Chapter 0: My Dreadful Past

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• Mild Sensitive Past •
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~| Philip's POV  |~

Hello, there.

My name is the Philippines.
The last child of Perla and KKK/Katipunan.
Younger sister of Del Pilar and Martial Law.
I'm currently 17 years old and in Grade 10.
Leader of the Culture/History Club in my school.

And this is how I met the boys:
America.
Spain.
and Japan.


But... I must tell my past first.







When I was 8 years old...
Something tragic happened..

My mom went missing and has never been found for years...
She just went out to buy some pandesal and food for the family. But, she didn't return.

So... It just leaves just me, my brothers, and my Dad.

One day...
My Dad start making Spain's Dad, S.E as our babysitter.
It was a big mistake for the rest of our life...

When Dad was not around...
S.E slowly start to torturing and controlling me, my brothers, and my citizens.

I was getting eroticizingly abused by S.E every Sunday night...
My brother tried to protect and saved me. But, I don't want them to get hurt even more.

Martial and Del try to tell the Dad but...
He didn't believe it at first as he thought it was their imagination.

Then a month later...
When he found out...
He tried to stop him from torturing me.
Declaring war and independence for the family.

Which got my Dad get shot by S.E's army and he torturing and controlling me, my brothers, and my citizens during a war for Filipino freedom.

I always pray at the star for a miracle to end all of the misery.

And it came true...
Someone stopped S.E from torturing and controlling me, my brother, & my citizens.

And, they occupied me for protection or somewhat.
I wished I knew. But. I couldn't...

Cause, on March 17, 1957.

I got into a plane accident. Which caused me to forget certain memories.
And those memories feel somewhat important to bring back into my head.

Thanks to a filipino journalist,
I somehow still remember the Spanish and Japanese occupation era.

Even though I want that memory to be gone from existing. But...
It's an important part of history. Only a piece of someone's era is missing.

But today... I'll bring it back and find out who saved me from S.E's cruel reign...

I hope you enjoy my story. ^^

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