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countryhumansrmyguiltypleasure · 4 months

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Just a Martial Law/Maharlika headcanon cuz' I wanna

I used to draw Martial as a chick a lot on paper but now I'm just digging the male ver.

there's a few differences and one of it is the arm-

was kinda punished to Isolation for 5 decades, though he kinda got used too/like it(?)

He does accompany Philippines occasionally as a body guard, during important meetings with other countries.

but when he's not, he's at his property being a pretty chill farmer with his bby girl Marshie 💖

I might add more stuff later on^^

#countryhumans #countryhumans martial law #countryhumans philippines #art #my art #countryhumans maharlika

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pplayz · 2 years

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Anyways, again, Happeh Philippine and Russian Independence Day, as well as my book/CH-AU, Downpour's first anniversary, to you, pinksterz!🇵🇭🇷🇺💕 Have the Maharlika siblings and Russia hangin' out—(idk how to background forgive meh QuQ)

Downpour AU - @pplayz (me)

❀Stay safe, stay patient, stay strong, stay... Determined, pinksterz!💕

#countryhumans #rusphil #maharlika siblings #countryhumans philippines #countryhumans russia #countryhumans martial law #countryhumans del pilar #philippine independence day #russian independence day #art #digital art #TPC Art Gallery

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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klavdiy-anichka-blog · 4 years

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What Filipinos actually R

Ok people who assumes that philippines is a cute country for america, here’s what they r

made by me n u can also follow me on amino chea/chra @Fitzhurgh

this is a joke, please don’t hack me

#countryhumans #countryhumans philippines #countryhumans filipinas #countryhumans maharlika #philippines #digital art #medibang paint pro #humour #countryhumans martial law

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ano-po · 5 years

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The Orient Pearl Family

Maharlika, about 1,000 y/old. Quite young for an ancient. Appears sometimes to taunt. A bit angry but is actually a very gentle mother. Disciplinarian but was a wild teenage nation. Kinda forgotten.

Katipunan. Maharlika's son created to free Filipinos from the Spaniards. Angsty and serious, full of passion and sadness. Cries alone under the moonlight while making poems addressed to ancient pagan gods (especially Sidapa). Loves his mother so much. Wants mother's name back. Status: Very dead.

ML (Emil). Maharlika's younger son created to guide Filipinos to a better disciplined future. Fucked up somehow. "Look, Mama, I didn't put the spouse in equation. Sorry." One of the things that destroyed him was that he was too pro-American, and Maharlika hated that because Americans killed his big bro Katipunan. Also wants mother's name back. Status: Alive, lurking in the background, waiting for the perfect opportunity to return.

Fil. The young generation, from 80's and now. Katipunan's lost son, didn't even see him born. Happy and kinda forgetful. Always late, very relaxed, and loves the internet. Original Amnesia boi. "Very Straight", except when dancing to girl k-pop songs and fawning over John Lloyd Cruz. Made a 23 slide presentation on why JLC is better than Mario Maurer. Just... Happy.

Bonus: unhelpful family tree

Original design and family concept, but loosely based from those country humans thing.

Ask me if you want. :)

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countryshitposts · 5 years

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Las Islas Filipinas

it has 1,000 words! yay!

3- take a shot every time spain thinks that a civilization different from them is barbaric

Spain wonders if the reason why God has been ignoring him for months is that he is planning a surprise for him, like a sun exploding its million rays into the night to let the night sky become bright and glow as much as the day does. God must have created this land prior to Spain’s arrival, maybe that’s why he was busy the few months. It was like a paradise, like the Garden of Eden that had existed from old times before the glory of humanity has even risen. God’s hands must be so tired for creating this lovely little land, reshaping it to fit Spain’s way of style.

He looks at the woman right in front of him, and he frowns as he looks at her up and down. She looks quite confused, and so do the rest of her townsfolk when he had come in.

God made this land, and, of course, barbarians took it from him. He wonders if they even have time marvelling the works of God, sacrificing to him and praying to him in holy sites. From the barbarians he had met from America and Africa, they believed in other gods, gods that don’t exist in the same planar existence as the Almighty. They would try defending their beliefs, stubbornly fighting with him, and surrendering the last minute due to how overwhelmingly powerful his forces are, aided by the Almighty. Then they convert to the right religion and relinquish their old worshipping of those demons, because this is truly the right religion, nothing more and nothing less.

