The Dissolution of my Dearest - Prussia x Philippines Fanfic
Title: The Meeting and The Departure
Character/s: Oc Philippines, Prussia, Spain, Romano, The Allies, The Axis Powers, side characters
Pairing/s: Prussia x OcPh, One sided Spain x PH
Warning/s: Language in the upcoming chapters
Summary: They met in the most unusual circumstances. His love for the young colony grew and grew over the centuries. She seemed so far away from him however and he thought that she would forget the journey they went through together. How he wished he never thought of that.
Preview:
‘First of all I am NOT a pedophile by all means. I just happen to like cute little boys like Lovino and Feliciano’
‘But that is pedo-‘
‘Second of all’ the Spanish male lowered his voice to where only Gilbert can hear, ‘”That boy” is not a young man’
‘… Meaning?...’
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‘Ah mein fruend Antonio!’ Gilbert beamed as he ran to hug one of his fellow Bad Friends Trio, ‘Guten tag, how have you been?’ The brunette man smiled in response.
‘Bien bien~! And you mi amigo? Stranded here at sea?’ the two nations laughed and exchanged quick jokes and anecdotes before Corazon interrupted them by clearing her throat.
‘Would you Señors like to sit down? The sun will be at its hottest any moment now’ she informed, bowing her head. Gilbert tilted his head to see underneath the rims of her hat; Antonio froze hoping that he wouldn’t notice.
‘Well now… What’s your name boy?’ the Prussian sneered, he’s kind of young looking… No upcoming facial hair, no Adam’s apple present, and- Holy! His got some girly lashes! How un-awesome is that! Corazon racked her brain for a name and finally Antonio stepped in.
‘Sh-He’s got a point Gilbert! Let’s not stay under the sun much si?’ he blurted, ‘I’ve got some good beer that I think you would be most interested in’ The Prussian’s ears perked up to the sound of his treasured beverage.
‘To your quarters then Tonio! Let us have an awesome feast before we part ways again!’ he slung his arm over his friend’s shoulder. ‘You, little boy, will be our server!’ He gave the Filipina a big slap on the back which sent her crashing to the ground before marching down to Antonio’s chamber. The conquistador winced as he watched his Asian colony push herself back up and dust her clothes off.
‘Don’t you think that was rather rough Gil?’ he said, concerned of her well-being. The scarlet eyed man looked at him, puzzled with the question.
‘You treat your new recruits with more vigor than Francis getting high off of seeing Romano’ he stated, overlooking that mentioning Lovino tore a piece of Antonio’s heart. ‘Is that boy special? Damn you must be one hell of a pedophile, not like there’s anything wrong with expanding your age limits I mean if you’re fine with that then… I guess that’s awesome?’
‘First of all I am NOT a pedophile by all means. I just happen to like cute little boys like Lovino and Feliciano’
‘But that is pedo-‘
‘Second of all’ the Spanish male lowered his voice to where only Gilbert can hear, ‘”That boy” is not a young man’
‘… Meaning?...’
‘… Gilbert Beilschmidt… Do you get what I’m saying?’
‘… No…’ Antonio sighed, wondering if he is the real idiot of the Trio.
‘You know what never mind…. What would you like to dine to?’
‘Hoy hoy Cruz! Come pick up the food for Don España!’
‘Si señor, uno momento por favor’ Corazon bellowed back at the cook, she got up and pushed up her sleeves to her elbows, ‘How much food did you cook anyway?
‘About enough for someone of their caliber’ the cook snorted, ‘Any help needed mijo?’ She shook her head, ‘Bien then hurry it up, Cruz’ she let out a smug smile as she heard her newfound alias. The young archipelago made sure that the food was balanced on her shoulder then headed to her patron’s room. She tapped on the door lightly, ‘Señor España? Um…H-herr Beilschmidt?’ Corazon remembered that Antonio taught her a few greetings in different languages in case he brings her back to his homeland in Europe. German was one of the lesser ones she remembered because it wasn’t of Romance origin like Spanish. The door was opened and her dark brown eyes met with bright green colored ones.
‘Oh! Hola mi corazón!’ he greeted happily. She pressed a finger on his mouth to silence him.
‘Cállate, its Cruz Guiomar’ the island notified. He smiled and grazed his lips on her fingertips, causing her to flush.
‘What a nice alias for a beautiful woman like you~’ Corazon frowned and pulled her hand back. She huffed and marched into the room, nose in the air. Her vanquisher chuckled and closed the door gently. She set down the food on the table that she fixed up earlier, stepping back a bit to analyze her arrangement, she nodded in approval.
‘Presentable’ she mumbled. Antonio pressed down the wrinkles of his shirt and straightened the sash across his torso. ‘So where is Herr Beilschmidt?’ The door was kicked down and behind it was a crazed Prussian with an armful of alcohol. ‘D-dios…mío...’ she said faintly. Gilbert trudged right in and plopped down on his seat.
‘You’ve got good taste in beir I’ll tell you that! Even the awesome me is truly impressed!’ he laughed, ‘So what on the menu today, boy?’ He grinned over at Corazon, whose face still hasn’t recovered from the horror of her work ruined in a matter of seconds. Antonio shook his head still chuckling and patted her arm. She jolted and glanced at him.
