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Capture of Luzon

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She tried not to clutch onto him, striving much to keep her balance but the way he was holding her was making it rather difficult. She could only stare wide-eyed at the boy she thought she knew well enough. Did she...Did she finally make him snap? She was scared, tears beginning to well up from the corners of her eyes, her hands desperately trying to push him away. What he trying to do with this stunt? It frightened her how she couldn't breathe at all, how terrified he was making her feel. His lips against hers made her body rigged. The moment he had let go of her lips was when she tried to scream out for help, but her mouth was covered before she could make a sound.

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Filipinas didn't understand why he was making such a big deal out of this. So Snapdragon meant desire! It didn't really mean anything right? Maybe it was just coincidence. Of course Spain had counteracted by saying it was more of that. Britain was a sneaky and witty pirate who wasn't to be messed with. Supposedly he gave up his ways, but for right now, he was back and causing more trouble for him. Filipinas honestly she thought still he was going overboard, but since it was Great Britain he was speaking about, the rising kingdom that kicked him off his high throne in the late 1500s, of course he'd be wary of the man and his actions.

Spain was finding her indifferent attitude increasingly difficult to deal with and he and Filipinas kept on bickering and fighting about the entire situation as if he thought he could change her mind about becoming more on guard. Of course, as following as she is, she was stubborn on this argument.

She was honestly tired of people talking bad about him. He helped her out when Netherlands attacked her, so maybe this was why she was being biased. But even so, he was always kind to her none the less. Just because her Kuya Spain and Kuya England had a bad relationship didn't mean he had to drag her into it as well. None the less, she nodded her head, agreeing to his terms. He was the one taking care of her, of course.

"I promise you, I won't wander too far off. I'll keep my eye out for him okay, Kuya Spain?" she assured him, halfheartedly. Spain could tell she didn't seem at all serious about the situation at hand, before he could get anymore words in to her, Filipinas had opened the door and fell onto the ground, two sneaky males lying on top of her. Mexico on top of Romano, they both rubbed their heads in pain.

"Oh great, nice job! Now we've been caught!" growled Mexico angrily.

"Oh wherever you been, Captain Obvious." snarled Romano back at the older Mexican. They had seen Spain's reaction of the Snapdragons and slowly discoloring of his face when he had stated she had received it from Great Britain. The fact that she was forcibly dragged into Spain's office was suspicious enough, but now he was ordering her to basically stay inside the mansion if she wasn't on errands. At least that's what they got from sneaking in a listen from at the door. Personally, as much as Romano disliked Filipinas, he was always

"What are you two doing here?" Spain asked sternly. The normally cheerful Spaniard did not sound as if he was joking around. Filipinas knew he was worrying too much when the Spaniard wasn't trying to play with Romano or Mexico. They both looked at each other and then towards Spain. Spain got up from his chair and looked straight at the both of them, realizing that they were sticking their noses into a business that wasn't theirs to stick it into. "This is a private conversation. I don't have time for your games today," he growled angrily, the two younger boys beginning to shake in fear. They have never seen him this angry before, at least not at them. And yet here he was, his eyes filled with anger and frustration.

Filipinas stood there as Belgium grabbed the Spaniard's shoulders. He calmed down it seemed and he went ahead and sat back down. Belgium. She understood why Spain was getting so angry; it was because of Filipinas. She wasn't seeing this at all from his perspective, something she was normally able to do. Instead, she was fighting back, and defending the man who kicked him out of his throne, leaving him well into poverty. True, he didn't care much for the English man, but she was his only colony in Asia and a valuable one at that. She was oblivious to her apparent surroundings. The child glorified as the Pearl of the Orient didn't know why she was named such as that.

Regardless, Filipinas did get where he was coming from. She agreed to try and not go outside more than needed. She could at least do this much for him. She was about head off and leave when Spain spoke once more. "Romano, Mexico, be sure to guard her. Since you two know what's going on now, don't you dare leave her all by herself." Protests were made from both Romano and Filipinas, though it turned into a massive argument between the two.

"Spain, you can't be serious! I can get Kuya Mexico, but Romano?" she protested. "You've gotta be joking! He's useless!"

