Just Like You(fanfic)
Pamagat/Title: Just Like You
Tauhan/Character: Nueva Espana (Mexico), FemPhilippines, another brief mention of the mother nation
Marka/Rating: PG? There's a 'not good' part in here. But go ahead if you're okay with it.
Babala/Warnings: Attempt at comedy....that's all? erm, implied stuff. Running away is bad!
Buod/Preview:
“Dear Papa,
It is to my greatest distress that your daughter had run away. I cannot find her in the pier (which you told me to prohibit her from going), the confessional, the market, and the red-li… so I have taken my own life before you get here to take it yourself!
Love,
Nueva España”
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It's the shortened version because I'm to lazy to add the 'mediatrix' to this affair. The stupid Maria couldn't have thought of it herself so there was a Bad Influence to coax her XD
Again, I'm fulfilling a bet because I lost.
I've got lots more to do and I have no plots for them TT.TT
Okay, here it goes:
A small pair of feet ran towards the room down the hall. It made heavy tock-tock-tock sounds, as the slippers were made from heavy wood. She ran like there are no tomorrow- layers of skirts whisked behind her and the tightly-bunned hair fell loose, disheveled. Her big brother’s come back! Nueva has come back. It makes her feel awkward to call him big brother- kuya, maybe. They aren’t blood-related anyways.
“Nueva!” She jovially called. Then she heard noises. Not just Nueva’s. But a stranger’s. She frowned. Oh not again! She doesn’t mind if he’d do it, but please not in her house that her papa had built.
Opening the door as quietly and ajar as she could, she could see a local leaning on the tall drawer that Antonio had carved from a big narra tree. Her nails dug on the soft wood that lined its sides- and goodness-she was leaving scratch marks on it! Maria peaked closer to the left- there he is: The ever mischievous and trouble-making Nueva. But she’d had to admit, he’s pretty good-looking.
“Dios mio,” She whispered under her breath. He’s smooching another girl again! Every time! She mentally shouted. Every time, her brother would do this! In her house! In her favorite room that he took because it has a nice view whenever pretty girls would pass by while her would be all greeneries of some sort.
A sound escaped from her lips. Nueva looked up and towards the door. He saw Maria’s eye staring at him. Her eyes widened.
“Maria!” He called, leaving the girl dumbfounded. Maria then in turn, tried to close the door as quietly (but it still banged because of its weight). The young girl ran with all her might and kept her eyes on her direction- to the outside.
“Maria!”
“Welcome back, Nueva! I’m sorry but I have to go!” she shouted, tripping once, slipping twice on the darn rugs laid out, and then tumbling down the stairs. She wanted to continue running, but her face fell in contact with the shiny polished floor first. Darn it! She said to herself, why do I have to be so weak and slow!?
She could smell his cologne. It was so strong anyone could have died from over-exposure. He’s closely behind. Scrambling to get on her feet, Maria felt an arm go around her waist and carry her.
“What did you see?” He sternly asked, with a hint of anger in it.
“I said, I have to go!” His little sister adamantly said, meaning to kick his stomach, but instead bruised his precious “Family jewels” with her heavy wooden bakya.
“Oof!” He had to let her go.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, she continued to run. Screw the horses, she’d rather run half-naked and barefooted just like the old times. She headed for the door and pushed the guardia civils away without saying any courtesy.
“Don’t let her get away!” They heard a tight, shrill scream from the inside. But by that time, it was too late. They only assumed it was the fat old cook who is again screaming at some young helper to catch the mice.
He’s going to be a dead man if papa finds out.
She spots a small fishing boat. She smiled to herself. Might as well take a rest, he won’t find me here. She slowly walks to the boat and falls in her back. Throwing tantrums at him won’t work. He throws it back to her anyways. And papa doesn’t fall for her tricks either. Unlike some lucky brat back there which papa calls “Europa”, he’ll punish her even if she’s the one who’s hurt.
Maria’s eyelashes slowly flutter. She’s getting sleepy from the fatigue, and very uncomfortable from thirst. She closes her eyes in fear. What would Nueva do to her if he finds her? He’s quite scary when he gets mad, but he looks constipated when he’s REALLY angry. His face is as red as the Love Apples that her papa dotes on. Tomatoes, he corrects her. She’d have to run to her room to keep herself from laughing at his hideous looking face, lest something unpleasant happens. Or rather she fears dying. Tired and thirsty she is, she does not know to how much extent it takes for death. But everything scares her now. Even getting a slight scratch from a knife would make her go bawl her eyes out of fear that she’ll get tetanus, or having a stomach ache meant that she’s going to die before merienda time.