‘I see you haven’t been up to your German language studies’ he teased and received a scowl. ‘Gilbert asked if-‘
‘I know what he asked Señor. I’m just appalled by his entrance which ruined my work’ she snapped, crossing her arms and huffed. Gilbert laughed.
‘Mein gott! You remind me so much of that un-awesome Austrian, Roderich! Hahaha! Don’t tell me you’re a noble because by the looks of those dull clothes you’re down the lowest of the lowest ranks’ he jeered. The Spanish man could feel his colony’s annoyance rise tenfold; he saw her eye twitch and her hand clench into a white knuckled fist.
‘C-C’mon Gilbert, old friend… Heh…’ he started, sitting down on the chair across him, ‘Refrain yourself from teasing little Cruz… He’s got quite a temper that I really would advise you against tampering with…’ He shuddered as he remembered the fate of his explorer, Ferdinand Magellan. The albino European chugged down a bottle of beer and let out a satisfied ‘Ahhhh!’ while slamming the bottle onto the table.
‘Oh Tonio! What’s the worst that can happen? Kesesese~!’ the irritated Filipina made her way behind him with a smile on her face. All the Spaniard can do was watch cautiously and gave her a pleading look.
Corazon… Don’t… She pulled out her bolo, Dios mío! Las Filipinas! Put that down right now!
Oh Señor it will only take a moment~ I won’t murder him~ The sight of his friend chortling like a buffoon and his minor attended colony with the face of a demon, boggled his mind.
‘Chirp~! Chirp~!’ just when the ill-humored island was going to strike the Prussian with the blunt side of her bolo, Gilbird popped out of his hat. She halted and stared at it with alarmed eyes. The teeny yellow chick tilted his head at her ‘Chirp~? Chirp~?’
D-diosko! Ang…. Angliitnaman siya!Corazon thought in her native language, Hindi…. Hindi ko…. Hindi kokayanggawin to! Masyadongkaibig-ibigitongibon! Gilbird turned his head and looked her in the eyes, ANO!!?? Wag moakongtignang! Wag moakongtignang! Ai guskonaman! WAG MO NA AKONG TIGNANG!!!! Antonio blinked, confused why she was hesitating then asked himself why he even thought that. This is Gilbert’s life on the line! She could feel the little chick’s stare dig deep into her very soul. W-wala na… Gilbert’s head snapped up from his food as he heard her bolo slip from her hands.
‘Huh?’ he turned to see the Asian colony holding Gilbird in her hands, ‘Ah I see you’ve met Gilbird eh? Isn’t he just the awesomest little guy you’ve ever seen or what?” He grinned ever so proudly of his little bird. Corazon smiled as it nuzzled her cheek, laughing quietly to its softness. Antonio sighed in relief and leaned his cheek on his palm, chewing a churro.
Thank goodness she loves animals…, he thought, maybe I should get her a few animals when I visit her home… Gilbert cooed Gilbird to his hand and fed him some bread with a loving smile on his lips. Corazon quickly picked up her bolo and put it away, the Spanish man gave her a small frown. You’re going to have to explain why you have that later, she rubbed the back of her head with her tongue stuck out.
‘You want some beir with that Gilbird?’ the Prussian tittered and acquired a pleased chirp, ‘Gut! You shall then!’ Corazon walked over and stood beside Antonio , who gave her a quick kiss on the cheek when Gilbert wasn’t looking. She heaved away from him and he smirked.
‘After he leaves I’m getting a beso also, alright?’ he whispered, tapping his cheek. And even more~ The colony turned her head away from him.
‘We’ll see about that…’ she grumbled and Antonio continued to eat. The two nations resumed to eating and sharing stories of their recent travels. Gilbert began to examine Corazon when she held Gilbird once again. She would whistle a few tunes for the little bird to mimic, most of them Spanish love songs. He noticed that her laughs would turns into semi-giggles then back into laughs.
Hm… Looks feminine… Acts feminine… What’s next? He IS a female? He thought, ‘So where are you from Cruz?’
‘Las Filipinas’ Corazon answered immediately. Gilbird flew onto her hat and rested himself on it to take a nap. Gilbert chuckled light heartedly.
‘I see… A native…’ his expression relaxed as he watched Gilbird sleeping peacefully all while the disguised female watched him back. His skin color was pale and reminded her of her fair skinned brother, Wang Yao, the epithet of China. His hair looked disheveled tucked in his black hat from traveling. What struck her was not the color of his hair but more of his eyes. Rouge with a tinge of mauve. The color fueled her interest of the man Antonio calls friend and stared at him unintentionally. Gilbert broke his trance and saw her staring at him. He let out a goofy grin, ‘I’m just that awesome that you can’t stop staring~’ She blinked then hid her face behind her hand out of embarrassment.
‘M-my apologies… Herr Beilschmidt…’ Corazon sputtered, ‘I didn’t mean to stare… How disrespectful…’
‘Kesesese~! No need to be sorry! If you want you can stare at my five meters of awesomeness!’ Antonio almost choked on the chicken he was in the middle of swallowing.
