth shut, mentally throwing every single insult at himself for being so stupid and now Leste would never talk to him again.
Too busy thinking, he almost missed her reply. “I-- Um, sure. If you want to, I mean,” she said, her face growing very hot. Minda’s head snapped up, obviously confused at the statement. He felt as if it all were a dream as Leste slowly looked back at him with a new look in her eyes.
He couldn’t put his finger on it; her face burned with embarrassment, but at the same time had a look of eager anticipation and excitement. Like she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
She slowly leaned forward, closing her eyelids as she went and pursing her lips towards his. Minda tilted his head to the side as to avoid hitting her nose and closed his eyes too. He could feel how close they were. Just a breath away now.
Juan found the path he had come from earlier with Arthur at his heels. He felt around for the strong notion of any of the island’s presence.
The tugging feeling led him to the conference room of the European Union. Confused, he glanced at the man behind him; Arthur shrugged his shoulders. Juan dug deep inside, trusting his gut feeling that one of his boys was here. He reluctantly nudged the entry and peered in before shoving it wide open.
It took him two seconds to register that his youngest son and niece-in-relationship were lip-locked. Upon hearing the door slamming open, Manuel pulled away from Leste, who was still dazed, her eyes shining with stars.
Completely gobsmacked, the Philippines’ stared with wide, wide eyes. His jaw separated from his face. England peered from over his shoulder, just as stupefied at the scene before both their eyes.
“Man...uel?” was all Juan could form in his mouth.
“TATAY!” the little boy exclaimed, jumping to his feet.
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Notes:
Why hello there again! 8D Thank you very much for taking your time to read this -bows-
I hoped that the MindaXLeste scene would’ve turned out better, but damagectrl beat me to it, so the would-be surprise isn’t so surprising anymore.
Oh, btw guys, Sonja is pronounced as Sonia, not literally Son-ja for those who want to know. Same goes for her last name Bosnjak. (If you think about it, it would actually be very logical that they use J for the same purpose of Y. In lower case, it looks like an elongated I, so that might be the reason it’s that way).
Here’s a picture of her:
And her wiki can be found here: http://hetaliafanmadecharacters.wikia.com/wiki/Yugoslavia
Personally, I like her character. She’s one of those very developed OCs and one known and accepted through their country, unlike some OCs you see there. (sorry guys)
And then, there’s Scotland. /spazgasm I swear, I just... Fell in love with him. Here's why:
And I just recently watched a multilingual vid. I love the idea of World Peace and how we could all just stop the bombs so we can get on with our lives (If you actually noted the Summit Emergency scene, that was my reference to the recent NKorea SKorea bomb attacks; HungaryxJuan was a reference to a toxic spill somwhere around Sep or Oct, if I recall correctly. It's completely false that they're requesting it from them, but I'm saying it's plausible)
And so, more crack continues as I insert more wordly drama than needed. Don’t worry, interaction with the candidate fathers will happen soon.
Although I’m making every single possible world cameo/interaction with Piri, I will also have a purpose for them in the story, which will hopefully work out.