[fanfiction] longest holiday - past forward/white ribbon (three)
Title: Longest Holiday - Past Forward / White Ribbon (3)
Author: silentside
Genre: Humor/Drama
Characters: OC!PH (Ma.Salome), America and mentions of other Iggy's spawns. Plus some asian nations.
Warning: Unbetad dribble :| Some spoilers for an ongoing title of the same title / political events, Lots of talking, now with Korea!
Part Two (here) - Elevator Drama with America
Summary: Exactly a year after Typhoon Ketsana struck and devastated her home, Maria briefly reflects on the events that followed the year before: the generosity of the international community and the briefly chaotic (and yet strangely hilarious) 'foreign relations' that ensued after. A year now to the present, she found herself braving another dilemma that have strained her ties with her asian siblings and the rest of the world.
One forgives but never forgets and as the wounds slowly heals, she reluctantly accompanies her boss for a crucial week-long trip to America for the US-ASEAN Summit. To her, it is another awkward reunion with the confident and ever enthusiastic Alfred F. Jones.
A/N: Now we get Korea and Mexico bonding timez \o/ Idk why that EVEN happened I just....You know what, I should stop adding concluded chapters. My readers, you know by now I DON'T FOLLOW THEM orz. But the updates will be consistent since there is a time flow that I have to follow XD
And I have been re-reading drabbles in ardendieux XD I suggest you all check that out, OC x canon characters so well written and in so many genre (including smut. I usually don't like smut, but it's so beautifully written it makes anything I do look dirt *A*)
Notes: Some of this will happen in the installment of LH in the future but not 'written in' the fic itself orz. Which explains the length of this thing (my usual problem as well) Hopefully it will done by this year LH I mean T_T it's been in semi-hiatus for a year now OTL
This one will end nicely xD
On with the show o/
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1:00 pm
He pushed himself from the wall that he is leaning on, wearily spitting the gum he have been chewing for half an hour now. Waiting around the corner along the cramped lobby, for his hermanita to arrive, Alfonso Hernandez wondered what's taking his sister nation too long. Sure, Filipino time isn't that bad...is it? He heard that Indonesia and Malaysia have this habit of arriving late, but Maria probably have beaten them to that. He is already getting strange looks from the Asian nations, who just like Maria, have been left by their bosses to rest while they attend to the summit.
"Eh, what are you looking at?" He snarled at yet another curious one staring at him, the nation have a looped ahoge on the head. "Never seen a romance nation before?"
The unnamed nation smiled back to him, much to his dismay. "Annyeong Haseyo! Mexico, yes?"
Oh fuck...
If he thought America's constant presence in his hermanita's place is annoying enough, there is Im Yong Soo. Alfonso begins to notice it when her interest in his telenovelas rapidly declined and she then started to style her hair in a neatly coiffed style while her manner of dressing evolved to something brighter than usual. Not that he do mind but...it involved so many patterns.
And that's just the tip of the iceberg.
He can see the same eye-blinding patterns and cloth layering at the perky smiling nation in front of him. Grinning, Yong Soo extended his hand in greeting. Alfonso stared at it.
He felt like Maria is better off with the influence of his idiot neighbor nation.
"Well," he nodded curtly, clasping his hand for a quick handshake "--Hola."
"Don't you feel cold with your chest bared out like that?"
He lifted an eyebrow, Don't you feel ridiculous looking like a flamboyant ski instructor with all that plaid and peach? He feels like asking.
"If you got the assets, you flaunt it. Amigo." he grinned sarcastically, withdrawing his hand. He glanced over the Korean's shoulder, earning giggles and shy looks from few female passer-bys. "Romance nations like us know what pleases the ladies and we give it to them."
"Oh, assets. I see." Yong Soo replied in a somewhat irate tone, stealing a quick glance over his shoulder. He does not like the smug expression on his face, he is clearly hitting on his sisters. "Well I think that comes by default if you are raised by Spain."
"That butt joke is getting old." Alfonso answered grinning, baring his teeth. He cocked his head a little over the right, as the female nations passed by. He can see the smaller nation frown. "Just in case you are wondering why I'm here, I'm visiting my sister."
"That's not your sister, that's Vietnam." Yong Soo replied dryly, following his eyes and waited until his Asian sisters boarded the elevator. "Stop checking her out."
"I know that. I'm not like that estupido who can't even tell them apart from behind." He answered, the Asian nation was quick to understand he is referring to Alfred. "And are you loco? I won't check out my hermanita--"
"He loved them both. Vietnam and Philippines." Yong Soo remarked, crossing his arms across his chest."For different reasons of course! And so do you."
"Heh, of course I love mi hermanita. She is the only one I have here."
"Loved by the North Americas."
"Yeah."
Alfonso noticed that Yong Soo is not frowning anymore. A small smile is slowly curving on his lips, it's almost impish.
He stared at him flatly. "What."
"You love her more than that, you taught her well, after all a part of you went to that ess..tupido right?"
Why is he even having a conversation about his hermanita to someone who have a fixation with Kiku's 'breasts'? Grunting, he pulled Yong Soo by the collar. The korean made a surprise yelp as Alfonso shoved him to a cushioned chair. Just when the brunette was to sit forward, the Mexican shoved him again, having him trapped, clasping both armrests in front of him. Yong Soo cringed a little when he saw the ominous look in those deep brown depths.
He can see the other man's fingers digging deep and tightly at the arm rests. "Look here, you pink flamingo---"
"For your information, this is peach and this is high-fashion! Which by the way originated in..."
"I don't care!" he growled, "You know something and you are not telling me!"
"Hey, it's not my fault you are that reckless..."
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November 14 2009 - Alfred's Time
MGM Grand, Las Vegas
"Salome!" he called out, trying to make his way past the sea of people, most of them are from the local press, the security staff and high-profile celebrities, all trying to get a glimpse or huddle near the People's Champion in the locker area. Camera flashes are starting to blind him that Yong Soo can no longer see where he is going. Shielding one arm over his eyes, he surged forward until he ran on something hard.
"Hey watch it!"
Or rather, someone.
He looked up, shielding his eyes from the blinding lights. Standing in front of him holding several I.D. passes is Alfred F. Jones.
"Hey, whoah!" He greeted, when he recognized the fellow nation, waving one hand. One of the straps hit his hair loop. Ouch. "I didn't you know are coming here!"
