Nation Name: Republika ng Pilipinas (Republic of the Philippines)
Capital: Manila
Birthday: June 12
Language: Filipino, English
National Flower: Sampaguita

Human Name: Maria Clara dela Cruz
Age: 16-17 (Appearance)
Gender: Female
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Dark brown
Height: 160 cm (5'2 ft est)

A cheerful island nation who looks more like a Latin American than an Asian.
Despite her being the happiest nation in the world, she has a sad past and an equally sad state of economy.
When she was a child she was to work as a maid in Spain's house, and was worked almost to death. She also worked for America, who gave her just about everything she wanted except for her freedom. In World War 2, she became Japan's underling. Despite all this, she still has good relations with the other nations.
She has a lot of part-time jobs around the world, and is often exhausted because of it. She speaks English better than most nations, too.
Her likes include soap operas, malls, being the hostess to parties with other nations and cooking her native delicacies. She also likes visiting other nations' houses.
She also seems to be especially close to America...

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Title: Travelers
Characters: OC!Philippines, England, mentions of France, Seychelles, and Korea
Rating: G
Warning: I did not mean to put in that last UKxRP bit in this...

Arthur didn't know why the Asian nation decided to go visit Paris in the first place. She should have known by now that the Frenchman's thoughts were not exactly proper, especially around ladies.
He asked her, why of all the cities she could choose from, she chose Paris.
She always wanted to travel the world, apparently. England said that next time she should visit his place. Maria chuckled and said that yes, she would.
They toured Paris together, and it seemed happier that way. (Francis wasn't there to interfere-he was busy looking for Seychelles, who snuck out when she found out England was visiting.)
Apparently, Philippines wanted to go to Paris because of a koreanovela that Yong Soo lent her. She asked him, why did she come to Paris, when he hated Francis in the first place?
"Of course I hate that bloody excuse of a Nation," he started as he sipped on his tea. "But I don't particularly dislike the country."
"I love countries too... But the ones I love the most are you Nations. You are my Kuyas and Ates, after all."

The Englishman didn't know why his cheeks felt warmer after the Filipina carelessly said that.

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I do not own Hetalia. If I did, there would already have been a Philippines, and I would never have to beg my father to buy me Hetalia merchandise.

She had no name.

At first, she didn't mind - she was a nation, she had thought, she was Filipinas, and that was a good name.
But she grew up, and found out that her name was actually from a name of a man (Prince Philip?) and that irritated her. She also noticed that Spain, who was currently ruling over her house, also had a 'human' name. So why didn't she have one?
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"'uan d'la Cr'z." Berwald grunted, looking in her direction.
"What was it, Kuya Sweden?" Philippines smiled.
"Th't's th' n'me th't shows up th' m'st." His blue eyes seemed to be angrily staring at her, but she knew better. "So maybe th't's wh't I should c'll y'."
Philippines chuckled. "Salamat, Kuya Berwald. But isn't Juan a boy's name?"
Sweden shrugged. She smiled - half of her name was already chosen.
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She recieved a letter in the mail one day.
Para sa iniirog kong bayan,
Not caring that she was being unladylike anymore, she squealed as she ran to her house. HE WROTE BACK! HE ACTUALLY WROTE BACK!!! was what she thought.
Gusto ko lang malaman mo na nagsusulat ako ng libro. Katulad ng lahat ng ibang ginagawa ko, para sa iyo ito, siyempre.
She was as red as a tomato now. Of course she knew this man's destiny-knew he would eventually marry Josephine Bracken-but she also knew the writer always had a special place in his heart for her.
Ang pangalan ng bidang babae ko ay Maria Clara. Ito ang pangalan na nagpapaalala sa akin tungkol sa iyo.
Maria Clara, huh...
Clasping the letter in her hands, she looked up at the sky and muttered,
"Ang pangalan ko ay Maria Clara dela Cruz."
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I do not own Hetalia.

Para sa iniirog kong bayan,: To my beloved nation.
Gusto ko lang malaman mo na nagsusulat ako ng libro. Katulad ng lahat ng ibang ginagawa ko, para sa iyo ito, siyempre.: I just wanted to let you know that I'm writing a book. Like all the other things I've been doing, it's for you of course.
Ang pangalan ng bidang babae ko ay Maria Clara. Ito ang pangalan na nagpapaalala sa akin tungkol sa iyo.: The name of my leading lady is Maria Clara. It's a name that reminds me of you.
Ang pangalan ko ay Maria Clara dela Cruz.: My name is Maria Clara dela Cruz.

When I was in grade school, I always wanted to make a character who would represent the Philippines. This was before I found out about Hetalia. I decided that her name should be Maria Clara dela Cruz. I use it now, but I now know that somebody posted a fic with this name before I did. So, to that person: I did not steal your name. We just thought alike even if we don't know each other. Isn't that awesome~?

