A day in the life of a baby-sitting Miguelito
Pamagat/Title: A day in the life of a baby-sitting Miguelito
Tauhan/Character: Nueva Espana (Mexico), Philippines (gender's for you to find out), brief mention of the mother nation
Marka/Rating: General Patronage? :)) Basta. Even kids can read it.
Babala/Warnings: Attempt at comedy, I consider this kinda fluff...? a very,very wrong attraction.
Buod/Preview:
Miguel slapped himself. What an absurd thought!
“Papa, why Nueva slap himself?” Filipinas said with a slurred voice.
“I don’t know” Antonio shrugged and polished a tomato on his shirt with a free hand.
“Is he mentally retarded?”
Since when did that kid know such word!?
Miguel grimaced. This will be the start of his long way to pain.
Hey...erm...*getting jitters* it's my first time to post here so...Hi :D
I was actually surprised to find a group like this so I joined...[OMG please don't be like a snobby snarky brit to me TT.TT]. But here's the catch: My Frienemy (Friend and enemy...it's complicated) and I made a bet about me posting a story here. If it gets positive reviews, I'd have to continue writing requests from her and my Apo. So I dunno what's worse...writing those fanfics or being called a sucky writer (and it is going to hurt because i get high grades in Journalism and that's my dad's job). Please feel free to criticize my work :D
It's going to be short, but please endure for the sake of the silly bet
And it took me 3 hours with breaks to do this XD
Hetalia os owned by Hidekaz Himaruya and stuff....yeah.
here it goes:
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Kuya! Kuya!
“Dios Mio,” He muttered. It is only 6 in the morning!
KUYA! KUYA! The shrill light voice again shouted.
“Alright! I am awake!” He replied loudly in a grumble. Damn that pesado for getting another colony
He was fine where he was! Until that green-eyed monster dragged him to Asia! And to think that things wouldn’t get worse-he was tasked to babysit! He’s no girl to do that! A kid can be pretty rambunctious especially when he heard how this new colony took down a man. A man! Not to mention that fact that he was a burly, hairy, stinky European!
This is all Magellan’s fault!
And Portugal’s.
A thud brought him back to his senses. Filipinas could be throwing the Santo Niño again like some projectile for a catapult. He’s been here for 18 months and he still hadn’t taught that child some manners. Or that kid is simply “un-teachable”.
“Hold on!” He threw his blanket off him and reached for his pants “Don’t do anything stupid, you idiot!”
The noise suddenly stopped outside.
Splag! Splag! Splag!
The sound of wood hitting against wood alarmed Nueva. The images of a head burst open and blood spurting like a fountain rained in his mind.
“Oye! “ He came out with his pant’s buttons undone and chest bare. He couldn’t see anyone outside his room. Oh well, duh. Where are his glasses?
“Kuya!” A voice shouted from nowhere.
“Where are you? Ser un coñazo... if you’re pranking me I’ll-“
“No, I’m not! Come here quick!”
The vein in his temple throbbed. The kid really sounded urgent, as if in need of help.
“Where are you!?”
“In here” the voice was somewhat drowned and faint.
He followed the sound: Antonio’s bedroom.
Without much ado, he rushed to reach the doorknob. His brows knit with anticipation and worry of what he is to see. He gripped the doorknob hard and it seemed locked. His hands were shaking.
“Man it up, Miguel” He hissed, gritting his teeth.
The doorknob turned. He pushed the heavy Narra door open
“Fili-,” He was cut-off midsentence.
The room a quiet, with the rays of sunlight escaping from the slits of the capiz-shelled windows giving light and everything else was still. A young child was standing in front of him. Back turned and facing the wall studded with pictures. She wore a baro’t saya outfit with a black velvet choker. But she had short hair. Who is this girl?
“F-filipinas?” He murmured.
/Enter Flashback/
It was hot…as always. He didn’t know if this colony is a boy or girl. Antonio wouldn’t tell him and the “Filipinas” named sounded quite ambiguous. He can’t say he’s excited. He’s going to leave his home, his neighbors! And he certainly hates culture shock. He heard of those weird yellow-skinned people with slanted eyes, or those people wearing rolls of cloth on their head. He expected all those weird stuff when he meets this “Las Islas Filipinas”.
Oh…it’s a girl then. “Las” is pertains something feminine in Spanish.
Once on the docks, he noticed a little boy looking stiff in the clothing obviously he was forced to wear.