"I'm looking for Salome!" he called out, trying to top the excited voices around them. "I need to talk to her!"
"Are you sure this is the right time?" Alfred yelled back, "She is probably way back celebrating! You will need a pass though, nation or not. It's already sold out though...Hey...if you want, you can buy this exclusive VIP pass and meet Manny in the flesh, awesome right?"
"Your celebrities are all over him already!"
"That too, you will get to meet my awesome celebrities! Have you seen Mickey Rourke?!"
"I don't give a damn even if it's Tom Cruise!" he shouted once again, covering both ears. "Fine, give me the pass!"
"$100 dollars~!"
"That's a rip off!"
"Hey, either that or you have to wait. But I doubt she will have the time, she will be leaving early tomorrow!" Alfred answered, holding out his palm. "$100 dollars~"
Grumbling, Yong Soo reached out for his wallet, gave him the money, snatched his VIP pass and hastily made his way inside through the mad throng of fans and presses to look for the petite nation. It didn't took him that long, he managed to escape the crowd as soon as he entered the locker area. There are few photographers, a couple of reporters and Alfred was not joking when he saw Mickey Rourke having his picture taken alongside the world-famous Filipino boxer. The 'People's Champion' then turned around and recognized him immediately and even greeted him, much to his embarrassment. Unlike the others around him, congratulating the champ, he asked the boxer if he saw His Nation anywhere, earning Yong Soo a strange gaze from everyone in that room.
"I'm sorry! But It's kinda important!" he squeaked, to which he was pointed at the farther end of the room leading towards an exit connecting backstage. Murmuring his thanks, he dashes there immediately.
The door is slightly ajar and when he is about to open it even wider, he started to hear angry male voices. He peeked and recognized them immediately as Latin American nations. One of them looks gruffer than the other, which he assumed is Mexico.
"I can't believe you bet against me!" The tanned nation argued, reluctantly handing Alfonso some wads of cash. "Your hermano!"
"Oye, she might be asian but she is still raised by the same idiot and she is still our hermanita." he responded, his eyes gleaming as he counted the money on his palm. He folded it immediately and placed it in his back pocket. "To be fair Puerto, your man don't have the balls out there to fight. It's a shame really."
"You p-puto!" Puerto Rico answered hotly, "He is a prized fighter!"
Yong Soo's ahoge sprung a little. Isn't that Salome's delicacy?
"Not the way I see it." Alfonso smiled smugly, placing both hands on his hips. " A real fighter gives it all out there. You saw what Manny is capable of in the ring. The ferocity he delivers, he never backs down and well.."
"Blood. He gives you blood. I should have known you are such a sadomasochist."
"At least he gives me a real fight, eh? Sore loser."
"You know what they call him now Alfonso?" Lorenzo retorted, "The mexicutioner. Because he have slaughtered a lot of yours."
"Oh shut up, you cabrón ! Someday I will restore my honor in the ring!"
"Yeah and stop getting beaten up by a girl!"
Before Alfonso can cuss back at him once more, Puerto turned around and stormed towards the exit, swinging the door wide open. Yong Soo briefly overheard the noises outside: the clicking of the cameras, the excited voices of the media and they're all chanting the champion's name. The door then closed once more and this time the Asian nation overheard what seemed to be light peals of laughter. It must be Salome. He craned his neck a little from where he is hiding and he saw that familiar bob of long black hair and her petite form. She just finished talking to someone on her cellphone and she looks flushed from her champion's victory.
"Ah mi hermanita!" Yong Soo watched as he welcomed his sister with open arms, embracing her. She in turn was surprised to find her hermano nacion and her foremost rival in the same sport actually congratulating her, but she returned the affection nonetheless, giving him a quick hug before taking a step back to straighten her blouse.
"I've won again, Kuya!" she beamed, looking at him. "I thought it's not possible, but I did! It was kind of fast--I don't believe it! I..."
"Maria," he grinned, stepping forward and encircling his arms around her waist. He then kissed her on the forehead."If that's my man on the ring, I could have given you more of a challenge than Puerto...seriously!"
"What are you doing?"
"Eh?" He lifted an eyebrow, trying to feign a hurt expression. "Is it wrong that I want to give my only hermanita in Asia a congratulatory hug? You are now on top of the world!"
She giggled.
"You are also good, Kuya..."
"Of course, who else taught you to be this good." He pressed himself, and Yong Soo cringed, for some brotherly love it looked a little too close for comfort. The tanned nation might as well rubbed his crotch against her belly. And there she is, her dark sparkling eyes boring against his, still flushed from her victory and looking clueless on just what's about to obviously happen.
She is--definitely Antonio's child.
"Don't giggle like that~" Alfonso smirked, kissing her alternately at both cheeks. "Besos?"
She obliged, bending forward to press her cheek against his when he quickly tipped her chin towards his face and crushed his mouth against hers. Maria let out a surprised yelp, too stunned to react or struggle as the gruff brunette pulled her closer to his form.
Romance nations are pretty straightforward when it comes to these things, the asian nation thought. He can remember seeing such friendly exchanges during world cups--well he does not know about boxing events.
He heard Salome sigh and saw her shudder underneath him. Alfonso drew in his breath and tore his mouth briefly to breathe for a few seconds before kissing her passionately once more.
Yong Soo is pretty damned sure that fraternal kisses does not involve tongues.
"You are a fast learner, always have been" he smirked, thumbing the string of saliva from her lips, "--and you always exceed my expectations. "
"W-what?"
"How else did you get that gringo wrapped around your finger?"
He watch in amusement as her ears burned red and a lovely rosy hue began to spread down her neck and her chest.
She struggled against his hold, trying to push him away, but Alfonso locked her in a tight embrace. "Kuya, Don't remind me of those 'lessons'!"
"Don't you miss it?" he ran a hand in her blouse, she was quick to grab it but it didn't stopped him. He persisted until he coped a feel of her chest to which he starts stroking on slow circular motions. She whimpered."When Papa isn't looking and how unmindful he was as how we spend our siestas in the ship--"
"T-That's just that one time!"
"Second, if you count the time you asked for 'lessons'."
"Enough!" she gasped, but her words are barely above a whisper. She shivered when she felt his calloused fingers slowly sliding underneath the lace of her brassiere, tracing the swell of flesh underneath it.
"--enough..."
"You say that, but I know how you miss a real man's touch--" he bends over, kissing the base of her neck, before shifting his face closer to her ear. By this time, she is tickled pink all over. "As a romance nation, mi querida--"
He then got kneed on his vital regions.