They were in her car, on the way to Rizal Park.

The three of them had been there hundreds of times already, but this was probably the first time that America and England didn't want to go there.

Because, after all, parks mean picnics. Picnics mean sharing of food... And he was already too traumatized by the last time that the petite Asian nation gave him food, so it would be safe to say that Alfred was already scared out of his wits.

Arthur, on the other hand, was even more scared than the younger blond Nation. Actually, if he didn't like little Philippines so much, he wouldn't even stay within a five-mile radius of her. While she held a basket full of food.

"Philippines, it's just so hot. Why are we even going out anyway? Can't we just go to a mall or something?" America said in a very bored voice. It was noon, so traffic was heavy as per usual. And besides, if they went to a mall they could just eat hamburgers...

"I hate to admit it," England still managed to sound polite, even if he was extremely bored as well. "but Philippines, the noisy American's right. You'll just tire yourself if you hold a picnic for us there... After all, it's just the three of us, so we can go wherever we want."

"No, Kuya." Philippines, her hands on the wheel, never took her eyes off the traffic lights, which were about to turn green. "It has to be today."

Nobody noticed the hint of sadness in her voice when she said those words.

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So, they have arrived. Philippines took her banig-the one she always used when they had their usual picnics-and unfolded it over the grass. America could almost swear that he could see his former ward's eyes glisten when she stole glances at the statue-the statue of Rizal. But he didn't comment on it, after all, he knew that she always had a very special place in her heart for the writer, she treasured him even more than she treasured the two blond Nations beside her.

"So, Philippines..." England gulped as he was about to ask the question her dreaded to ask. "...what did you bring?"

To America and England's surprise, the food was... normal. Puto, ensaymada, pan de sal with sweet panutsa spreaded in between, empanada, and some siomai she picked up while visiting her Kuya Yao at Chinatown. She also had a Thermos of hot tea for Arthur, and some cool cans of Coke for herself and Arthur.

They chatted about the world, all three of them. About Philippines' obsession with some of Korea's shows. About America's boss getting the Nobel Peace Prize. England then said that he should have not taken America as his ward, but rather, Philippines; he said she was a better student. America said "NO, I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN TAKE PIRI-TAN!". Philippines said, calmly but sternly, that she did not belong to any one.

Sensing the tense atmosphere that was about to erupt if they didn't stop talking about her independence, Arthur thought of another topic.

"Hey, Philippines... don't you like going to malls when it's hot? Then why the sudden urge to come here?"

A lump formed in Philippines' throat as her chocolate-brown eyes locked their gaze on the statue of her national hero, her José Protasio Rizal Mercado y Alonso Realonda Quintos, her first love.

"It's the nineteenth of June," she said. "I promised him I'd visit."

Title: Dinner
Author: trishpawachunyu
Characters: OC!Philippines, America, mentions of England
Rating: G
Warning: None in particular... but this is sort of like a sequel to "Balut".

After the Balut incident, Arthur and Alfred made a smart decision to steer clear of Philippines' house. (As if the two of them were any good at cooking...)

Which was why America was terrified when the brunette nation suddenly appeared on his doorstep.

With a package of food in hand.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Kuya?" her mouth twisted into an uncharacteristic frown. "Even after I came to visit you... I even brought you the adobo you liked, Kuya... Ang sama mo naman."

America's eyes instantly softened. So Philippines actually came to give him food, huh... For some reason, that made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, but he still did'nt know why the Asian girl was visiting him. It wasn't like her to visit on a whim, after all.

"Oh, it's my boss, you see." she grinned while reheating the adobo in America's microwave. "She wanted to see your new boss. She told me I could visit you, so I came along."

After a few minutes, the adobo was completely reheated. Philippines served it over rice-Alftred was getting used to it.

They spent their time talking about the world. About the death of Philippines' favorite boss. About the fact that England was so traumatized by the Balut incident that he gags at the mere sight of a boiled egg.

After talking (and eating) some more, Alfred offered to walk Philippines back to the hotel she was temporarily staying in. She agreed.

The next day, news spread, that Philippines' boss had a million-dollar dinner in a resturant near Alfred's house.

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As usual, I do not own Hetalia.

Ang sama mo naman.: You're so mean.

Title: Teacher
Author: trishpawachunyu
Characters: OC!Philippines, Korea, a mention of America
Rating: G
Warning: The shortness of this oneshot is astounding.

When Philippines wasn't gushing over the Korean celebrities that Yong Soo sometimes brought over to visit, she was teaching him English.

The island nation was a good English speaker-one of her countless jobs was at a call center-and she was also known around the world as a good English speaker. (America should be proud of her...)

Due to this, Korea often came with his people to learn with her.

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I do not own Hetalia.