Memories
Title: Memories
Rating: T
Genre/s: Drama/Angst
Pairing/s: Spain/OC Philippines, slight America/OC Philippines
Warning/s: Semi-historical. XD OOC, and grammar, but not bad.
Author's Note: Hey, I was inspired by a quote so I'm writing a new one. This one is a multi-chaptered fanfic, so I hope you enjoy~
Italic-Flashback
Bold-Maria's POV
Summary: Philippines is now finally free from Antonio's, but she couldn't forget all those memories of him.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia-Axis Powers. It belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz. I only own Philippines for now.
Chapter 1:
June 12, 1898- Philippine independence from the Spaniards.
The Filipinos cheered and celebrated for the freedom they've been longing for . A girl named Maria Clara Hernandez y Mercado, who has long, wavy black hair and black eyes, looked at the people below. She smiled and giggled at the sight. She was very happy that the war was now over.
Even though everything was now alright, Maria was somehow sad. Sad because she lost her brother that she dearly love. She had to admit, her brother was somewhat a jerk, but couldn't help thanking him because he raised her.
The girl closed her eyes for a moment and thought about her past. All she could remember was she and the chestnut man walking with her. She'd remember his lovely and melting smile .
With those memories she dearly cherished reminisced, she couldn't help but to smile. Though the girl wondered why the Spaniard changed from being a sweet and gentle to a rude and heartless brother.
“What happened? Where are the things I wanted you to buy? Where is it Philippines?” a chestnut man yelled at the little child crying for mercy.
“I'm very sorry Kuya Antonio! I-I was badly tired and hungry, so I didn't have any choice but to eat the foods I bought. I'm very sorry, Kuya Antonio. I will never do it again!” the child cried out, pleading and begging for mercy. The Spaniard wanted to yell his anger out at the child, but just gripped his hands and gritted his teeth.
“You're hopeless, Philippines! I wonder why I even raised you as my sibling. If you do this again, I won't let you go easily.” he said as he left. The girl fell to her knees as tears fell down to her cheeks.
Maria twitched at the memory. Of all memories she could recall, why is it the sad one? Erasing those thoughts in her mind, Maria punched something in middle air. “This is not the time to reminisce those stupid memories! Forget all of them Maria and move on! You'll have a new and great life.” she proclaimed, reassuring to herself everything would be alright. She celebrated her independence , along with the fellow Filipinos, throughout the night.
Sorry brother, I am not your sister anymore and never will. Our fate was decided. Even with all of this happenings, we can never change the fact that we existed in each others lives. It may be hard for me to accept this fate, but I must move on. My fellow Filipinos need me.
Goodbye brother, I will miss you dearly.
Little did she know, there was a foreigner in the island.
Author's Note: Ah, I finished it! June 12, 1898 is the independence of Philippines from Spain, but little did she know that she was bought by the Americans (Treaty of Paris). What a tragic one. About the flashback, you could say it was the Filipinos in those days. I don't have any grudge to any of the Spaniards here. The POV part, like I said Maria doesn't know the Americans bought her. Constructive criticisms please! (even flames are accepted) ^^;;. Thank you~
Rating: T
Genre/s: Drama/Angst
Pairing/s: Spain/OC Philippines, slight America/OC Philippines
Warning/s: Semi-historical. XD OOC, and grammar, but not bad.
Author's Note: Hey, I was inspired by a quote so I'm writing a new one. This one is a multi-chaptered fanfic, so I hope you enjoy~
Italic-Flashback
Bold-Maria's POV
Summary: Philippines is now finally free from Antonio's, but she couldn't forget all those memories of him.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia-Axis Powers. It belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz. I only own Philippines for now.
Chapter 1:
June 12, 1898- Philippine independence from the Spaniards.
The Filipinos cheered and celebrated for the freedom they've been longing for . A girl named Maria Clara Hernandez y Mercado, who has long, wavy black hair and black eyes, looked at the people below. She smiled and giggled at the sight. She was very happy that the war was now over.
Even though everything was now alright, Maria was somehow sad. Sad because she lost her brother that she dearly love. She had to admit, her brother was somewhat a jerk, but couldn't help thanking him because he raised her.
The girl closed her eyes for a moment and thought about her past. All she could remember was she and the chestnut man walking with her. She'd remember his lovely and melting smile .
With those memories she dearly cherished reminisced, she couldn't help but to smile. Though the girl wondered why the Spaniard changed from being a sweet and gentle to a rude and heartless brother.
“What happened? Where are the things I wanted you to buy? Where is it Philippines?” a chestnut man yelled at the little child crying for mercy.
“I'm very sorry Kuya Antonio! I-I was badly tired and hungry, so I didn't have any choice but to eat the foods I bought. I'm very sorry, Kuya Antonio. I will never do it again!” the child cried out, pleading and begging for mercy. The Spaniard wanted to yell his anger out at the child, but just gripped his hands and gritted his teeth.
“You're hopeless, Philippines! I wonder why I even raised you as my sibling. If you do this again, I won't let you go easily.” he said as he left. The girl fell to her knees as tears fell down to her cheeks.
Maria twitched at the memory. Of all memories she could recall, why is it the sad one? Erasing those thoughts in her mind, Maria punched something in middle air. “This is not the time to reminisce those stupid memories! Forget all of them Maria and move on! You'll have a new and great life.” she proclaimed, reassuring to herself everything would be alright. She celebrated her independence , along with the fellow Filipinos, throughout the night.
Sorry brother, I am not your sister anymore and never will. Our fate was decided. Even with all of this happenings, we can never change the fact that we existed in each others lives. It may be hard for me to accept this fate, but I must move on. My fellow Filipinos need me.
Goodbye brother, I will miss you dearly.
Little did she know, there was a foreigner in the island.
Author's Note: Ah, I finished it! June 12, 1898 is the independence of Philippines from Spain, but little did she know that she was bought by the Americans (Treaty of Paris). What a tragic one. About the flashback, you could say it was the Filipinos in those days. I don't have any grudge to any of the Spaniards here. The POV part, like I said Maria doesn't know the Americans bought her. Constructive criticisms please! (even flames are accepted) ^^;;. Thank you~