Then it was dark.
Figures of pretty Moreno-skinned women clad in thinner clothing swirled around her head. They were sun-kissed, like her. They had wide, beautiful dark eyes, like her. They had longs flowing locks of ebony hair, like her. Does that mean-no.
Then Nueva appeared. He was tall and had a strong build, unlike her. He had a deep soothing voice, unlike her shrilly light one. He was always the center of attention, and popular with the girls (not to mention some young men), unlike her who deserves it since this is her land. He makes girls swoon over him (Occasionally, even some middle-aged women and grandmother due to die before dinner), unlike her.
She doesn’t know whether to be happy or angry at his presence. He’s a teaser, yet he’s gentle and warm at times when papa’s not around- Eerily too warm; Oftentimes too touchy. Maybe he’s gay?
Well…erm…because he prefers her to be manlier. Maybe that’s it.
~O~
After wasting the whole day looking for her in Father Salve’s confessional, the ‘sabungan’, the pier, and even the new red-light district, and other places, she wasn’t there.
“Dear Papa,
It is to my greatest distress that your daughter had run away. I cannot find her in the pier (which you told me to prohibit her from going), the confessional, the market, and the red-li… so I have taken my own life before you get here to take it yourself!
Love,
Nueva España”
He looked up the old grandfather clock. Alas Once Pasado!
He turned to the sala to close the door he left open hours earlier.
And there he saw his Maria. Standing like a dumb person holding dried fish wrapped in newspapers
Sweet and innocent Maria, the girl who he had taken granted of.
But right now he was angry. She made him worry.
“Maria!” He yelled at her. She quickly dropped the dried fish and covered her face with her arms and cowered
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Kuya!” She cried, streams of tears trailed down her flushed cheeks “I- I won’t do it again I promise! And I won’t mind if you go romancing with women! I don’t care if you do it in my home; you’re the elder and I shouldn’t interfere!”
His raised hand ready to hit suddenly lowered. He reached out for her arms and lowered them. He noticed that she grow up. He just tried not to mind it. She lost all those cute baby fats. She grew taller and more slender. And maybe he’d see more if she would wear thinner and less clothing.
“K-kuya?” She sobbed.
He had been staring at her for quite some time.
“No. I’m sorry Querida,” He moved one hand up to wipe away her tears “I promise-I will be a better man for you,” He kissed her forehead “And I will never do anything stupid again”
And end it with a tight embrace. He heard her wheeze but had no intentions of loosening.
“Better brother, at most,” Maria smiled, looking to face him “Besides, I said it is fine with me, yes? Because when I grow up, I want to be just like you!” She grinned broader, pushing herself away from him and picked up the dried fish. She wants to be him-cool and smooth. He wants her to be hot and sexy. Wait, scratch that thought. He wouldn’t want to confess it to Padre Salve.
“By the way,” She sniffed, “I was only in our neighbor’s house. Look the old lady even gave me dried fish for dinner!”
The neighbor. He didn’t check that up.
Nueva was glued to the floor. He didn’t notice her pass him by to the kitchen.
“Kuya?” She called, “Are you coming?”
“Si, Querida” He replied with a relieved sigh, tearing the suicidal note as discreetly as possible. There is no way he’s going to give up on her now, even if he has to face her papa. Their papa.
“Since when did you start calling me Querida?"
~O~
It was customary that before he leaves to check up on the other islands as always, he would bid farewell to her then head off to the pier. The only decent thing he does. This time, he gave her a kiss on the cheek before mounting his horse.
“Good bye, Querida, I’ll be back within a week…or two,” He smiled, looking down at the young lady before him.
“No worries, Kuya, I can take care of myself,” She smiles back, “You can stay there for as long as you want”
He raised a brow
“Are you sure? I remember you would always bawl you eyes out whenever I leave and grab my shirt until it tears to keep me from mounting my horse”
She rolled her eyes
“Si, kuya, I was like that….But not anymore!” She beamed, bouncing in the balls of her feet. He did notice something else bounced.
“Si…” He muttered dumbly
“Now you hurry-I don’t want you inconveniencing the sailors!” She ushered, pulling him a little lower and returned the kiss on the cheek he gave her.