Spain holds his rosary, knowing that he has to convert these barbarians as well.

“As you all know, my name is Spain”, he says in a loud, commandeering voice, always sure that it will get everyone kneeling, because only fools will try to stand up above him and establish themselves as a superior to him. They are not, and never will be, as he shoots them all, covered in blood of countless lives of people he took. “I came from a land far away, from Europe. I wish to establish trade deals with you.” And guide you towards civilization.

He knows that they can not understand him; it’s like talking to an animal who has absolutely no idea what is happening, all it knows is that it is bound to obey and serve the ones who are above him. Spain blames them for creating a different language, so of course he has the burden to absolutely translate all of their language, or perhaps just replace their language with his. He smiles to himself, already wanting to start his conquest along these lands. But first, he has to gain trust of the natives, who are easy to toy and manipulate because his hands control their movements and restrict them to one place because they’re only puppets.

The woman – he isn’t sure if he should call her a woman due to her rude behaviour – stands still, not addressing him, only a look of confusion on her face. She is quite beautiful, if she just removes those pintados from her skin. He is sure that she is the leader of this place, which seems quite off with what the Holy Bible states. She’s supposed to be a meek little housewife, unaware of things going on, only doing house work. He sighs.

Sugbu tries to understand what this man was saying, but all she hears is the wind, not wanting to decipher what he was saying, although she knows that he must be here for trading, something she was inherently good at, and nods silently. It is her first time to act submissive, but he looks quite intimidating, with those contrasting clothes and embroidery, his unkept dark hair moving through the winds.

But since he is here for trading, perhaps she can give him a warm welcome in her land and interest him with some of her trading goods. Perhaps he’d like some of their food; he must be hungry.

“Would you like something to eat?”, Sugbu asks, and the man turns to her with a confused look on his face. It will be quite a long while until they can understand each other, but she’ll continue to prosper in the meantime, not liking this man at all. Perhaps it was because she had never seen anyone like him before, quite pale and light like the morning sun hadn’t kissed them when they were born, forever never being held nor caressed by it. Sugbu cannot lie, but this man – Spain, she reminds herself – is quite charming, and she can feel her heart strings being plucked by his fingers every time his dark eyes look back at her.

She leads him to her home, telling her people to go back to their homes as she and Spain have a little discussion. She orders the servants to prepare a feast for her and the newcomers, as she lets them sit on the wooden stools she had to offer. Spain grunts as he sits, frowning, possibly for the small stool contrasting his tall physique. She smiles at his embarrassment, and their eyes meet for a while before Sugbu breaks it.

As the servants came flocking by with their food- meat, fish, vegetables and fruits, Sugbu tells them in her native language to dine in, wanting to impress them all with her luxury. Spain and his friends were all whispering themselves as they look at the food being served, hesitant.

Sugbu raises a brow, probably wondering what they are waiting for as she takes one chunk of meat and puts it on her mouth, admiring the taste and savouring it. She looks at the foreigners, who were staring at her with open mouthed expressions, much to her confusion. They were still not touching their foods, so she gestures with her hands, and put it over her mouth. Spain and the others look at each other, horrified at this revelation, but she happily continued to eat.

#mine #writing #ch las islas filipinas #countryhumans spain #countryhumans spanish empire #countryhumans pre-colonial cebu #sugbu:and that maharlika is how i met your father

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kurit-manok · 4 years

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I am so invested with the countryhumans. So cute with the hairs! So I went and draw a version for Philippine Revolutionary Flags. Here's the initial design.

Tawalisi, is the pre-colonial Philippines. His design is still in the works.

Martial Law, appears whenever he senses Philippines needed to be protected. However, there was a phase when he fell in love with "Maharlika", a utopia version of Philippines. In his fervent passion to serve and make Philippines the same as "Maharlika", he had imposed his rule over her and made a lot of atrocities. And now Philippines has a lingering fear and sometimes hatred to Martial Law. It is a twisted and destructive love, and yet Philippines knows that she'll be forced to use him when the time comes. Theirs is a master-servant relationship, where the master is forever wary of the servant, and the servant has always been of power over her.