It was an unexpected move that nearly made the hiding nation burst out laughing, Alfonso stumbled back, his eyes wide with shock and he lets out a string of Spanish profanities as he clutched his regions, cringing to the point he is almost on his knees.
"Querida?! Is that what you think of me?" she spat, the color on her face growing brighter than ever. She hastily starts straightening her blouse. "A mistress?"
"You loca, that's not what it meant!" he groaned, trying to straighten himself up. Apparently she strikes as hard as does with her fists. "It's like your putos and rice cakes--querida...it means beloved!"
"..."
He smiled.
However, if Alfonso expects her to apologize and make it up to him, he was dead wrong.
"Teka, you are bringing this up for your honor's sake, am I right?"
"Eh?"
"You are trying to seduce me for your honor!"
"No!"
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Yong Soo did not know what comes first, the mexican's fist, the numbness of his jaw or the fact he is seeing sparkles and that the world is spinning as he fell back backwards to the carpeted floor.
"You pervertido!" he almost screamed, "You are spying on us?!"
"I'm..." his eyes are spinning spirals, "I'm not! I'm looking for her because I'm going to ask her something! You are the one who wanted to do it badly by the fire exit!"
"--shut up!" he snapped, "She was fresh from her champ's victory, breathing hard and looking oh so hot, I got turned on, it's a brief madness!"
The Asian nation wobbled as he tried to get back at his feet, Alfonso is still standing defensively, his fists still clenched. "Yeah madness, the third time around sure..hey..." he dusted his plaid pants, "But I never told a soul. I pretty much owed you from last time, right?"
The other nation stared at him with disbelief, Yong Soo see him relax a little but looking confused.
"You owe me for what?"
The Asian chuckled softly, "Last year, I'm the half-naked one you saw struggling out at a trash dump! You took pity and gave me your shirt so I can cover up."
Alfonso paused, trying to remember the crazy incident. Actually, 2009 was a crazy year with his hermanita and one of them involves several isolated incidents of half-naked male nations getting booted out of her room, him included when he slung a taco over Matthew Williams when Maria was teaching how to do the Tango. "Oh..."
Yong Soo straightened his shirt. "Yeahh...it was kind of dark then and I know you are not that familiarized with asian nations."
Alfonso crossed his arms across his chest, "Tch, okay fine. I think I should thank you." he then lifted an eyebrow, eyeing him curiously. "Eh, by the way--what exactly happened that my Maria threw you out? You refuse her local citizens to go in your establishments or something?"
"I umm...she was entertaining Canada when I went in, asking her permission to use her bathroom."
"..."
"...I forgot I was in my birthday suit."
Again, Yong Soo saw sparkles.
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Not Allowing her citizens in his establishments - I have read in some media that there are some Korean stores in PH that doesn't allow Pinoys to go inside, adding some tension to the relationship (I mean, it would make sense if they are in Korea). Or I could be wrong, idek.
Manny Pacquiao vs, Miguel Cotto - MGM Grand, November 2009. It is said that during the fight, a lot of Mexicans sided/placed their bets on Manny during the event because of the said boxer's aggressiveness and fierceness in the ring (and mex's people want to see bloood), while Cotto appears to be more cautious and therefore to them is meh.
Birthday suit - naked XD
1:40 pm
Alfonso grew tired of waiting and headed down the hallway to meet his sister. And he really need to hurry: he can hear the asian nation groaning out loud 'aniki'' after he delivered yet another punch on his face. He really need to watch his temper next time, something that he have a hard time keeping.
He realized whats taking his sister nation long: she is already there at her room's doorstep and that blasted gringo have her locked in a deep embrace. Alfonso wondered what the blond nation have done this time. He can hear him talking to her softly.
Alfred does not know that the tanned nation is standing behind them.
"If you think about it, you might have gotten your violent tendencies from your bro--"
"That's not funny Kuya!" she argued, "Wait, which one?"
"Who else? The one who frequently tries to sneak in my borders!" he answered, loosening his hold. "Hey if you think about it you are always stepping up ahead of him. He is pretty infamous to journalists the year before you became notorious with....journalists too."
"Oye!" He bellowed, making Alfred jump. Maria must have noticed him as her eyes shone immediately upon seeing him. "What is that I hear about me being infamous again, eh?"
"I don't see what you have to be so worked up with, Mex." He countered in a soft malicious tone, watching the other man ball up his fists. "You know its the truth and but it's two years ago, get over it."
"It concerns me gringo, that you are telling others negative things about me behind my back." he growled, briefly glancing towards the petite Maria who is starting to fumble the contents in her bag behind the blond nation. He hesitated briefly and then continued his rebuttal in Mexican Spanish, to which Maria Salome understood a few words phrases: 'my siblings', ' you're better-off' , 'we don't hide bullshit' and 'fat turd'. She started snickering at the last one. She is completely laughing and holding her sides by the time she opened her door to her room, excusing herself that she needed to go to the bathroom first, leaving the door partially open and the two men outside gaping, their eyes wide as saucers.
Alfred was the first to speak, his brows lifting past his hairline. "Wow, she re-learned it faster than I thought."
"Re-learned what fast?"
"Oh you didn't know?" Alfred smiled smugly, tapping the door to Salome's room open with his fingers. "Antonio proposed an academic program to re-establish the Spanish language back to her academic curriculum. It's effective this year."
"..."
"That's right, Alfonso. She pretty much understood everything you said."
Alfred eyed the brunette quizzically when Alfonso's baffled reaction slowly turned to amusement.
"Heh...I guess that will make things easier for us to communicate then." he grinned, heading towards the room's entrance alongside Alfred. The blond is quick to block his path.
"I'm not crossing your borders, you idiot." Alfonso stared at him flatly, like the look alone will let Alfred let him in. "I'm here to visit my hermanita."
"Hey, hey! Does she know?!" the blond demanded, "Because I don't remember you talking to her! This is the US-ASEAN summit!"
"Tch. Mi Salome does not need you to monitor her foreign relations all the time." Alfonso sneered, eyeing him critically. He gave Alfred a shove as he tries to force himself in. "She is an independent nation. Say what you will about how notorious our reputations have become in a global scale--but have you ever seen her give up?"
"I still can't you let in."
"Ah Gringo, but you would want to let me in." he mocked him. "Housekeeping~?"