Before he could do or say anything, she slapped the horse’s hind quarters and made it run fast-away from her home. He looked back to catch one last glimpse of her beautiful face, she was still smiling. But another emotion contained her face.
Two weeks later…
He couldn’t wait to get back to her house-maybe grab her by the waist and swing her round and round like before, a generous amount of kisses on each cheek (hopefully his lips could end up somewhere else later), and eat the sabroso she cooked just for him.
Typical of Maria to make a fiesta for his return.
He knocked on her heavy wooden door. No answer.
“Maria?” He called out, knocking again.
Oh wait, duh. He can just go barge in. He’s her brother.
“Maria, Querida! I’m Home!” Since when did he start calling Maria’s house his home?
No answer.
Where could she be?
He glanced up the old grandfather clock. It’s 2 o’clock. And a Saturday.
She must’ve attended some party and could be still sleeping.
Great. He’ll surprise her in her bedroom. Yes, He hissed happily to himself. The Bedroom.
Silently, he crept up the stairs and removed his coat, shoes, and other paraphernalia that clung to him.
Come to think of it, he had always smelled her sweet scent, that stupid but melting smile on her lips, and all her attention that she gave to him. He never bothered then. But it’s something he yearns for now.
“Maria?” He cooed in a hushed tone, silently creaking to door open to peak. He saw a bare shoulder. And long dark hair that spread across the pillows and blanket. He bit his lip. Since when did she sleep without her nightgown?
He peered in closer as he fished for his handkerchief as his nose badly needs it. The thin blanket hugged her slim body. His Maria slept curled up in bed-and look, there’s space fit for a man like him.
He mutely entered the room when he noticed something. Her scent wasn’t strong there. Unfamiliar clothes were lying strewn across the floor in front of the bed.
That girl sleeping isn’t Maria.
He rushed downstairs to get some fresh air. And drink a bottle of tequila or two. Where is Maria? His sweet and soft Maria?
He closed his eyes and started to think-could she have run away? Island hopping was not her thing to go chasing after her kuya.
“Kuya?”
Nueva shot up and looked behind him. And for a moment he was relieved, for a moment he was alarmed.
She was there, obviously coming back from the market, smiling like the sun at him. Nothing was wrong of course….except for that slight uncommon stain on her blouse.
“Buenas dias, Querida,” He smiled back “Is that stain on your blouse what I think it is?” he raised a brow
Maria’s eyes widened. His heart was pounding. She laughed nervously as she thought for an excuse
“No, Kuya, it is not your tequila,” She knowingly smirked, “It’s patis. A vendor accidentally spilled a small amount on me this morning”
“Oh really now?” He looked back at the cabinet where he places his favorite drink-a bottle was missing.
“Los siento, kuya” She quickly replied “Our neighbor’s grandson celebrated his birthday last night. I had to give him something”
“It’s alright, Querida,” He mumbled, reaching for the cabinet’s handles. He felt that her answers were fibs.
“Gracias, Kuya,” She gave a relieved smile and placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek, “Welcome home” Then she added before heading to the kitchen. He was left there to ponder about the bizarre thing he saw in her bedroom and the wild thought raging in his mind.
“…Because when I grow up, I want to be just like you!”
What did she exactly mean by that?
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I don't have a doodle of her right now...(Having so many types of Philippines that I didn't have the time to doodle them all) maybe the loser of the bet will post it someday this week, hm?
*Sigh* I've really got to stop abusing Mexico *shakes head*
Because I wanted to share it (It's not mine though, I found it while looking for demotivationals~ I guess that how a lot of people percieve him, 'no? The artist said that a lot of people were copying her/him/i dunno...
How I imagine present-day Philippines,Mexico and America scenario:
Mexico: Ah, Gringo! I mean...
America, the greatest nation of all! You're truly awesome!
America: heheh...Of course!
Mexico: In fact, you're so cool that you'll lend me money!
America: ha-ha. Of course I'm cool! *straightface* But I won't give you cash.
Philippines: Hey, Kuya Alfred, can I um...borrow some cash? My boss said that the $ 4 million you gave last time was feasted on by maggots...*really believed the lie her boss told her*
America: Oh, Sure! have $ 10 million!
Philippines: O.O...But I-...
America: I have some spare anyway, you can have it!Hey, wanna visit Disneyland?
Philippines: You've brought me there lots of times...
America: Please? *puppy eyes*
Philippines: *Sighs* fine.