The "twins of Katipunan". Magdiwang and Magdalo are brothers of blood and at-arms. During the Spanish Philippine Revolutionary War, their father, Katipunan, went missing. They have searched for him to no avail. Left with no guidance from their father, and with the waging war, and conflicting ideals (one is of Diplomat, the other is of War), they went to a self-destructive path.

Del Pilar was born during the Philippine-American War. He was called "Republica ng Biak na Bato" by Magdalo, and "Haring Bayang Katagalugan" by Magdiwang. But in the end, he refused both names. He picked up the pieces left by Katipunan, and the conflicts of his older brothers, but he never stopped fighting. And finally, made concessions and renounced his place for the sake of the young Philippines. She was not what they had aspired to be at the time, but she was what they needed to survive. And when he knew, she can finally stand on her ground, he took the name of a general, who knows love, and hope, and who was too young to be called by fate to become a hero, and even donned his colors.

#countryhumans philippines #countryhumans revolutionary flags #countryhumans martial law ph #countryhumans magdalo #countryhumans magdiwang #countryhumans del pilar #countryhumans #philippine history #philippinehistory

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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tanukijay-official · 4 years

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Countries Away Chapter 17

To the right to the left

We will fight to the death

To the edge of the earth,

It's a brave new world from the last to the first

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Philippa watched as the countries all set up for a big fight plan Amos had drawn out. She, herself, was in a military training outfit, Amos wearing what he would've worn in World War Two, if he had participated. Spencer was helping Russel button his uniform, while Russel dismissed him several times. She giggled at the pair, which flustered Spencer and made him shake his head — cheeks dusted pink. Russel was bright red in the face, wearing a Russian uniform. Spencer soon finished and got his stuff on.

As the rest of the brigade - the countryhumans - came in with their parents attire or rather attire from the previous war; everyone complimented each other. Philippa grabbed her handgun and shoved it in her holster pocket, before grabbing Amos’ hand. “Are you ready?” Amos sighed.

"If we're doing this... we might wanna get those country powers. Might help us. Spencer, you first." Spencer nodded and stepped forward.

"Before I do this, Russell... I love you, and I wish to be your boyfriend." Russell blushed. "Same here. Just... uh... do the pledge now." Spencer nodded.

"Me llamo Spencer Española. Mi padre se llama Adelio Española y mi madre se llama Anna Cortez-Española. Mi padre sirvió como Portugal. Ahora, ocuparé su lugar como España. (My name is Spencer Española. My father is named Adelio Española and my mother is named Anna Cortez-Española. My father served as Portugal. Now, I will take his place as Spain.)" He recited, glowing and coming out with deep orange arms. He grabbed a Spanish sword and put it in a sheath. Amos nodded.

"Russell, your turn." Russell sighed.

"Are you... sure, about this Amos?" Amos sighed. "We don't really have a choice, Rus." Russell nodded and took a breath.

"Меня зовут Рассел Соведия и Имя моего отца Савьен Совиенда. Мою маму звали Марриотт Совиенда, которого я буду лелеять вечно. Мой отец служил в Советском Союзе, и теперь я займу его место в качестве России. (My name is Russel Sovienda and my father’s name is Savien Sovienda. My mother was Marriott Sovienda and she will be cherished forever. My father severed as the Soviet Union, and now I will take his place as Russia,)” - A dim light shot out, glowing brighter by the second until poof! Russel’s skin was a pure white, while his hair was part blue and part red.

”Amos, Philippa I do believe it’s your turn,” Jackie told the couple, forcing them to stop kissing.

"Ang pangalan ko ay Philippines Maharlika. Ang pangalan ng aking ama ay Katipunan Maharlika at ang pangalan ng aking ina ay Perla Isla-Maharlika. Ang aking ama ay nagsilbing KKK. Ngayon, kukunin ko ang kanyang puwesto bilang Pilipinas. (My name is Philippines Maharlika. My father's name is Katipunan Maharlika and my mother's name is Perla Isla-Maharlika. My father served as KKK. Now, I will take his place as the Philippines.)" Philippa recited, transforming in a blue glow. Amos's blue eyes widened at the sight of his girlfriend's red arms and yellow sun design.

He could feel the heat radiating off of his body, as his hands shook slightly. Philippa took notice and grabbed Amos’ hands, squeezing them tight. “You’ve got this,” She whispered.