“Ah! Mijo!” Spain suddenly ran and almost caused him to trip once the Mother Nation saw the cute kid. Didn’t Spain check up the boy’s gender to call him “Las Islas Filipinas”?
Mijo?
Miguel narrowed his eyes on the boy.
“Come, Miguelito and meet your younger brother!” Antonio cooed while pinching the boy’s cheeks.
“Stinking pedophile,” he seethingly muttered.
“B-buenas dias, kuya!” Filipinas forced a smile, waving to the indifferent Latin nation “Yo soy Filipinas!”
“I want to go home” Miguel grumbled, crossing his arms and looking away.
“We talked about this, didn’t we?” Antonio was still smiling but Miguel felt the tense atmosphere.
“Okay, okay!” He raised his hands in defense and gave a defeated sigh, “ Hola, yo soy…Nueva-“
“Nueva!” Filipinas cheerily copied
“I wasn-“
“Nueva!” The boy was resolved to calling him ‘Nueva’
He grumbled. Filipinas was always smiling. It was contagious. He felt the corners of his lips tug up as well. And this new colony of his papa seemed to look too feminine to be a boy. His cheeks were always flushed, he has long curly eyelashes, his tanned skin isn’t as dark as he expected, and his soft dark hazel eyes studied his new brother.
You’re cute. He almost uttered
Miguel slapped himself. What an absurd thought!
“Papa, why Nueva slap himself?” Filipinas said with a slurred voice.
“I don’t know” Antonio shrugged and polished a tomato on his shirt with a free hand.
“Is he mentally retarded?”
Since when did that kid know such word!?
Miguel grimaced. This will be the start of his long way to pain.
/Exit flashback/
The “girl” turned to him with a bright face, flushed, and grinning ear-to-ear. “She” even had an ornamental fan to cool herself!
“What do you think kuya?” Filipinas asked, spreading the skirt wide with the hand that held the fan and adjusting the 2 hairpins patterned to an ‘X’ with the other free hand.
Don’t let your nose bleed, Miguel.
He suddenly felt lightheaded.
The older boy slapped himself. Stop it, he hissed silently.
And awkward silence filled the room. Sadly, the younger cross-dressing boy didn’t feel the change of the atmosphere. Just like his father- Stupid. But still adorable.
Miguel’s face looked really flushed. His heart beating like a hammer on a nail, he was sweating.
“Juan De la Cruz! What are you doing?!” He suddenly exploded.
“Dressing up!” Filipinas piped happily, if not just proudly.
But Miguel did not hear any of this. He wouldn't even want to know why Juan did such a thing in the first place. He can’t take it anymore; he could barely control himself if he stood there longer.
He banged the door to a close and ran back to his room. Where’s a handkerchief when you need one!?
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And end it there. Phew~ It looks kinda long because of the spaces...
Explanation for my slight insanity:
Juan De la Cruz: Si Male Philippines. I made him a VERY beautiful boy. Must've started when I thought of how a male Philippines would look like. and further continued when my seatmate told me all about the Super Junior members (Please don't judge me just because I like Heechul the best for a particular reason)...yeah.
Miguel (haven’t thought of a complete name): My painstaking baby-sitting Nueva Espana. I made a search about the most used name in Mexico and what came out was a 2006 survey that rates 'Miguel Angel' as number 1 XD. I think it suites him a bit because he's like the chief dude of all Spain's colonies (Just like Archangel Michael to God). And he's a protector all right. He wears glasses because...I think it's cute. He has a wee different face in my mind (because it's so unlike the fanmade drawings we see)
There is no historical explanation here. Just the part that Nueva España was sent to Philippines to babysit her...at this instance, him.
Oh, and he blames Magellan for finding Philippines in the first place, and Portugal for not believing Magellan (Making Magellan turn to Spain and Spain getting the credit of having Philippines, therefore causing Miguelito problems)
The Santo Niño being thrown as a projectile part is something that my kuya does when he was a kid. I just remembered it and decided to add that bit in the story.
BTW, Human representation (Hetalia) is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya. I don't own OCMexico and OCPhilippines since I'm not the first one to think of it. But I think I do own my male Philippines...['Cuz I think I'm the first one to think of a bishounen Philippines...]
Juan is the dude on the right wearing a barong tagalog, the guy beside him is my made-up Visayas. Sorry i'm not good at drawing or doing digital art TT.TT (The cross pins aren't visible...)