*both leave the stupefied Mexican*:D
Tauhan/Character: Nueva Espana (Mexico), FemPhilippines, another brief mention of the mother nation
Marka/Rating: PG? There's a 'not good' part in here. But go ahead if you're okay with it.
Babala/Warnings: Attempt at comedy....that's all? erm, implied stuff. Running away is bad!
Buod/Preview:
“Dear Papa,
It is to my greatest distress that your daughter had run away. I cannot find her in the pier (which you told me to prohibit her from going), the confessional, the market, and the red-li… so I have taken my own life before you get here to take it yourself!
Love,
Nueva España”
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It's the shortened version because I'm to lazy to add the 'mediatrix' to this affair. The stupid Maria couldn't have thought of it herself so there was a Bad Influence to coax her XD
Again, I'm fulfilling a bet because I lost.
I've got lots more to do and I have no plots for them TT.TT
Okay, here it goes:
A small pair of feet ran towards the room down the hall. It made heavy tock-tock-tock sounds, as the slippers were made from heavy wood. She ran like there are no tomorrow- layers of skirts whisked behind her and the tightly-bunned hair fell loose, disheveled. Her big brother’s come back! Nueva has come back. It makes her feel awkward to call him big brother- kuya, maybe. They aren’t blood-related anyways.
“Nueva!” She jovially called. Then she heard noises. Not just Nueva’s. But a stranger’s. She frowned. Oh not again! She doesn’t mind if he’d do it, but please not in her house that her papa had built.
Opening the door as quietly and ajar as she could, she could see a local leaning on the tall drawer that Antonio had carved from a big narra tree. Her nails dug on the soft wood that lined its sides- and goodness-she was leaving scratch marks on it! Maria peaked closer to the left- there he is: The ever mischievous and trouble-making Nueva. But she’d had to admit, he’s pretty good-looking.
“Dios mio,” She whispered under her breath. He’s smooching another girl again! Every time! She mentally shouted. Every time, her brother would do this! In her house! In her favorite room that he took because it has a nice view whenever pretty girls would pass by while her would be all greeneries of some sort.
A sound escaped from her lips. Nueva looked up and towards the door. He saw Maria’s eye staring at him. Her eyes widened.
“Maria!” He called, leaving the girl dumbfounded. Maria then in turn, tried to close the door as quietly (but it still banged because of its weight). The young girl ran with all her might and kept her eyes on her direction- to the outside.
“Maria!”
“Welcome back, Nueva! I’m sorry but I have to go!” she shouted, tripping once, slipping twice on the darn rugs laid out, and then tumbling down the stairs. She wanted to continue running, but her face fell in contact with the shiny polished floor first. Darn it! She said to herself, why do I have to be so weak and slow!?
She could smell his cologne. It was so strong anyone could have died from over-exposure. He’s closely behind. Scrambling to get on her feet, Maria felt an arm go around her waist and carry her.
“What did you see?” He sternly asked, with a hint of anger in it.
“I said, I have to go!” His little sister adamantly said, meaning to kick his stomach, but instead bruised his precious “Family jewels” with her heavy wooden bakya.
“Oof!” He had to let her go.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, she continued to run. Screw the horses, she’d rather run half-naked and barefooted just like the old times. She headed for the door and pushed the guardia civils away without saying any courtesy.
“Don’t let her get away!” They heard a tight, shrill scream from the inside. But by that time, it was too late. They only assumed it was the fat old cook who is again screaming at some young helper to catch the mice.
He’s going to be a dead man if papa finds out.
She spots a small fishing boat. She smiled to herself. Might as well take a rest, he won’t find me here. She slowly walks to the boat and falls in her back. Throwing tantrums at him won’t work. He throws it back to her anyways. And papa doesn’t fall for her tricks either. Unlike some lucky brat back there which papa calls “Europa”, he’ll punish her even if she’s the one who’s hurt.
Maria’s eyelashes slowly flutter. She’s getting sleepy from the fatigue, and very uncomfortable from thirst. She closes her eyes in fear. What would Nueva do to her if he finds her? He’s quite scary when he gets mad, but he looks constipated when he’s REALLY angry. His face is as red as the Love Apples that her papa dotes on. Tomatoes, he corrects her. She’d have to run to her room to keep herself from laughing at his hideous looking face, lest something unpleasant happens. Or rather she fears dying. Tired and thirsty she is, she does not know to how much extent it takes for death. But everything scares her now. Even getting a slight scratch from a knife would make her go bawl her eyes out of fear that she’ll get tetanus, or having a stomach ache meant that she’s going to die before merienda time.