Persistent son of a bitch and his retarded humor. Alfred's sparkling blue eyes dimmed. Alfonso is a couple of inches smaller--he can give him a quick headbutt, enough to disorient the tanned nation and slam the door shut on his face.
But Salome's sweet voice called out from the bathroom inside, "Kuya?"
"Si!"
"Yeah, babe?"
The two glared at each other after answering Salome simultaneously both at the same time.
There was a brief 3 minute pause before Salome giggled in response. She came out, turning her head around to smile warmly back at the familiar pair of pleased brown eyes peering over the blond's shoulder. "Ah, Kuya Alfred...let Kuya Alfonso in! I invited him over!"
"Darn it!" Alfred scowled, reluctantly letting the tanned nation in. For giving him a hard time, Alfonso intentionally stepped on his foot with the heel of his boot as he made himself welcome in his sister nation's room, heading over bending over and grabbing a beer from the fridge as Salome protested.
"You asshole, that's quality leather!" he shouted angrily, stomping forward. He was about to grab the can from Alfonso's grip, but the brunette is quick to dodge him. "Why are you here anyway?"
"Foreign relations"
Salome resisted the urge to run a palm down her face, male nations. Inhaling deeply, she decided to butt in their argument before Alfonso can make a weapon and bash Alfred's head with anything within a 10-feet radius.
"We are here to talk about the progress of our festival, Kuya Alfred." She pouted, planting her hands on her hips . "It's for tourism, one of the few things that's keeping my economy afloat."
"Festival? When did both of you have a festival together? It's not cinco de mayo isn't it?"
Salome simply shook her head and blew a wisp of hair away from her face. "Hay naku..."
It's Alfonso's turn to smile broadly, He lifted an eyebrow. "Oh you didn't know? Filipinas proposed the 1st International Dia del Galleon festival."
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The spanish language is pulled out from Philippines academic curriculum in 1987 and is currently being reinstated by the Spain early this year. PGMA even received an personally from the King of Spain and one of them is primarily because of this. Truefax. C'mon Antonio, do we need this really 8|
Dia del Galleon Festival is Philippines trying to reconnect with it's Spanish heritage (Galleon Trade) and her brother nations through its month long celebration (September 15-October 15) Which is why every ASEAN is wondering wth he is there XD
Before we got coined the worst country for journalists last year, I think I've read somewhere before that Mexico too,,hmm
3:30 pm
Apparently letting Alfonso stay 'as long as he wanted' does not bode well with Alfred F. Jones. When the Mexican is around his Sally, he suddenly felt like he is the third wheel. Sure there is the 'small' language barrier but both siblings can relate and will talk about one topic and that's him.
Most of them are not good things.
And It does not help that Salome is now capable of understanding Spain's language.
Crouching uncomfortably on the carpeted floor, the blond stole a quick menacing glance behind him: Alfonso is now on the master bed comfortably with his sister, sharing a bowl of popcorn and a bag of doritos between them.
Alfred wondered if it was an annoying habit with some of Spain's boys to swagger around shamelessly half-naked around the opposite sex. Apparently Salome does not mind her brother lying beside her shirtless in his toned and sun-kissed glory, his jeans' buttons undone. The blond turned away in disgust, he just have much as body hair as his charming and rather oblivious father nation.
The rugged brunette keeps flipping the channels with the tv remote, complaining he can't find a damn thing to watch, while Salome teased him about his telenovelas.
"What, no telemundo kuya?"
"¿por qué? What is this? There is supposed to be one!"
"Well you are out of luck." He grumbled, "Now you are giving us a seizure, so hand me over the remote!"
Frustratingly, Alfonso hurled the remote control.
It struck Alfred hard between Texas.
4:00 p.m.
Maria Salome can imagine the death glare her siblings will give her if they ever learn the host nation entered her private quarters, even more so with Alfonso having to drop by. But she thought it was a risk worth taking knowing how scandalous and loud the two of the north american trio can get if she meet them up at the lobby.
They will most likely behave in her territory, or in her room at least.
She was wrong. In less than an hour, the two quickly got into a fist fight with Alfred tackling the tanned nation to the ground, screaming angrily at him for nearly crushing his Texas. Alfonso retaliated they are his to begin with and pointed out that his reflexes are slow because of all the junk he eats. Yong Soo, whose room is just next to hers, have to call her three times to tell her to keep it down and Maria explains that she is trying to, if she can even get herself between them. Its hard trying to pull either man nation apart and she already was heavily tempted to bash either one of them with any appliances, if not for the fact its not hers. The fourth time Yong Soo rang, she hotly cuts him off saying that yes, bruised egos and dick measuring contests originated in Korea and slammed the receiver down.
It will escalate to a full-blown chaos for all her ASEAN siblings, possibly those present on the floor, to hear. Maria got no choice.
And what happened in that room, will stay in that room.
She took a deep breath, before shouting at them.
"Hey you two!"
The duo both turned around towards her voice. Alfonso's irises dilated in shock. Gaping, he immediately released Alfred's collar.
5:30 p.m.
"That's a major, major distraction."
"Stop saying that you gringo! You are starting again!"
"No, you did-! You are a being a major pain in the arse."
"Stop saying that..." Alfonso lowered his voice, crouching forward, hissing at the blond beside him. Both of them are sitting on the floor, with Alfred's back leaning against the bed. "--she does not find that funny anymore!"
"Major major..."
"You are asking for another punch on the jaw..."
"That will be a MAJOR regret in your part if you do that again!"
"'Tch...At least I won the world crown!"
"And I got seven world titles!" Salome spat, slapping a pack of frozen pack of peas across Alfred's face. They didn't expect her to show up immediately after what she did. Alfonso jumped back a little, almost hitting his head with the bed lamp.
Her face is flush to a shade of deep scarlet and before her latin brother nation can sit up and say anything, she headed towards the door.
"I'm going to apologize to Song Yoo!" she spat, furiously banging the door behind her. "He have a bad headache and all hear is you two fighting over a bloody remote! It's embarrassing!"
Did she say Yong Soo?
Oh fuck
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Ms. Universe 2010. Mexico won the title and we placed 4th runner up and the 'major major' became an irritating trend orz. Someone posted about how a manly nation like Mex won in a world beauty pageant and PH (well to me, is most likely) a female nation winning seven world titles in boxing is something of an irony.