”My name is Amos Janseville and my father’s name is Brixton Janseville. My mother’s name is Francine Janseville. My mother served as France. Now, I will take her place as America." He glowed bright, blinding everyone momentarily. Soon, Amos not only had his flag, but he had red stripes on his now-white arms. Philippa smiled and caressed his cheek.

"You look amazing, Amos." He chuckled.

"Not amazing as you. Now...." Amos got up. "We should probably start getting ready to lead the troops. Russell, you will lead your siblings. They won't listen to Spencer." Russell did a Russian salute in reply. "Spencer, you get the European and Mexican countries. Jackie, the Asian ones. Philippines, the Islands. I will handle everyone not in those reins." Everyone gave a firm nod. "Alright, let's do this!!"

"SÍ!!!"

"TOGETHER TAYO NAKAKITA AT NAKAKITA NG KAMI!!!"

"彼らのケツを蹴ろう！"

"ДЛЯ НАШИХ СЕМЬЕЙ !!"

”Ensemble nous nous tenons et ensemble nous tombon!”

“For one and for all,” The group said in unison, before gathering up the others and heading out the front door, where the army of invaders from the European continent would be waiting to strike.

#countryhumans #countryhumans america #au #countryhumans philippines #countryhumans canada #countryhumans japan #countryhumans australia #countryhumans spain #countryhumans new zealand #fanfic

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countryhumansrmyguiltypleasure · 4 months

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But then we got

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#countryhumans martial law #countryhumans philippines #countryhumans #how do draw a general uniform?#idk about his cap #ehhh....#countryhumans maharlika

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countryhumansrmyguiltypleasure · 3 months

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#countryhumans #countryhumans martial law #art #my art #countryhumans russia #countryhumans Russial #countryhumans Maharlika

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issa-yza · 5 years

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She's coming for you.

#countryhumans #philipinas #philippines #phil #scary #maharlika #martial law

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kurit-manok · 4 years

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🥀

Borne of grand ideals and aspirations.

Maharlika should have been a mark of our freedom, away from the namesake of a King that never set foot on our land. And yet, her path meant a breaking away from democracy. The price of denying a dead king, was to accept an unjust (political) dynasty. the making of a monarch.

Edsa was supposed to be peaceful protest. And yet she is steeped with blood, betrayals, and propaganda. It took the death of one "elite" "rich" guy, to "spark" the movement, when thousands has died before the oligarch.

#countryhumans #countryhumansphilippines #controversialteaspilt #juststatingthehypocrisy

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tanukijay-official · 4 years

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Countries Away Chapter 7

I'm not alright, this is where I draw the line,

I've tried to run, I've tried to hide But I'm so badly broken you know, you swept me off my feet, and now I'm stuck beneath, the bridge you burned, on top of me and I'm so badly broken.

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I am Philippines, home to the bravest warriors. Philippa thought over and over again in her mind as she knocked on Brixton and Francine’s front door. A new kid to the group, she assumed, opened the door with Spence latched to his hip. “Hey Philippa!” - Her friend greeted and they did their little handshake.

"Kumusta, Spencer!" She looked at the new kid. "And you are?" The kid waved shyly.

"I'm Dominick. You must be Philippines." He smiled. Philippines nodded.

"That's me." She smiled. "Nice to meet you." She turned to Spencer. "Promise to come to my show on Monday?" Spencer nodded.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world. You're the best firedancer I know." It was true. Philippines was the best firedancer in the Philippines - and the only female. She outbraved everyone in the classes and was able to make quite a show. She had another coming up after school.

Dominick shut the door and went to Candon’s bedroom, with Spencer and Philippa not too far behind. Once they entered Amos high-fived them, then turned to Ukiah. “He’s outside right now,” - Said country nodded and went to find the other Janesville brother. “Welcome guys,” Amos greeted.

”When are we starting?” Dominick asked.

”In a few minutes, Denmark,”

As told Candon and Ukiah returned from the backyard, where the meeting proceeded. Both were blushing as Candon brushed himself off. “Alright after school tomorrow I am going to use myself as bait for the ‘watchers’” The male told the group, air quoting the word watchers. “Does anybody want to be watch?” Philippines shook her head.

"Can't. I'm working on the infirmary." She said. Russel raised his hands.

"I will join you. Just to be safe." He said. Candon nodded.

"Alright. Brittany, have you and your team decided on base locations?" British nodded and busted out a map. She grabbed some thumbtacks and smiled.