Then it was dark.
Figures of pretty Moreno-skinned women clad in thinner clothing swirled around her head. They were sun-kissed, like her. They had wide, beautiful dark eyes, like her. They had longs flowing locks of ebony hair, like her. Does that mean-no.
Then Nueva appeared. He was tall and had a strong build, unlike her. He had a deep soothing voice, unlike her shrilly light one. He was always the center of attention, and popular with the girls (not to mention some young men), unlike her who deserves it since this is her land. He makes girls swoon over him (Occasionally, even some middle-aged women and grandmother due to die before dinner), unlike her.
She doesn’t know whether to be happy or angry at his presence. He’s a teaser, yet he’s gentle and warm at times when papa’s not around- Eerily too warm; Oftentimes too touchy. Maybe he’s gay?
Well…erm…because he prefers her to be manlier. Maybe that’s it.
~O~
After wasting the whole day looking for her in Father Salve’s confessional, the ‘sabungan’, the pier, and even the new red-light district, and other places, she wasn’t there.
“Dear Papa,
It is to my greatest distress that your daughter had run away. I cannot find her in the pier (which you told me to prohibit her from going), the confessional, the market, and the red-li… so I have taken my own life before you get here to take it yourself!
Love,
Nueva España”
He looked up the old grandfather clock. Alas Once Pasado!
He turned to the sala to close the door he left open hours earlier.
And there he saw his Maria. Standing like a dumb person holding dried fish wrapped in newspapers
Sweet and innocent Maria, the girl who he had taken granted of.
But right now he was angry. She made him worry.
“Maria!” He yelled at her. She quickly dropped the dried fish and covered her face with her arms and cowered
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Kuya!” She cried, streams of tears trailed down her flushed cheeks “I- I won’t do it again I promise! And I won’t mind if you go romancing with women! I don’t care if you do it in my home; you’re the elder and I shouldn’t interfere!”
His raised hand ready to hit suddenly lowered. He reached out for her arms and lowered them. He noticed that she grow up. He just tried not to mind it. She lost all those cute baby fats. She grew taller and more slender. And maybe he’d see more if she would wear thinner and less clothing.
“K-kuya?” She sobbed.
He had been staring at her for quite some time.
“No. I’m sorry Querida,” He moved one hand up to wipe away her tears “I promise-I will be a better man for you,” He kissed her forehead “And I will never do anything stupid again”
And end it with a tight embrace. He heard her wheeze but had no intentions of loosening.
“Better brother, at most,” Maria smiled, looking to face him “Besides, I said it is fine with me, yes? Because when I grow up, I want to be just like you!” She grinned broader, pushing herself away from him and picked up the dried fish. She wants to be him-cool and smooth. He wants her to be hot and sexy. Wait, scratch that thought. He wouldn’t want to confess it to Padre Salve.
“By the way,” She sniffed, “I was only in our neighbor’s house. Look the old lady even gave me dried fish for dinner!”
The neighbor. He didn’t check that up.
Nueva was glued to the floor. He didn’t notice her pass him by to the kitchen.
“Kuya?” She called, “Are you coming?”
“Si, Querida” He replied with a relieved sigh, tearing the suicidal note as discreetly as possible. There is no way he’s going to give up on her now, even if he has to face her papa. Their papa.
“Since when did you start calling me Querida?"
~O~
It was customary that before he leaves to check up on the other islands as always, he would bid farewell to her then head off to the pier. The only decent thing he does. This time, he gave her a kiss on the cheek before mounting his horse.
“Good bye, Querida, I’ll be back within a week…or two,” He smiled, looking down at the young lady before him.
“No worries, Kuya, I can take care of myself,” She smiles back, “You can stay there for as long as you want”
He raised a brow
“Are you sure? I remember you would always bawl you eyes out whenever I leave and grab my shirt until it tears to keep me from mounting my horse”
She rolled her eyes
“Si, kuya, I was like that….But not anymore!” She beamed, bouncing in the balls of her feet. He did notice something else bounced.
“Si…” He muttered dumbly
“Now you hurry-I don’t want you inconveniencing the sailors!” She ushered, pulling him a little lower and returned the kiss on the cheek he gave her.