OTL
looks like I will continue this later...there is just lots of things to explore ;_; like idek
Will be archived in my list: here :D
Author: silentside
Genre: Humor/Drama
Characters: OC!PH (Ma.Salome), America and mentions of other Iggy's spawns. Plus some asian nations.
Warning: Unbetad dribble :| Some spoilers for an ongoing title of the same title / political events, Lots of talking, now with Korea!
Part Two (here) - Elevator Drama with America
Summary: Exactly a year after Typhoon Ketsana struck and devastated her home, Maria briefly reflects on the events that followed the year before: the generosity of the international community and the briefly chaotic (and yet strangely hilarious) 'foreign relations' that ensued after. A year now to the present, she found herself braving another dilemma that have strained her ties with her asian siblings and the rest of the world.
One forgives but never forgets and as the wounds slowly heals, she reluctantly accompanies her boss for a crucial week-long trip to America for the US-ASEAN Summit. To her, it is another awkward reunion with the confident and ever enthusiastic Alfred F. Jones.
A/N: Now we get Korea and Mexico bonding timez \o/ Idk why that EVEN happened I just....You know what, I should stop adding concluded chapters. My readers, you know by now I DON'T FOLLOW THEM orz. But the updates will be consistent since there is a time flow that I have to follow XD
And I have been re-reading drabbles in ardendieux XD I suggest you all check that out, OC x canon characters so well written and in so many genre (including smut. I usually don't like smut, but it's so beautifully written it makes anything I do look dirt *A*)
Notes: Some of this will happen in the installment of LH in the future but not 'written in' the fic itself orz. Which explains the length of this thing (my usual problem as well) Hopefully it will done by this year LH I mean T_T it's been in semi-hiatus for a year now OTL
This one will end nicely xD
On with the show o/
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1:00 pm
He pushed himself from the wall that he is leaning on, wearily spitting the gum he have been chewing for half an hour now. Waiting around the corner along the cramped lobby, for his hermanita to arrive, Alfonso Hernandez wondered what's taking his sister nation too long. Sure, Filipino time isn't that bad...is it? He heard that Indonesia and Malaysia have this habit of arriving late, but Maria probably have beaten them to that. He is already getting strange looks from the Asian nations, who just like Maria, have been left by their bosses to rest while they attend to the summit.
"Eh, what are you looking at?" He snarled at yet another curious one staring at him, the nation have a looped ahoge on the head. "Never seen a romance nation before?"
The unnamed nation smiled back to him, much to his dismay. "Annyeong Haseyo! Mexico, yes?"
Oh fuck...
If he thought America's constant presence in his hermanita's place is annoying enough, there is Im Yong Soo. Alfonso begins to notice it when her interest in his telenovelas rapidly declined and she then started to style her hair in a neatly coiffed style while her manner of dressing evolved to something brighter than usual. Not that he do mind but...it involved so many patterns.
And that's just the tip of the iceberg.
He can see the same eye-blinding patterns and cloth layering at the perky smiling nation in front of him. Grinning, Yong Soo extended his hand in greeting. Alfonso stared at it.
He felt like Maria is better off with the influence of his idiot neighbor nation.
"Well," he nodded curtly, clasping his hand for a quick handshake "--Hola."
"Don't you feel cold with your chest bared out like that?"
He lifted an eyebrow, Don't you feel ridiculous looking like a flamboyant ski instructor with all that plaid and peach? He feels like asking.
"If you got the assets, you flaunt it. Amigo." he grinned sarcastically, withdrawing his hand. He glanced over the Korean's shoulder, earning giggles and shy looks from few female passer-bys. "Romance nations like us know what pleases the ladies and we give it to them."
"Oh, assets. I see." Yong Soo replied in a somewhat irate tone, stealing a quick glance over his shoulder. He does not like the smug expression on his face, he is clearly hitting on his sisters. "Well I think that comes by default if you are raised by Spain."
"That butt joke is getting old." Alfonso answered grinning, baring his teeth. He cocked his head a little over the right, as the female nations passed by. He can see the smaller nation frown. "Just in case you are wondering why I'm here, I'm visiting my sister."
"That's not your sister, that's Vietnam." Yong Soo replied dryly, following his eyes and waited until his Asian sisters boarded the elevator. "Stop checking her out."
"I know that. I'm not like that estupido who can't even tell them apart from behind." He answered, the Asian nation was quick to understand he is referring to Alfred. "And are you loco? I won't check out my hermanita--"
"He loved them both. Vietnam and Philippines." Yong Soo remarked, crossing his arms across his chest."For different reasons of course! And so do you."
"Heh, of course I love mi hermanita. She is the only one I have here."
"Loved by the North Americas."
"Yeah."
Alfonso noticed that Yong Soo is not frowning anymore. A small smile is slowly curving on his lips, it's almost impish.
He stared at him flatly. "What."
"You love her more than that, you taught her well, after all a part of you went to that ess..tupido right?"
Why is he even having a conversation about his hermanita to someone who have a fixation with Kiku's 'breasts'? Grunting, he pulled Yong Soo by the collar. The korean made a surprise yelp as Alfonso shoved him to a cushioned chair. Just when the brunette was to sit forward, the Mexican shoved him again, having him trapped, clasping both armrests in front of him. Yong Soo cringed a little when he saw the ominous look in those deep brown depths.
He can see the other man's fingers digging deep and tightly at the arm rests. "Look here, you pink flamingo---"
"For your information, this is peach and this is high-fashion! Which by the way originated in..."
"I don't care!" he growled, "You know something and you are not telling me!"
"Hey, it's not my fault you are that reckless..."
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November 14 2009 - Alfred's Time
MGM Grand, Las Vegas
"Salome!" he called out, trying to make his way past the sea of people, most of them are from the local press, the security staff and high-profile celebrities, all trying to get a glimpse or huddle near the People's Champion in the locker area. Camera flashes are starting to blind him that Yong Soo can no longer see where he is going. Shielding one arm over his eyes, he surged forward until he ran on something hard.
"Hey watch it!"
Or rather, someone.
He looked up, shielding his eyes from the blinding lights. Standing in front of him holding several I.D. passes is Alfred F. Jones.
"Hey, whoah!" He greeted, when he recognized the fellow nation, waving one hand. One of the straps hit his hair loop. Ouch. "I didn't you know are coming here!"
"I'm looking for Salome!" he called out, trying to top the excited voices around them. "I need to talk to her!"