‘… E-excuse me…?’ the Filipina scrupled, curiosity getting the best of her. The Spaniard decided to fake his choking and banged his fist on the table, ‘Gack! Dios mío! S-señor España!’ Setting Gilbird down on the table swiftly, she ran over to him and punched him on the stomach out of instinct. He coiled over and grabbed a cup of beer to properly swallow the piece of meat. It went down easily as his colony rubbed his back, ‘L-lo siento…’ Gilbert gawked at what played out in front of him. Antonio got Corazon to stop apologizing and smiled fondly at her. To add to seemingly awkward scene, he lightly kissed the top of her head and received and few strings of curses.
… He’s a certified pedophile alright…, he thought and choked on his heart as he heard a canon blast. ‘Mein gott! What was that?!’ The three went silent and another canon blast was heard. Antonio’s eyes widened as he heard a few shouts from his men and ran up to the deck. ‘A-Antonio?!’ The Prussian man picked up his bird and followed the conquistador along with the archipelago colony. As they made it up he held onto his hat to prevent the winds from blowing it away, ‘… Mein…gott…’ Corazon’s eyes were coated with fear and hid behind the pale nation. Even miles away she can see the flag she wished she’d never saw, ‘C-Cruz…?
‘I…Ing…la…ter….ra…’ she stifled, trying to calm down. Antonio glared at the ship his rival sailed. ‘Señor España…?’ The brunette looked over his shoulder to his colony, his lips in a fine line and unsure of what to do with her.
‘Damn you Kirkland…’ he hissed and grounded his teeth, ‘Now what do I do…?’
‘Tonio’ the Hispanic nation turned to his fellow kingdom, ‘Do you need to get this boy out of here?’ He patted Corazon’s shoulder, the two looked at him with confused looks. ‘Antonio, they haven’t spotted my ship. I can take him to your home. I’m heading back to mine anyway so I’ll just drop him off’ He grinned confidently, ‘What do you say?’ Antonio stared at him a few moments then looked over at the English ship heading to his. He was fully prepared to battle with his opponent but never saw his colony board the ship. He then looked at Corazon.
‘… Las Filipinas…’ the soft hearted country brought his colony in his arms, ‘Wait for me alright?... I’ll be back in no time I promise…’ He stroked her head tenderly and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. ‘Go with Gilbert. If anything bad happens just go to him si?’
‘But how about…?’ Corazon looked down at her clothes, the man she was going to be traveling with clearly didn’t know she was a female. Her subjugator bit his lip in thought.
‘Tell him only after he’s brought you to my home’
‘Tonio… They’re coming in fast…’ Gilbert pointed out impatiently, ‘Hurry it up…’
‘One moment’ Antonio snapped and gazed back at Corazon, ‘I’m expecting that beso when I come back, mi corazón’ He smiled trying to lighten her tense mood.
‘Estúpido’ the colony flicked his forehead and he winced, ‘Come back and I’ll give you ONE beso. After that no more. That should be enough motivation for you to give Inglaterra hell’ She ran back to Gilbert who tapped his foot.
‘Took you two long enough! Wait till I tell Lovino!’ he huffed. Antonio shook his head and waved at his friend.
‘Gracias mi amigo. Please take care of Cruz. He’s very important to me’ The conceited Prussian snorted, rolling his eyes.
‘So is every other little boy and girl that you have under your rule’ he lifted Corazon and tucked her under his arm. ‘My my my… You’re a light lad now aren’t you?’
‘What is the meaning of this?! I demand to be put down!’ she insisted. One of Gilbert’s men threw a rope over to him and with a skilled hand he took a hold of it. ‘Wh-what are you-!’
‘G-Gilbert?! What are you think-!’
‘Until next time Antonio! I, the awesome Prussia, shall make an awesome exit! Auf Wiedersehen!!’ after a quick salute and a vociferous goodbye, he swung over to his ship. The Spanish man rubbed his forehead, hoping Corazon made it alive. Then a canon blast got his attention once again.
‘Don Carriedo! It’s Inglaterra!’ a man in the Crow’s Nest cried, ‘They’re firing at us!’ The nation cursed under his breath then glanced back at the ship that headed away from the danger. When Gilbert landed feet first onto the deck, Corazon slipped out of his hold and ran to the railing to see her patron before leaving. Antonio saw her and waved her goodbye; she gripped the railing and cursed at him using a finger.
‘YOU BETTER COME BACK SO THAT I WON’T HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOUR TOMATO BACK HOME!! YOU GOT THAT PUTO??!!’ she screamed at the top of her lungs getting incredulous from the Prussian crew. The Spaniard chuckled but was interrupted by a sword swinging down at him. He side stepped away from it and drew his sword out.
‘So… We meet again…’ emerald eyes clashed on the deck, ‘Antonio Carriedo’
‘So it seems, Arthur Kirkland…’ the two nations circled each other, blades at each of their throats, ‘and it’s Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. Don’t forget it’ they stared down one another and began their sea faring battle.