Before he could do or say anything, she slapped the horse’s hind quarters and made it run fast-away from her home. He looked back to catch one last glimpse of her beautiful face, she was still smiling. But another emotion contained her face.
Two weeks later…
He couldn’t wait to get back to her house-maybe grab her by the waist and swing her round and round like before, a generous amount of kisses on each cheek (hopefully his lips could end up somewhere else later), and eat the sabroso she cooked just for him.
Typical of Maria to make a fiesta for his return.
He knocked on her heavy wooden door. No answer.
“Maria?” He called out, knocking again.
Oh wait, duh. He can just go barge in. He’s her brother.
“Maria, Querida! I’m Home!” Since when did he start calling Maria’s house his home?
No answer.
Where could she be?
He glanced up the old grandfather clock. It’s 2 o’clock. And a Saturday.
She must’ve attended some party and could be still sleeping.
Great. He’ll surprise her in her bedroom. Yes, He hissed happily to himself. The Bedroom.
Silently, he crept up the stairs and removed his coat, shoes, and other paraphernalia that clung to him.
Come to think of it, he had always smelled her sweet scent, that stupid but melting smile on her lips, and all her attention that she gave to him. He never bothered then. But it’s something he yearns for now.
“Maria?” He cooed in a hushed tone, silently creaking to door open to peak. He saw a bare shoulder. And long dark hair that spread across the pillows and blanket. He bit his lip. Since when did she sleep without her nightgown?
He peered in closer as he fished for his handkerchief as his nose badly needs it. The thin blanket hugged her slim body. His Maria slept curled up in bed-and look, there’s space fit for a man like him.
He mutely entered the room when he noticed something. Her scent wasn’t strong there. Unfamiliar clothes were lying strewn across the floor in front of the bed.
That girl sleeping isn’t Maria.
He rushed downstairs to get some fresh air. And drink a bottle of tequila or two. Where is Maria? His sweet and soft Maria?
He closed his eyes and started to think-could she have run away? Island hopping was not her thing to go chasing after her kuya.
“Kuya?”
Nueva shot up and looked behind him. And for a moment he was relieved, for a moment he was alarmed.
She was there, obviously coming back from the market, smiling like the sun at him. Nothing was wrong of course….except for that slight uncommon stain on her blouse.
“Buenas dias, Querida,” He smiled back “Is that stain on your blouse what I think it is?” he raised a brow
Maria’s eyes widened. His heart was pounding. She laughed nervously as she thought for an excuse
“No, Kuya, it is not your tequila,” She knowingly smirked, “It’s patis. A vendor accidentally spilled a small amount on me this morning”
“Oh really now?” He looked back at the cabinet where he places his favorite drink-a bottle was missing.
“Los siento, kuya” She quickly replied “Our neighbor’s grandson celebrated his birthday last night. I had to give him something”
“It’s alright, Querida,” He mumbled, reaching for the cabinet’s handles. He felt that her answers were fibs.
“Gracias, Kuya,” She gave a relieved smile and placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek, “Welcome home” Then she added before heading to the kitchen. He was left there to ponder about the bizarre thing he saw in her bedroom and the wild thought raging in his mind.
“…Because when I grow up, I want to be just like you!”
What did she exactly mean by that?
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I don't have a doodle of her right now...(Having so many types of Philippines that I didn't have the time to doodle them all) maybe the loser of the bet will post it someday this week, hm?
*Sigh* I've really got to stop abusing Mexico *shakes head*
Because I wanted to share it (It's not mine though, I found it while looking for demotivationals~ I guess that how a lot of people percieve him, 'no? The artist said that a lot of people were copying her/him/i dunno...
How I imagine present-day Philippines,Mexico and America scenario:
Mexico: Ah, Gringo! I mean...
America, the greatest nation of all! You're truly awesome!
America: heheh...Of course!
Mexico: In fact, you're so cool that you'll lend me money!
America: ha-ha. Of course I'm cool! *straightface* But I won't give you cash.
Philippines: Hey, Kuya Alfred, can I um...borrow some cash? My boss said that the $ 4 million you gave last time was feasted on by maggots...*really believed the lie her boss told her*
America: Oh, Sure! have $ 10 million!
Philippines: O.O...But I-...
America: I have some spare anyway, you can have it!Hey, wanna visit Disneyland?
Philippines: You've brought me there lots of times...
America: Please? *puppy eyes*
Philippines: *Sighs* fine.
*both leave the stupefied Mexican*:D