"Are you sure this is the right time?" Alfred yelled back, "She is probably way back celebrating! You will need a pass though, nation or not. It's already sold out though...Hey...if you want, you can buy this exclusive VIP pass and meet Manny in the flesh, awesome right?"
"Your celebrities are all over him already!"
"That too, you will get to meet my awesome celebrities! Have you seen Mickey Rourke?!"
"I don't give a damn even if it's Tom Cruise!" he shouted once again, covering both ears. "Fine, give me the pass!"
"$100 dollars~!"
"That's a rip off!"
"Hey, either that or you have to wait. But I doubt she will have the time, she will be leaving early tomorrow!" Alfred answered, holding out his palm. "$100 dollars~"
Grumbling, Yong Soo reached out for his wallet, gave him the money, snatched his VIP pass and hastily made his way inside through the mad throng of fans and presses to look for the petite nation. It didn't took him that long, he managed to escape the crowd as soon as he entered the locker area. There are few photographers, a couple of reporters and Alfred was not joking when he saw Mickey Rourke having his picture taken alongside the world-famous Filipino boxer. The 'People's Champion' then turned around and recognized him immediately and even greeted him, much to his embarrassment. Unlike the others around him, congratulating the champ, he asked the boxer if he saw His Nation anywhere, earning Yong Soo a strange gaze from everyone in that room.
"I'm sorry! But It's kinda important!" he squeaked, to which he was pointed at the farther end of the room leading towards an exit connecting backstage. Murmuring his thanks, he dashes there immediately.
The door is slightly ajar and when he is about to open it even wider, he started to hear angry male voices. He peeked and recognized them immediately as Latin American nations. One of them looks gruffer than the other, which he assumed is Mexico.
"I can't believe you bet against me!" The tanned nation argued, reluctantly handing Alfonso some wads of cash. "Your hermano!"
"Oye, she might be asian but she is still raised by the same idiot and she is still our hermanita." he responded, his eyes gleaming as he counted the money on his palm. He folded it immediately and placed it in his back pocket. "To be fair Puerto, your man don't have the balls out there to fight. It's a shame really."
"You p-puto!" Puerto Rico answered hotly, "He is a prized fighter!"
Yong Soo's ahoge sprung a little. Isn't that Salome's delicacy?
"Not the way I see it." Alfonso smiled smugly, placing both hands on his hips. " A real fighter gives it all out there. You saw what Manny is capable of in the ring. The ferocity he delivers, he never backs down and well.."
"Blood. He gives you blood. I should have known you are such a sadomasochist."
"At least he gives me a real fight, eh? Sore loser."
"You know what they call him now Alfonso?" Lorenzo retorted, "The mexicutioner. Because he have slaughtered a lot of yours."
"Oh shut up, you cabrón ! Someday I will restore my honor in the ring!"
"Yeah and stop getting beaten up by a girl!"
Before Alfonso can cuss back at him once more, Puerto turned around and stormed towards the exit, swinging the door wide open. Yong Soo briefly overheard the noises outside: the clicking of the cameras, the excited voices of the media and they're all chanting the champion's name. The door then closed once more and this time the Asian nation overheard what seemed to be light peals of laughter. It must be Salome. He craned his neck a little from where he is hiding and he saw that familiar bob of long black hair and her petite form. She just finished talking to someone on her cellphone and she looks flushed from her champion's victory.
"Ah mi hermanita!" Yong Soo watched as he welcomed his sister with open arms, embracing her. She in turn was surprised to find her hermano nacion and her foremost rival in the same sport actually congratulating her, but she returned the affection nonetheless, giving him a quick hug before taking a step back to straighten her blouse.
"I've won again, Kuya!" she beamed, looking at him. "I thought it's not possible, but I did! It was kind of fast--I don't believe it! I..."
"Maria," he grinned, stepping forward and encircling his arms around her waist. He then kissed her on the forehead."If that's my man on the ring, I could have given you more of a challenge than Puerto...seriously!"
"What are you doing?"
"Eh?" He lifted an eyebrow, trying to feign a hurt expression. "Is it wrong that I want to give my only hermanita in Asia a congratulatory hug? You are now on top of the world!"
She giggled.
"You are also good, Kuya..."
"Of course, who else taught you to be this good." He pressed himself, and Yong Soo cringed, for some brotherly love it looked a little too close for comfort. The tanned nation might as well rubbed his crotch against her belly. And there she is, her dark sparkling eyes boring against his, still flushed from her victory and looking clueless on just what's about to obviously happen.
She is--definitely Antonio's child.
"Don't giggle like that~" Alfonso smirked, kissing her alternately at both cheeks. "Besos?"
She obliged, bending forward to press her cheek against his when he quickly tipped her chin towards his face and crushed his mouth against hers. Maria let out a surprised yelp, too stunned to react or struggle as the gruff brunette pulled her closer to his form.
Romance nations are pretty straightforward when it comes to these things, the asian nation thought. He can remember seeing such friendly exchanges during world cups--well he does not know about boxing events.
He heard Salome sigh and saw her shudder underneath him. Alfonso drew in his breath and tore his mouth briefly to breathe for a few seconds before kissing her passionately once more.
Yong Soo is pretty damned sure that fraternal kisses does not involve tongues.
"You are a fast learner, always have been" he smirked, thumbing the string of saliva from her lips, "--and you always exceed my expectations. "
"W-what?"
"How else did you get that gringo wrapped around your finger?"
He watch in amusement as her ears burned red and a lovely rosy hue began to spread down her neck and her chest.
She struggled against his hold, trying to push him away, but Alfonso locked her in a tight embrace. "Kuya, Don't remind me of those 'lessons'!"
"Don't you miss it?" he ran a hand in her blouse, she was quick to grab it but it didn't stopped him. He persisted until he coped a feel of her chest to which he starts stroking on slow circular motions. She whimpered."When Papa isn't looking and how unmindful he was as how we spend our siestas in the ship--"
"T-That's just that one time!"
"Second, if you count the time you asked for 'lessons'."
"Enough!" she gasped, but her words are barely above a whisper. She shivered when she felt his calloused fingers slowly sliding underneath the lace of her brassiere, tracing the swell of flesh underneath it.
"--enough..."
"You say that, but I know how you miss a real man's touch--" he bends over, kissing the base of her neck, before shifting his face closer to her ear. By this time, she is tickled pink all over. "As a romance nation, mi querida--"
He then got kneed on his vital regions.
