A/N: Hello Minna! This fic was born because of my awesome boredom, yes my boredom is awesome~ anyway, this is an OC fic so to ya'll who have issues with OC's and slightly OOC nations go away. Ohh and thanks for not leaving nasty reviews! Please excuse my unawesome writing skills. (HEY I TRIED!) ^^''
Warnings: OC, Shounen ai and France
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC! (Hey I own something here now, cool!)
Philippines' Description:
Name: Juan Alexandre Carriedo dela Cruz
Age: 17 years old (human)
Height: 5'4 ft
Eyes and Hair: black
Skin Color: Light Brown
Characteristics: He is one of those hyper and happy kinds of nations. He loves the other ASEAN nations very much and acts like a mother (?) to them, even though he's a guy. He acts immature at times. He can also be serious when needed, but prefers to accept things as they are and work in his own phase. He does as he pleases most of the time and when pissed off or angered he can be very scary and violent. That rarely happens though, so there is no need to fuss about that. He's slightly reserved and respectful to elders (take note: slightly), to the ones he doesn't hate that is. Even though he's lazy at times (most of the time), he always keeps his surroundings and home clean. (I mean always.)
Food: McDonalds, Adobo and Kare-Kare
Sport: Basketball and Volleyball
Hobbies: Watching anime and Korean dramas, singing random songs that he composed at that very moment (he mostly forgets them after that), cleaning the house, eating and having siestas.
AKA Alex
(Business)
The meeting was scheduled to start at 9:30am, it was already 9:40 and two nations were still missing. The other nations didn't particularly mind the delay. Most of them were talking amongst their friends and family, while some; really it's just England and Germany, were irritated because of the meeting's delay. What bugged the two nations the most was the fact that the missing nations were the most unlikely ones. Japan has always been the punctual type, and Spain was, well himself; late at times but only for good reasons. Or so he said. These mostly included his more, let's say trouble making friends, and the two were present today.
Romano didn't particularly care about the meeting. He just went there to protect his idiotic brother from the potato bastard. He certainly didn't go to the meeting because of that tomato bastard, really he didn't. So making that clear to everyone and himself, Romano was now currently clawing at the long wooden table. Why? Because that macho potato bastard was near Feliciano again, and that pissed him off. He certainly wasn't worried as to why Spain hasn't arrived yet, just making it clear.
Because of the clawing noise, he was earning glares from some disturbed nations. Being Romano, he just returned the glares to the others and hastily ignored them all. They were all bastards anyway.
"Ve~ Fratello pl-lease…s-stop…wah!" Feliciano tried to tell his brother to stop but was overcome by fear, he decided that this was another of those hide and cry behind Germany situations. For a moment the older stopped and stared at his younger brother, who was currently peeking at the side of the taller blonde's shoulder. Why was he such a whimp? He questioned himself. Then suddenly feeling the other nations' stares once again, Romano glared at his brother and pounded on the table. He did that to make a point, of course.
"No I am not going to stop you idiot! Where the hell is that tomato bastard? It's already fucking 9:45 and he's still not here! Stop being such a whimp and don't hide behind that potato bastard's back!" he said as he pointed and accusing finger at Germany. The younger Italian only trembled harder, with a mixture of hurt and fear.
"Romano, please…not so loud." Germany said with a sigh. Will there ever be a meeting where they would actually get anything done? Honestly, it's really stupid to hope for something like that by now anyway.
When Romano heard Germany's words he was more pissed. "I don't fucking need your comments bastard!" he shouted at the taller blonde. To this, Germany just sighed. 'Why did he have to put up with this again? Was there a light after all this insanity? Why is Italy scared of his own brother? Why is he talking to himself?' Germany asked inside. He was trying very hard not to face palm again.
Anyway, moving on to the other nations…
On the other side of the room was our favorite pervert, France. He's our favorite right? Okay, maybe not. But he's biggest pervert around and let's just settle for him today. He was observing everyone. For once he hasn't pestered anyone, yet, and yes he called groping people pestering; especially when the victim is Arthur. Yes all these are just harmless teasing, right? Of course.
France was observing England and America. As usual they were having a stupid argument again. He took note to disagree with both of them later. On the other side of the table, Russia was pestering China, Hong Kong and South Korea. He will definitely stay away from the cute little Asians, for now, after all, he wasn't in the mood to have another 'talk' with Russia. The Italian brothers were cute and very tempting, but they were out of the question of course. Germany looked like he was about to punch any moving object that would come his way, he was sure the tall German wouldn't show him any mercy today.
He scanned the room once again and saw Prussia. He was about to call on the ex-nation but he noticed that the albino was talking to someone. Who? He looked closer and saw a guy that looked like America, but with better hair. America? He blinked a few times and looked closer. Did he know an America look alike with better hair? He feels that he knows this guy. He must have been someone he 'pestered' before. Not quite…. Who then?
He looked closer. His eyes grew larger as he was now able to identify the other man. It was Mathieu? Yes, Matthew, Canada! His cute little Mathieu! Wait, his cute little Mathieu, with Gilbert! Unbelievable! It was so...so... How will Gilbert say it again? Ah…right, awesome! A smug smile graced his face. He was so proud of Mathieu. He made another mental note, to teach the younger nation a trick or two later on. "I'm sure my dear Prusse will enjoy, It." he whispered to himself with a chuckling voice.
After that he made a quick scan of the entire room. There was so much l'amour that needed to be spread out. He decided to start with the most controversial nations. After all, a successful day comes with a process. To start with, either pester or disagree with Alfred. When this happens, Arthur will respond and get irritated. Proceed to pester the angry nation next and other nations around, if possible. This will piss Arthur more and give satisfaction to him. In the process he has again left a mark on the other nation's memories. How splendid right? He really is brilliant after all. No matter what England always say! He doesn't care what Arthur says anyway. Never! That's what he tries to believe anyway.
When Francis was half way near the two bickering nations the door suddenly flew open. Then Spain and Japan entered. Spain still had his famous smile and uncaring demeanor, while Japan looked very, very embarrassed. It was the first time that the Asian nation was late. You can only imagine the humiliation he felt standing in front of everyone.
The others were shocked by the sudden outburst, and the whole meeting room turned silent. The two nations suddenly felt like eyes were suddenly boring holes in them.
"I'm so sorry for being late minna!" Japan said as he bowed lowly. America waved at him and answered. "It's okay Kiku! We don't mind at all, really!" England just growled at the taller blonde's response. The other nations smiled at Japan's politeness, while some just stared at him blankly. They didn't really care. More slacking and less meeting time was better anyway. It's not like anything gets accomplished anyway.
Spain patted the smaller nation's back. The Japanese man looked up to the happy Spaniard and the other just gave him a weird smile.
What was that? The others nations inwardly shouted in their heads as they looked at the two weirdly. Romano was about to shout something to insult the two nations, but the felt a sudden dark aura pass through him. He twitched. It was something scarier than England, it Hungary with a camera. He can insult that tomato bastard later.
After comforting the Japanese man, Spain raised his head up and looked at the rest of the world. He beamed lazily at everyone and continued the other's message. "Buenas Dias amigos! I'm sorry we were late, we just had some business to take care of." His voice was dripping with so much excitement and joy that the other nations got curious of that 'business', whatever that is.
A/N: Okay, so the first chapter is up! But sorry no Phili-kun, yet~ He'll appear during the next chapter. What I don't know is how…. Hmm… Anyway~ Please review and all~ Arigatou and hope y'all will support me. Ohh, and this is shounen ai, so Phili-kun WILL be paired up with someone.