Tauhan/Character: Nueva Espana (Mexico), Philippines (gender's for you to find out), brief mention of the mother nation
Marka/Rating: General Patronage? :)) Basta. Even kids can read it.
Babala/Warnings: Attempt at comedy, I consider this kinda fluff...? a very,very wrong attraction.
Buod/Preview:
Miguel slapped himself. What an absurd thought!
“Papa, why Nueva slap himself?” Filipinas said with a slurred voice.
“I don’t know” Antonio shrugged and polished a tomato on his shirt with a free hand.
“Is he mentally retarded?”
Since when did that kid know such word!?
Miguel grimaced. This will be the start of his long way to pain.
Hey...erm...*getting jitters* it's my first time to post here so...Hi :D
I was actually surprised to find a group like this so I joined...[OMG please don't be like a snobby snarky brit to me TT.TT]. But here's the catch: My Frienemy (Friend and enemy...it's complicated) and I made a bet about me posting a story here. If it gets positive reviews, I'd have to continue writing requests from her and my Apo. So I dunno what's worse...writing those fanfics or being called a sucky writer (and it is going to hurt because i get high grades in Journalism and that's my dad's job). Please feel free to criticize my work :D
It's going to be short, but please endure for the sake of the silly bet
And it took me 3 hours with breaks to do this XD
Hetalia os owned by Hidekaz Himaruya and stuff....yeah.
here it goes:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Kuya! Kuya!
“Dios Mio,” He muttered. It is only 6 in the morning!
KUYA! KUYA! The shrill light voice again shouted.
“Alright! I am awake!” He replied loudly in a grumble. Damn that pesado for getting another colony
He was fine where he was! Until that green-eyed monster dragged him to Asia! And to think that things wouldn’t get worse-he was tasked to babysit! He’s no girl to do that! A kid can be pretty rambunctious especially when he heard how this new colony took down a man. A man! Not to mention that fact that he was a burly, hairy, stinky European!
This is all Magellan’s fault!
And Portugal’s.
A thud brought him back to his senses. Filipinas could be throwing the Santo Niño again like some projectile for a catapult. He’s been here for 18 months and he still hadn’t taught that child some manners. Or that kid is simply “un-teachable”.
“Hold on!” He threw his blanket off him and reached for his pants “Don’t do anything stupid, you idiot!”
The noise suddenly stopped outside.
Splag! Splag! Splag!
The sound of wood hitting against wood alarmed Nueva. The images of a head burst open and blood spurting like a fountain rained in his mind.
“Oye! “ He came out with his pant’s buttons undone and chest bare. He couldn’t see anyone outside his room. Oh well, duh. Where are his glasses?
“Kuya!” A voice shouted from nowhere.
“Where are you? Ser un coñazo... if you’re pranking me I’ll-“
“No, I’m not! Come here quick!”
The vein in his temple throbbed. The kid really sounded urgent, as if in need of help.
“Where are you!?”
“In here” the voice was somewhat drowned and faint.
He followed the sound: Antonio’s bedroom.
Without much ado, he rushed to reach the doorknob. His brows knit with anticipation and worry of what he is to see. He gripped the doorknob hard and it seemed locked. His hands were shaking.
“Man it up, Miguel” He hissed, gritting his teeth.
The doorknob turned. He pushed the heavy Narra door open
“Fili-,” He was cut-off midsentence.
The room a quiet, with the rays of sunlight escaping from the slits of the capiz-shelled windows giving light and everything else was still. A young child was standing in front of him. Back turned and facing the wall studded with pictures. She wore a baro’t saya outfit with a black velvet choker. But she had short hair. Who is this girl?
“F-filipinas?” He murmured.
/Enter Flashback/
It was hot…as always. He didn’t know if this colony is a boy or girl. Antonio wouldn’t tell him and the “Filipinas” named sounded quite ambiguous. He can’t say he’s excited. He’s going to leave his home, his neighbors! And he certainly hates culture shock. He heard of those weird yellow-skinned people with slanted eyes, or those people wearing rolls of cloth on their head. He expected all those weird stuff when he meets this “Las Islas Filipinas”.
Oh…it’s a girl then. “Las” is pertains something feminine in Spanish.
Once on the docks, he noticed a little boy looking stiff in the clothing obviously he was forced to wear.