It was an unexpected move that nearly made the hiding nation burst out laughing, Alfonso stumbled back, his eyes wide with shock and he lets out a string of Spanish profanities as he clutched his regions, cringing to the point he is almost on his knees.
"Querida?! Is that what you think of me?" she spat, the color on her face growing brighter than ever. She hastily starts straightening her blouse. "A mistress?"
"You loca, that's not what it meant!" he groaned, trying to straighten himself up. Apparently she strikes as hard as does with her fists. "It's like your putos and rice cakes--querida...it means beloved!"
"..."
He smiled.
However, if Alfonso expects her to apologize and make it up to him, he was dead wrong.
"Teka, you are bringing this up for your honor's sake, am I right?"
"Eh?"
"You are trying to seduce me for your honor!"
"No!"
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Yong Soo did not know what comes first, the mexican's fist, the numbness of his jaw or the fact he is seeing sparkles and that the world is spinning as he fell back backwards to the carpeted floor.
"You pervertido!" he almost screamed, "You are spying on us?!"
"I'm..." his eyes are spinning spirals, "I'm not! I'm looking for her because I'm going to ask her something! You are the one who wanted to do it badly by the fire exit!"
"--shut up!" he snapped, "She was fresh from her champ's victory, breathing hard and looking oh so hot, I got turned on, it's a brief madness!"
The Asian nation wobbled as he tried to get back at his feet, Alfonso is still standing defensively, his fists still clenched. "Yeah madness, the third time around sure..hey..." he dusted his plaid pants, "But I never told a soul. I pretty much owed you from last time, right?"
The other nation stared at him with disbelief, Yong Soo see him relax a little but looking confused.
"You owe me for what?"
The Asian chuckled softly, "Last year, I'm the half-naked one you saw struggling out at a trash dump! You took pity and gave me your shirt so I can cover up."
Alfonso paused, trying to remember the crazy incident. Actually, 2009 was a crazy year with his hermanita and one of them involves several isolated incidents of half-naked male nations getting booted out of her room, him included when he slung a taco over Matthew Williams when Maria was teaching how to do the Tango. "Oh..."
Yong Soo straightened his shirt. "Yeahh...it was kind of dark then and I know you are not that familiarized with asian nations."
Alfonso crossed his arms across his chest, "Tch, okay fine. I think I should thank you." he then lifted an eyebrow, eyeing him curiously. "Eh, by the way--what exactly happened that my Maria threw you out? You refuse her local citizens to go in your establishments or something?"
"I umm...she was entertaining Canada when I went in, asking her permission to use her bathroom."
"..."
"...I forgot I was in my birthday suit."
Again, Yong Soo saw sparkles.
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Not Allowing her citizens in his establishments - I have read in some media that there are some Korean stores in PH that doesn't allow Pinoys to go inside, adding some tension to the relationship (I mean, it would make sense if they are in Korea). Or I could be wrong, idek.
Manny Pacquiao vs, Miguel Cotto - MGM Grand, November 2009. It is said that during the fight, a lot of Mexicans sided/placed their bets on Manny during the event because of the said boxer's aggressiveness and fierceness in the ring (and mex's people want to see bloood), while Cotto appears to be more cautious and therefore to them is meh.
Birthday suit - naked XD
1:40 pm
Alfonso grew tired of waiting and headed down the hallway to meet his sister. And he really need to hurry: he can hear the asian nation groaning out loud 'aniki'' after he delivered yet another punch on his face. He really need to watch his temper next time, something that he have a hard time keeping.
He realized whats taking his sister nation long: she is already there at her room's doorstep and that blasted gringo have her locked in a deep embrace. Alfonso wondered what the blond nation have done this time. He can hear him talking to her softly.
Alfred does not know that the tanned nation is standing behind them.
"If you think about it, you might have gotten your violent tendencies from your bro--"
"That's not funny Kuya!" she argued, "Wait, which one?"
"Who else? The one who frequently tries to sneak in my borders!" he answered, loosening his hold. "Hey if you think about it you are always stepping up ahead of him. He is pretty infamous to journalists the year before you became notorious with....journalists too."
"Oye!" He bellowed, making Alfred jump. Maria must have noticed him as her eyes shone immediately upon seeing him. "What is that I hear about me being infamous again, eh?"
"I don't see what you have to be so worked up with, Mex." He countered in a soft malicious tone, watching the other man ball up his fists. "You know its the truth and but it's two years ago, get over it."
"It concerns me gringo, that you are telling others negative things about me behind my back." he growled, briefly glancing towards the petite Maria who is starting to fumble the contents in her bag behind the blond nation. He hesitated briefly and then continued his rebuttal in Mexican Spanish, to which Maria Salome understood a few words phrases: 'my siblings', ' you're better-off' , 'we don't hide bullshit' and 'fat turd'. She started snickering at the last one. She is completely laughing and holding her sides by the time she opened her door to her room, excusing herself that she needed to go to the bathroom first, leaving the door partially open and the two men outside gaping, their eyes wide as saucers.
Alfred was the first to speak, his brows lifting past his hairline. "Wow, she re-learned it faster than I thought."
"Re-learned what fast?"
"Oh you didn't know?" Alfred smiled smugly, tapping the door to Salome's room open with his fingers. "Antonio proposed an academic program to re-establish the Spanish language back to her academic curriculum. It's effective this year."
"..."
"That's right, Alfonso. She pretty much understood everything you said."
Alfred eyed the brunette quizzically when Alfonso's baffled reaction slowly turned to amusement.
"Heh...I guess that will make things easier for us to communicate then." he grinned, heading towards the room's entrance alongside Alfred. The blond is quick to block his path.
"I'm not crossing your borders, you idiot." Alfonso stared at him flatly, like the look alone will let Alfred let him in. "I'm here to visit my hermanita."
"Hey, hey! Does she know?!" the blond demanded, "Because I don't remember you talking to her! This is the US-ASEAN summit!"
"Tch. Mi Salome does not need you to monitor her foreign relations all the time." Alfonso sneered, eyeing him critically. He gave Alfred a shove as he tries to force himself in. "She is an independent nation. Say what you will about how notorious our reputations have become in a global scale--but have you ever seen her give up?"
"I still can't you let in."
"Ah Gringo, but you would want to let me in." he mocked him. "Housekeeping~?"
