[fanart + fanfic] With You
Title: With You
Characters: F!Piri, Japan
Pairing: Pirihon
Warning: useless drabble to go along with the picture, short so very short, so very fail
Summary: All he really needs is someone with him. Hopefully, she’s the right person.
Preview: He’s alone again.
She begs to differ.
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Who are you?
I am me.
What are you doing here?
I should ask you that.
You’re different.
We’re the same.
Why are you being so familiar? I’m a stranger.
No. I just don’t know your name.
I’m Kiku.
Juan.
I might be an enemy.
Do you want to be my friend?
Yes.
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All he needs is a friend and it’s all she can give.
He comes over way too often, bringing goods from his home. She sneaks off, plays and trades with him, careful not to stir suspicion with her father.
But he finds out nevertheless. Curiously, he’s fine with it. [Or so he seems].
Once, she had gotten into a fight with Kuya Yao, she doesn’t recall what it’s about. Maybe it’s because of her papa, maybe it’s because of her aniki, or maybe it’s because of her. Kiku doesn’t stand for it and fights for her, when he visits again with wounds and bruises, she cries and cries.
Spain manages to calm the fire down and tries to “befriend” Japan, brainwash him into Christianity. Little Filipinas does not stand for it.
Neither does Japan. He goes overboard just a teensy bit and hits her, fights with her father and runs away.
But still, she welcomes him when he comes back and he has never felt so at home.
But after this, he is gone.
Once again, he is alone.
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Kuya Kiku?
Who are you?
I’m Maria.
I don’t know someone like that.
I’m Juan.
I don’t think I know you…
I don’t think I know you either.
.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.
When he comes back, she doesn’t recognize him anymore.
And neither does he.
He comes back stricter, almost choking her with his demands. He comes back more serious, all work and no play. He comes back with less emotion, not a smile on his face since he came.
But she doesn’t mind. It’s alright with her, so long as her brother is now there. They go back to when they were kids, trading and goofing off, though it’s more of her than him.
He doesn’t mind though, in fact, he likes the attention. Kiku’s presence keeps her off of the blonde American’s side.
But it’s not enough.
Because once she thinks he isn’t looking, she sneaks glances towards America.
Philippines is America’s.
The thought sickens him.
But something else frightens him more, the thought that he is alone.
Once again, he is alone.
.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.
Kuya Japan! Stop! No!
…
These are my people, kuya! Please!
…
Kuya!
This is for the best.
Kiku!
.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.
He truly believes it’s for the best; the best for Asia, the best for him and the best for her.
But she thinks otherwise, and somewhere in the long run, so does he.
Her screams are deafening and her cries are heartbreaking. He wants to stop, but he can’t. Her tears are frightening and her automatic flinching whenever he arrives is starting to make him uncomfortable. He really does want to stop, but he can’t. But what scares him the most is her resolve in 1944.
“I will regain my freedom.”
It’s all that bastard America’s fault.
“Did you not fight with me once when we were kids?”
“I did.”
“Then fight me now.”
“I can’t.”
-SLASH-
“I am not Maria Juana, kuya. I am Juan Manuel. So there is no more reason, right? Fight me.”
“I won’t.”
But he did.
And it was all Alfred’s fault.
All of it was the American’s fault, that he didn’t have his sister again.
Once again, he is alone.
.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.
…hello.
…
How are you?
…
Congratulations on your independence, Philippines.
…
Has the weather been nice over at your place?
…stop it.
Stop what?
It hurts more.
What does?
Don’t act like you care.
I do.
Don’t lie.
I’m not.
…
I’m sorry.
.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.
He bows, again and again. To her and to her new boss, he bows several times, repeating over and over “I’m sorry”.
She doesn’t seem to want to react, instead, she ushers her boss away from him and towards his boss. Both their bosses disappear into the silence of the room and they stand awkwardly out in the hall.
He continues his chant until she tells him to stop.
The tears in his eyes are genuine, he releases a breath he doesn’t realize he’s holding and he turns into a stuttering mess.
She smiles at him, laughs at him and hugs him while he awkwardly hugs back, sobbing into her shoulder.
It’s clear then, that this time, he isn’t alone.
.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.
Kuya…!
…
Kuya, please, stay strong!
.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.
He’s alone again.
She begs to differ.
She won’t let him go.
Not again.
March 11, 2011
Please, be safe, Japan.
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Hello everyone! To be perfectly honest, I am terrible with angsty stuff, actually, any stuff aside from romantic [?!?] comedy. ORZ B-But I tried my best and to make up for it, have a shiny picture;
my prayers are definitely with Japan. I pray that they will be safe and that international help comes soon, they need it as much as the Philippines needed it when Ondoy came to us. I hope that the Philippines will be able to lend a hand to Japan, even if Northern Luzon was hit with the aftershock, Japan needs our help more.
If you'd like to help, you could click on the link. Please spread the word!