"What? Okay, I may be clumsy, but I can still fight!"

"Oh yeah? Since when? You've never been able to protect me let alone yourself!"

"I have too!"

"Name one time! I dare you, name just one time you managed to defend yourself or me!"

Romano stayed quiet. He always needed Spain to come and save him. Even his little brother managed to fight for himself when it came to it. He could be strong when he wanted to. He was just always too scared to make a move. He gritted his teeth and shook his fist. This was not cool. He really couldn't think of a time he managed to get by without anyone to help him. He couldn't even remember a time where he fought without it being sparing or against Filipinas. He hung his head as Filipinas scoffed at him. "Can't, can you?" she stated before leaving the room and slamming the door shut. He felt Mexico brush by him, calling out her name and turned his heel as well.

"Romano. I'm counting on you," Spain stated, his eyes filled with sympathy for the boy. Romano didn't say anything, moving out of the room, shutting the door quietly. He felt his face burn red with frustration and anger. How could she? Even if he wouldn't like it, he would still try to protect her with all he's got. Tears fell onto the ground as he crouched, crying on his knees. It was pathetic. She hasn't been hitting him a lot, but to be honest, because of what she said, he'd rather have her hit him.

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"You know he's only worrying about you. There was really no need to over-react like that," stated Mexico, sweeping around the corridor. For the moment, it was his turn to take care of her. It has been a fair few amount of weeks since they started the guarding and so far, it has been pretty calm. He had finally managed to calm the Filipino girl down at last, but not before receiving some blows to the head first. She really wasn't enjoying herself here, taking her frustrations out on the dirt hidden beneath the tiles. She told him already she could handle herself. But no, he had to add bodyguards to the mix. On top of that, it was one of the weaker ones.

"He's over-reacting. I can handle myself," she growled back at him. Mexico sighed, scratching the back of his head and leaning forward on his broom. This one was so troublesome at times. She's strong yes, but he was beaten by Great Britain, and as laid back as he became, it only made things worse. No matter how many times everyone had tried to take this seriously, she wouldn't budge, stating the same thing over and over. 'I can handle myself by myself.' It was getting to the point where sometimes she literally would sneak away from her said bodyguards just to be by herself.

"Look, we've been lucky for a while, but that may change. You need to stay with us at all times."

"And I told you, you are all over reacting. When the time comes, it'll come. I can handle myself! I've been able to since I've moved here." She wasn't wrong per se, but she also wasn't correct either. Spain had been barely able to really control her brothers and handle outsiders at the same time. Her brothers have calmed down over the years and so have many people eying her, but there was still one or two who attempted to lull her away.

"Even so, we worry for you. It's because of your headstrong attitude that we sort of fear that'll be your undoing," he stated. It was one thing to be headstrong but with her, she was more reckless than anything else. She sighed depressingly to herself. Yeah, she knew she was reckless and uncaring about the situation. It was really something she inherited from her mother. Even if she was still being cautious, to them, she wasn't cautious enough, still letting herself believe Great Britain had no means to harm her. Don't get her wrong, she trusted Belgium and Mexico. They were pretty strong and protecting of her, but sometimes with Belgium, it was too much. Same goes for Romano. Mexico was the only one who gave her room when she needed it.

He pat her on the head and ruffled her hair as a knock resounded across the room. It was Romano's shift it seemed. And boy, did he look a mess. She inspected his body for a bit. From the looks of it, he just got finished cleaning. Looks like she'd have to redo his cleaning then, it seemed. But before she could she heard someone else calling her. Listening to that person, she nodded and took the small purse handed to her and began to head out the door. "Where are you going?" asked Romano, as Mexico had started to bandage the areas where he was bruised.

"Out. I'll be back."

"Agh, wait just a -" Romano stammered. He growled and then broke free from Mexico, despite his protests. You really couldn't say he didn't try to protect her. No one really understood why, but whatever it was, he seemed more determined than ever to protect her.