“Ah! Mijo!” Spain suddenly ran and almost caused him to trip once the Mother Nation saw the cute kid. Didn’t Spain check up the boy’s gender to call him “Las Islas Filipinas”?
Mijo?
Miguel narrowed his eyes on the boy.
“Come, Miguelito and meet your younger brother!” Antonio cooed while pinching the boy’s cheeks.
“Stinking pedophile,” he seethingly muttered.
“B-buenas dias, kuya!” Filipinas forced a smile, waving to the indifferent Latin nation “Yo soy Filipinas!”
“I want to go home” Miguel grumbled, crossing his arms and looking away.
“We talked about this, didn’t we?” Antonio was still smiling but Miguel felt the tense atmosphere.
“Okay, okay!” He raised his hands in defense and gave a defeated sigh, “ Hola, yo soy…Nueva-“
“Nueva!” Filipinas cheerily copied
“I wasn-“
“Nueva!” The boy was resolved to calling him ‘Nueva’
He grumbled. Filipinas was always smiling. It was contagious. He felt the corners of his lips tug up as well. And this new colony of his papa seemed to look too feminine to be a boy. His cheeks were always flushed, he has long curly eyelashes, his tanned skin isn’t as dark as he expected, and his soft dark hazel eyes studied his new brother.
You’re cute. He almost uttered
Miguel slapped himself. What an absurd thought!
“Papa, why Nueva slap himself?” Filipinas said with a slurred voice.
“I don’t know” Antonio shrugged and polished a tomato on his shirt with a free hand.
“Is he mentally retarded?”
Since when did that kid know such word!?
Miguel grimaced. This will be the start of his long way to pain.
/Exit flashback/
The “girl” turned to him with a bright face, flushed, and grinning ear-to-ear. “She” even had an ornamental fan to cool herself!
“What do you think kuya?” Filipinas asked, spreading the skirt wide with the hand that held the fan and adjusting the 2 hairpins patterned to an ‘X’ with the other free hand.
Don’t let your nose bleed, Miguel.
He suddenly felt lightheaded.
The older boy slapped himself. Stop it, he hissed silently.
And awkward silence filled the room. Sadly, the younger cross-dressing boy didn’t feel the change of the atmosphere. Just like his father- Stupid. But still adorable.
Miguel’s face looked really flushed. His heart beating like a hammer on a nail, he was sweating.
“Juan De la Cruz! What are you doing?!” He suddenly exploded.
“Dressing up!” Filipinas piped happily, if not just proudly.
But Miguel did not hear any of this. He wouldn't even want to know why Juan did such a thing in the first place. He can’t take it anymore; he could barely control himself if he stood there longer.
He banged the door to a close and ran back to his room. Where’s a handkerchief when you need one!?
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And end it there. Phew~ It looks kinda long because of the spaces...
Explanation for my slight insanity:
Juan De la Cruz: Si Male Philippines. I made him a VERY beautiful boy. Must've started when I thought of how a male Philippines would look like. and further continued when my seatmate told me all about the Super Junior members (Please don't judge me just because I like Heechul the best for a particular reason)...yeah.
Miguel (haven’t thought of a complete name): My painstaking baby-sitting Nueva Espana. I made a search about the most used name in Mexico and what came out was a 2006 survey that rates 'Miguel Angel' as number 1 XD. I think it suites him a bit because he's like the chief dude of all Spain's colonies (Just like Archangel Michael to God). And he's a protector all right. He wears glasses because...I think it's cute. He has a wee different face in my mind (because it's so unlike the fanmade drawings we see)
There is no historical explanation here. Just the part that Nueva España was sent to Philippines to babysit her...at this instance, him.
Oh, and he blames Magellan for finding Philippines in the first place, and Portugal for not believing Magellan (Making Magellan turn to Spain and Spain getting the credit of having Philippines, therefore causing Miguelito problems)
The Santo Niño being thrown as a projectile part is something that my kuya does when he was a kid. I just remembered it and decided to add that bit in the story.
BTW, Human representation (Hetalia) is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya. I don't own OCMexico and OCPhilippines since I'm not the first one to think of it. But I think I do own my male Philippines...['Cuz I think I'm the first one to think of a bishounen Philippines...]
Juan is the dude on the right wearing a barong tagalog, the guy beside him is my made-up Visayas. Sorry i'm not good at drawing or doing digital art TT.TT (The cross pins aren't visible...)