Oh! I forgot to mention, I think I'm going to start opening request to help me get out of both my art slump and my writer's block. Comment if you'd like a request of either! :D
Bye for now! <3
Characters: F!Piri, Japan
Pairing: Pirihon
Warning: useless drabble to go along with the picture, short so very short, so very fail
Summary: All he really needs is someone with him. Hopefully, she’s the right person.
Preview: He’s alone again.
She begs to differ.
.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.
Who are you?
I am me.
What are you doing here?
I should ask you that.
You’re different.
We’re the same.
Why are you being so familiar? I’m a stranger.
No. I just don’t know your name.
I’m Kiku.
Juan.
I might be an enemy.
Do you want to be my friend?
Yes.
.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.
All he needs is a friend and it’s all she can give.
He comes over way too often, bringing goods from his home. She sneaks off, plays and trades with him, careful not to stir suspicion with her father.
But he finds out nevertheless. Curiously, he’s fine with it. [Or so he seems].
Once, she had gotten into a fight with Kuya Yao, she doesn’t recall what it’s about. Maybe it’s because of her papa, maybe it’s because of her aniki, or maybe it’s because of her. Kiku doesn’t stand for it and fights for her, when he visits again with wounds and bruises, she cries and cries.
Spain manages to calm the fire down and tries to “befriend” Japan, brainwash him into Christianity. Little Filipinas does not stand for it.
Neither does Japan. He goes overboard just a teensy bit and hits her, fights with her father and runs away.
But still, she welcomes him when he comes back and he has never felt so at home.
But after this, he is gone.
Once again, he is alone.
.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.
Kuya Kiku?
Who are you?
I’m Maria.
I don’t know someone like that.
I’m Juan.
I don’t think I know you…
I don’t think I know you either.
.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.
When he comes back, she doesn’t recognize him anymore.
And neither does he.
He comes back stricter, almost choking her with his demands. He comes back more serious, all work and no play. He comes back with less emotion, not a smile on his face since he came.
But she doesn’t mind. It’s alright with her, so long as her brother is now there. They go back to when they were kids, trading and goofing off, though it’s more of her than him.
He doesn’t mind though, in fact, he likes the attention. Kiku’s presence keeps her off of the blonde American’s side.
But it’s not enough.
Because once she thinks he isn’t looking, she sneaks glances towards America.
Philippines is America’s.
The thought sickens him.
But something else frightens him more, the thought that he is alone.
Once again, he is alone.
.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.
Kuya Japan! Stop! No!
…
These are my people, kuya! Please!
…
Kuya!
This is for the best.
Kiku!
.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.
He truly believes it’s for the best; the best for Asia, the best for him and the best for her.
But she thinks otherwise, and somewhere in the long run, so does he.
Her screams are deafening and her cries are heartbreaking. He wants to stop, but he can’t. Her tears are frightening and her automatic flinching whenever he arrives is starting to make him uncomfortable. He really does want to stop, but he can’t. But what scares him the most is her resolve in 1944.
“I will regain my freedom.”
It’s all that bastard America’s fault.
“Did you not fight with me once when we were kids?”
“I did.”
“Then fight me now.”
“I can’t.”
-SLASH-
“I am not Maria Juana, kuya. I am Juan Manuel. So there is no more reason, right? Fight me.”
“I won’t.”
But he did.
And it was all Alfred’s fault.
All of it was the American’s fault, that he didn’t have his sister again.
Once again, he is alone.
.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.
…hello.
…
How are you?
…
Congratulations on your independence, Philippines.
…
Has the weather been nice over at your place?
…stop it.
Stop what?
It hurts more.
What does?
Don’t act like you care.
I do.
Don’t lie.
I’m not.
…
I’m sorry.
.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.
He bows, again and again. To her and to her new boss, he bows several times, repeating over and over “I’m sorry”.
She doesn’t seem to want to react, instead, she ushers her boss away from him and towards his boss. Both their bosses disappear into the silence of the room and they stand awkwardly out in the hall.
He continues his chant until she tells him to stop.
The tears in his eyes are genuine, he releases a breath he doesn’t realize he’s holding and he turns into a stuttering mess.
She smiles at him, laughs at him and hugs him while he awkwardly hugs back, sobbing into her shoulder.
It’s clear then, that this time, he isn’t alone.
.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.
Kuya…!
…
Kuya, please, stay strong!
.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.
He’s alone again.
She begs to differ.
She won’t let him go.
Not again.
March 11, 2011
Please, be safe, Japan.
.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.
Hello everyone! To be perfectly honest, I am terrible with angsty stuff, actually, any stuff aside from romantic [?!?] comedy. ORZ B-But I tried my best and to make up for it, have a shiny picture;
my prayers are definitely with Japan. I pray that they will be safe and that international help comes soon, they need it as much as the Philippines needed it when Ondoy came to us. I hope that the Philippines will be able to lend a hand to Japan, even if Northern Luzon was hit with the aftershock, Japan needs our help more.
If you'd like to help, you could click on the link. Please spread the word!
Oh! I forgot to mention, I think I'm going to start opening request to help me get out of both my art slump and my writer's block. Comment if you'd like a request of either! :D
Bye for now! <3