The Forgotten Pearl |Philippines APH|

Chapter 3: Southern Italia UNEDITED

I laughed and chucked a red fruit forward, watching in amusement as the fruit hit Spain directly in the face, covering the older nation in red goo and juice. I accidentally threw another tomato at his pirate-ish outfit. It was a funny sight, seeing one of the Super Power nations covered in tomato juice.

"Piri!"

I gave off a mocking laugh, directly aimed for the whining Spaniard. "You mess with the bull, you get the horns."

"But still! Mi tomato!" Spain whined some more, exaggerating his hand gestures and pouting. "My precious tomatoes!"

I gave him a what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-you look. The time Spain and I spent together on his boat has brought us closer and more bonded. Ever since the little incident with the Spaniard's books, we've gotten along. . .ish.

"Try eating more mangoes, Spain. They're good and sweet!"

And ever since I let him try one of my prized mangoes, he's been talking nonstop about his tomatoes. The moment the ship docked, Spain dashed towards his tomato garden with me being literally dragged behind him, babbling on and on about how amazing tomatoes are compared to my mangoes.

"But, tomatoes are good and sweet!" He countered, pouting like a child during bedtime.

One other thing I learned about this Super Power, is that he just loves to act like a child, very bubbly and happy. I haven't even been living with Spain for a day, yet here I am, feeling that we've known each other for years.

"Mangoes."

"Tomatoes."

"Mangoes!"

"Tomatoes!"

"MANGOES!"

"TOMATOES!"

This went on for a while, both of us shouting our favorite fruit at each other. I couldn't help but giggle at the time Spain nearly said mango instead of tomato. I think I'll live with Spain for a while, only until I'm old enough to be on my own. So, might as well get used to this.

"Tomatoes are the best fruit in the whole world!" Spain declared, happy with his proclamation.

"You haven't even seen the whole world." I retorted, smirking mockingly. Truthfully, one of the best comebacks I've ever said, especially because this is the time of Conquest and Exploration, to make this true. As proof of this, my nation is actually one of the newest to be rediscovered by the Western countries; Spain and Portugal to be exact.

Spain nodded approvingly, his smile reappearing at last. "Well played, mi hija."

"See? Mangoes are better-" I stopped speaking. Spain gave me a confused look, not understanding why I suddenly stopped our silly, yet pointless, argument.

I place one of my hands on my ear, gesturing for him to listen carefully. I strained my hearing slightly. At first, I thought I merely imagined the sound I had heard earlier, though that changed when I heard someone faintly singing.

"Bueno tomato, Bueno tomato~"

'Bueno tomato'?

I glanced at Spain. He was smiling like an idiot and was dancing around like a maniac. He turned to me after a few more seconds. "Perlas, do you want to meet someone?"

Unsure of what to reply I shrugged. "Eh, sure?"

Spain fist pumped in the air and cupped his hands over his mouth to amplify his voice further. "Roma!" He shouted.

I blinked my dark brown eyes slowly, wondering who Spain was calling to. My question was answered when a small boy, with reddish-brown hair and a weird floating hair curl, walked into the garden. He stopped moving for a second the moment his amber eyes landed on me.