Persistent son of a bitch and his retarded humor. Alfred's sparkling blue eyes dimmed. Alfonso is a couple of inches smaller--he can give him a quick headbutt, enough to disorient the tanned nation and slam the door shut on his face.
But Salome's sweet voice called out from the bathroom inside, "Kuya?"
"Si!"
"Yeah, babe?"
The two glared at each other after answering Salome simultaneously both at the same time.
There was a brief 3 minute pause before Salome giggled in response. She came out, turning her head around to smile warmly back at the familiar pair of pleased brown eyes peering over the blond's shoulder. "Ah, Kuya Alfred...let Kuya Alfonso in! I invited him over!"
"Darn it!" Alfred scowled, reluctantly letting the tanned nation in. For giving him a hard time, Alfonso intentionally stepped on his foot with the heel of his boot as he made himself welcome in his sister nation's room, heading over bending over and grabbing a beer from the fridge as Salome protested.
"You asshole, that's quality leather!" he shouted angrily, stomping forward. He was about to grab the can from Alfonso's grip, but the brunette is quick to dodge him. "Why are you here anyway?"
"Foreign relations"
Salome resisted the urge to run a palm down her face, male nations. Inhaling deeply, she decided to butt in their argument before Alfonso can make a weapon and bash Alfred's head with anything within a 10-feet radius.
"We are here to talk about the progress of our festival, Kuya Alfred." She pouted, planting her hands on her hips . "It's for tourism, one of the few things that's keeping my economy afloat."
"Festival? When did both of you have a festival together? It's not cinco de mayo isn't it?"
Salome simply shook her head and blew a wisp of hair away from her face. "Hay naku..."
It's Alfonso's turn to smile broadly, He lifted an eyebrow. "Oh you didn't know? Filipinas proposed the 1st International Dia del Galleon festival."
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The spanish language is pulled out from Philippines academic curriculum in 1987 and is currently being reinstated by the Spain early this year. PGMA even received an personally from the King of Spain and one of them is primarily because of this. Truefax. C'mon Antonio, do we need this really 8|
Dia del Galleon Festival is Philippines trying to reconnect with it's Spanish heritage (Galleon Trade) and her brother nations through its month long celebration (September 15-October 15) Which is why every ASEAN is wondering wth he is there XD
Before we got coined the worst country for journalists last year, I think I've read somewhere before that Mexico too,,hmm
3:30 pm
Apparently letting Alfonso stay 'as long as he wanted' does not bode well with Alfred F. Jones. When the Mexican is around his Sally, he suddenly felt like he is the third wheel. Sure there is the 'small' language barrier but both siblings can relate and will talk about one topic and that's him.
Most of them are not good things.
And It does not help that Salome is now capable of understanding Spain's language.
Crouching uncomfortably on the carpeted floor, the blond stole a quick menacing glance behind him: Alfonso is now on the master bed comfortably with his sister, sharing a bowl of popcorn and a bag of doritos between them.
Alfred wondered if it was an annoying habit with some of Spain's boys to swagger around shamelessly half-naked around the opposite sex. Apparently Salome does not mind her brother lying beside her shirtless in his toned and sun-kissed glory, his jeans' buttons undone. The blond turned away in disgust, he just have much as body hair as his charming and rather oblivious father nation.
The rugged brunette keeps flipping the channels with the tv remote, complaining he can't find a damn thing to watch, while Salome teased him about his telenovelas.
"What, no telemundo kuya?"
"¿por qué? What is this? There is supposed to be one!"
"Well you are out of luck." He grumbled, "Now you are giving us a seizure, so hand me over the remote!"
Frustratingly, Alfonso hurled the remote control.
It struck Alfred hard between Texas.
4:00 p.m.
Maria Salome can imagine the death glare her siblings will give her if they ever learn the host nation entered her private quarters, even more so with Alfonso having to drop by. But she thought it was a risk worth taking knowing how scandalous and loud the two of the north american trio can get if she meet them up at the lobby.
They will most likely behave in her territory, or in her room at least.
She was wrong. In less than an hour, the two quickly got into a fist fight with Alfred tackling the tanned nation to the ground, screaming angrily at him for nearly crushing his Texas. Alfonso retaliated they are his to begin with and pointed out that his reflexes are slow because of all the junk he eats. Yong Soo, whose room is just next to hers, have to call her three times to tell her to keep it down and Maria explains that she is trying to, if she can even get herself between them. Its hard trying to pull either man nation apart and she already was heavily tempted to bash either one of them with any appliances, if not for the fact its not hers. The fourth time Yong Soo rang, she hotly cuts him off saying that yes, bruised egos and dick measuring contests originated in Korea and slammed the receiver down.
It will escalate to a full-blown chaos for all her ASEAN siblings, possibly those present on the floor, to hear. Maria got no choice.
And what happened in that room, will stay in that room.
She took a deep breath, before shouting at them.
"Hey you two!"
The duo both turned around towards her voice. Alfonso's irises dilated in shock. Gaping, he immediately released Alfred's collar.
5:30 p.m.
"That's a major, major distraction."
"Stop saying that you gringo! You are starting again!"
"No, you did-! You are a being a major pain in the arse."
"Stop saying that..." Alfonso lowered his voice, crouching forward, hissing at the blond beside him. Both of them are sitting on the floor, with Alfred's back leaning against the bed. "--she does not find that funny anymore!"
"Major major..."
"You are asking for another punch on the jaw..."
"That will be a MAJOR regret in your part if you do that again!"
"'Tch...At least I won the world crown!"
"And I got seven world titles!" Salome spat, slapping a pack of frozen pack of peas across Alfred's face. They didn't expect her to show up immediately after what she did. Alfonso jumped back a little, almost hitting his head with the bed lamp.
Her face is flush to a shade of deep scarlet and before her latin brother nation can sit up and say anything, she headed towards the door.
"I'm going to apologize to Song Yoo!" she spat, furiously banging the door behind her. "He have a bad headache and all hear is you two fighting over a bloody remote! It's embarrassing!"
Did she say Yong Soo?
Oh fuck
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Ms. Universe 2010. Mexico won the title and we placed 4th runner up and the 'major major' became an irritating trend orz. Someone posted about how a manly nation like Mex won in a world beauty pageant and PH (well to me, is most likely) a female nation winning seven world titles in boxing is something of an irony.
OTL
looks like I will continue this later...there is just lots of things to explore ;_; like idek
Will be archived in my list: here :D