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To tell one the truth, he just wanted to prove her wrong and that Britain was no one to mess with. This guy was dangerous and he knew it. How it ended up like this, he had no idea. But he also knew she had no idea who the hell she was pissing off. Arguing again over barely anything, she finally crossed the line. One can only be called useless and weak so many times and well, he was tired of it. He just lost his temper really. By the time he realized what he was doing, why he was making her cry, why he was forcing her against the wall, to be left helpless and scared blew his mind.

Dragging her away from the crowd, pinning her against the wall, her hands held back and his knee between her legs, Romano had managed to do something that Filipinas never thought he was capable of. Subduing her in this manner was never his intention. Making her see she wasn't that strong was his intention, but this scenario was not at all what he had planned to do. This wasn't like him at all, even if he was mad. Listening to her beg, he didn't stop, allowing herself to be completely helpless and aware of how powerless she really was. It was until she had completely collapsed onto the ground that he stopped.

"Romano, let me go!" It wasn't a sound of anger. It was the sound of fear

Filipinas. This was the first time he had seen her look so defenseless and scared. He was always the emotional type, letting his feelings get in his way of his reason. Still, it looked as if she got it loud and clear. "Not so tough now, are you?" he asked her. "If you can't even face me in that manner, what makes you think you can handle Great Britain? Just because we always spar together doesn't mean a thing. I don't like hitting girls, even if you're always an ass. You think I'm strong, Great Britain's on a completely different intellectual and physical level."

Filipinas stared up at him, her face writhing with anger. All this time he was letting her win? It was a bit of a blow to her ego when he did that. She found herself slapping him and running away all flustered and upset. Romano, shaking his head and scratching the back of his neck, heard a scream and quickly ran over to its direction. He saw red. And lots of it. There were British soldiers wrecking the market and Romano's knees began to buckle, till he saw Filipinas fighting away some of the soldiers, trying to avoid capture. One of them grabbed her and threw her over her shoulders.

"...!" Romano rushed over, grabbing something blunt and threw it at the soldier. A direct hit, the man fell to the ground, allowing her to escape. He reached to grab her hand till a gunshot resounded five times. Romano fell to the ground, lying down on his chest, a look of pain on his face. "G-GAAH!" he screamed as one more bullet was digging into the back of his leg. Filipinas tried to run towards him but was grabbed again, her arms locked behind her back.

A man in red, an eye-patch covering his one of his eyes, walked past Filipinas and over to Romano. A smirk played onto his lips as he lifted up his leg and stomped once onto the fallen Italian, grinding his heel into the center of his back. "R-ROMANO!" she screamed out, elbowing the soldier and grabbing his sword. She ran up to him and attempted to slash him only to have her sword hand grabbed and bent, causing her to kneel before him. Filipinas screamed in pain, causing Romano grabbed his ankle and growled for him to let go of her, but instead was ignored, with his head being threatened by a gun. "I always hated you Italians. You think you're cool and yet you can't even lift a finger," the English nation said, his eyes twisted with murderous intent.

"I assume you had your fun correct, Filipinas?" he asked, a dark smirk across his lips. "Now that you know you can't run, what'll it be? Come with me, or see your little friend has his head blown off for no reason at all." He'd have her either way. She understood that now. But he was a man of his word, so Filipinas stopped her struggling, and gave off a look of defeat.

"Hmph, good girl," smiled Britain, a dark look of victory upon his face as he let go of her arm.

"F-Filipinas, don't do it! Run!" called Romano. She ignored his pleas, getting up off the ground and walked alongside him. Soldiers walked past and over the Italian as they got ready for the ship to sail away. He heard soldiers of Spanish decent running after them and people crying out. And yet all he could hear so very clearly was the Filipino saying she was sorry for getting him involved.
Yay finally new chapter!~ (WOOT)
Okay so I was thinking wait!~ Maybe I can make Romano be extremely intimidating. So that's why it came out the way it did. Though when I was almost done, I realized maybe it wasn't a good idea. I realize this is a completely big risk on my story because it involves something that may not be in character with Romano. I wanted to change it to Mexico doing it, but i wrote so much, I didn't feel like it at all. So comment and tell me if it was okay! Please!

OC!Philippines (c) mine
Romano, England, Spain, Belgium (c) Hidekaz Himaruya-san
OC!Mexico (c) [link]

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