Author's Note: I know it's bad that I already started any story since I'm still managing my other story, but I wanted this out of my chest. Anyways, there will be times where people will speak in Tagalog, so here's how I'll let you know how they understand:

Italics in dialog example: "I love you." – means the person that we're in for their P.O.V does understand what the person is saying in Tagalog

Regular font but with Tagalog… example: "Mahal kita." – means the person doesn't understand the language

If you don't understand, just read.

Sorry for the shortness of the chapter. I promise for longer ones to come in the future.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Everything but the plot belongs to Suzanne Collins.

Third Person's P.O.V.

2002

Evangeline Mellark despised her sons. All she ever wanted was a girl to take in her ways and steps so she can gloat to her American friends about her child. In the end, however, she ended up with three blonde boys.

To say she was disappointed was an understatement.

The youngest boy, five-year-old Peeta Mellark, was running around the front of the small bakery that was located in Manila. Being a five year old moving to a foreign, tropical place wasn't a huge deal for the child. He was a happy boy that just wanted to play around and have fun like any typical kid.

His older brothers, Rye and Bran were a few years older than Peeta, but they were old enough to still be greatly affected by the move. They left their friends and schools that they grew accustomed to since they were little, but they tried not to complain or dwell on it for the sake of their mother. They both know that if anything ticked her off, she will not hesitate to blame her sons.

"Run Peeta! Rye's it!" Bran screamed at the little boy. At this, Peeta and his chubby legs ran away from the second eldest brother, but while he was running around, he didn't see the plate of pastries near the edge of the counter. He knocked it down unintentionally, but nonetheless, either being an accident or not, it still angered the mother.

"You clumsy brat!" The woman cried. She ran over to the boy and looked down at him. "I knew you were going to be good for nothing! We came here for a better future for all of us and here you are, creating a bigger mess!" By now, the two older boys were standing in the corner staring at their weeping brother. Without a warning, she brought her hand up and slapped the little boy in the face. "You deserve nothing better but what I gave you." She slapped him one more time for good measure.

Peeta looked at his brothers, but since he didn't want to get them in trouble as well, he bolted out of the door and to the street. He kept running past all the thriving shops in search of shelter. Peeta knew that his dad won't be home until later that night with the supplies for the bakery, so he had a few hours until then before he can go back.

With his lungs burning and his blurred vision, he entered a narrow alley between two small stores. Peeta plopped down and buried his face in his hands, sobbing once again. He was crying so much that he didn't realize that someone came and sat down next to him.

"Okay ka lang ba?" Peeta looked up at the sound of the angelic voice. When he did, his blue eyes widened at the sight before him.

Sitting next to him was a sea siren with chocolate brown hair and olive skin. Her expression is blank, but her eyes show a hint of worry.

"Hoy! Bingi ka ba?" Peeta looks at her with adoration and confusion.

Finally understanding that the boy doesn't understand her, she reaches for his hand and looks at his beautiful, sea blue eyes. "You okay?"

Peeta smiles then nods at the girl. His face reddens when he realizes that he's holding her hand tightly. He starts to pull away, but the girl snatches his hand back again and holds up to her chest. She smiles at him "Katniss. You are…?"

"Peeta," the blonde replies.

Katniss's eyes lie on the red spot on his cheek. Her small smile drops. "Aye na ko! Are you hurt?"

He shakes his head, but still places his empty hand on his cheek, causing him to feel a stinging sensation. Peeta winces. Katniss shakes her head and stands up.

"Come. We fix you up." She pulls Peeta up to his feet and drags him along the streets of Manila. They walk in a slightly fast pace when she stops in front of a small house. Without hesitation, she brings Peeta inside. "Inay! Tulong mo nga naman ditto!" Katniss yells in the house.

A blonde woman emerges from a room carrying a baby in her hands and walks to the two kids. She has blonde hair and blue eyes- much like Peeta.

Rosalinda Everdeen was originally from the United States, just like Peeta and his family, but on a family trip, she met Benjie Everdeen working in the fields of her vacation house. She fell in love with him, not by love at first sight, but by his beautiful voice. Rosalinda, or Rose for short, was walking out when she caught Benjie singing while working near the crops. They dated and Benjie taught Rose the Filipino language. She stayed back when her family went back to America. The rest was history.

She kneels slightly, still holding Primrose in her hands, and inspects Peeta. She turns to Katniss and orders, "Katniss, dear, can you please get me some ice?"

Katniss nodded and helped with Peeta's wound. When the sun started setting, Peeta stated he needed to leave. Katniss offered to walk him home. He agreed.

When the two kids got back, Katniss looked at Peeta. "See you again, friend?" She looked at him with hopeful eyes. She thought he didn't want to speak to her again especially with the social status she stands in, but what she didn't know is that Peeta might as well be hooked on to her.

Peeta beamed a bright smile at Katniss. "See you again."

Author's Note: Thanks for reading! Please tell me what you think. Sorry for the short chapter again and for the bad grammar.

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