"Our main area - for strategic development and our basic cameras area is the abandoned stadium by the school. Security footage, shelter, and huge." She stabbed the location with a thumbtack. "Our infirmary is this shed provided by the Maharlikas. It was expanded. We have a bunker under it for weapons storage." Another thumbtack. "The stadium doubles as a watchtower." She bowed before Amos, who nodded.

"Well done." He said, putting the map on the wall and then pushing a thumbtack from his pocket in. “If anyone spots you, run and don’t look back. Outside of Marlo’s Coffee Shop Gesper will be the getaway driver, parked in a small black Expedition on the right hand side,”

”Yes I vill take you vack here, then I’ll revurn to Marlo’s, though I can only take vour people per trip,” Gesper explained, taking his hands out from behind his back. Everyone nodded.

“If you’re wondering, we’ll rotate people out every week. Watch is everyday besides Saturday that way you can spend a little time with your family. Lastly, we’re going to need someone to check weapons every once in a while. Do we have any volunteers?” Amos asks the group of teens.

”Zeke and I brother,” Austin pleads, putting his clasped hands up in a begging motion. His bottom lip was drawn out and he was giving the oldest Janesville sibling the puppy-dog eyes. “Why not,” Amos sighed. The twins cheered. Spencer got up.

"I think Minnie should keep an eye on them, America." He said. The twins groaned as Amos smiled.

"Great idea, Spain. Mexico, you have your assignment." Minnie nodded determinedly.

"Sí, Sargento!" Spencer smiled as he translated.

"Yes, sergeant." He said. Amos nodded.

"Alright. We will also need a medic. Anyone?" A girl raised her hand. "Who are you, soldier?"

"My name is Irene! I'm Italy. My mama is a doctor! She has taught me all she knows. I can be it!" She said eagerly. Amos nodded.

"Very well, Italy. Your new position starts tomorrow. Brittany will meet up with you at the school to take you to the infirmary to get you started." Irene nodded eagerly.

Both countryhumans nodded, and hugged before talking about the medical field, along with what time to meet up. Philippa tugged on Amos’ shirt sleeve. “Could you come outside with me? I need to talk to you about something,” She asked. He nodded, allowing her to take him to the backyard.

“What is it?” He asked.

”I..,” She sighed, scratching the back of her head. “Ever since 3rd grade you’ve always captivated me, whether with a head tilt or pouting out your lip. Amos what I’m trying to say is I love you and will you be my boyfriend?”

His jaw dropped to the /metaphorical/ floor as his cheeks flared up. She started to turn away, before Amos grabbed her arm and kissed Philippa. “I would love to be your boyfriend,” He said, holding both her hands. "I've had a crush on you for some time." He admitted. Philippa beamed stealing a kiss on his cheek.

"I have a firedancing show tonight. Wanna come?" She asked. Amos smiled at her.

"Of course I would. I wouldn't let my Sunshine dance alone, would I?"

#fanfic

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tanukijay-official · 4 years

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Countries Away Chapter 2

Chapter 2 of the fanfic

Martin is Martial Law.

This one was kinda based loosely on an animation made by my favorite countryhumans artist here, @caseykeshui .

Enjoy!))

Loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath, Yeah, I'm gonna show you I'm gonna show you, Yeah, I'm gonna show you Mental out my brain, bat shit go insane, Yeah, I'm gonna show you I'm gonna show you Yeah, I'm gonna show you

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Philippines Maharlika stood at the entryway to Burreling High School, crossing her tattooed arms. They weren't real tattoos, but her kid brother, Martin, had a habit of drawing on her arms with a sharpie. So, she asked her friend Indiana Kakai to edit them a bit. Sure enough, it gave her iconic tattoos. Now she got them touched up every so often. Philippa looked at the doorway, gasping when she saw Spencer Espanola carrying her unconscious crush, Amos Janesville. The closeted gender-fluid ran to them. "What happened?! Okay lang ba siya?!" She asked worriedly.

"He's fine. Just unconscious and injured. Where's Candon?" Spencer asked back.

"He got away, thanks to you guys. The twins got him home." She saw the flags on their faces. "They got you, huh?"

"Si. I got my home country, Amos got his. Think he struggled and ended up getting knocked the fuck out. Poor guy." He looked at her again. "Philippines, about us-"

"Ayaw kong pag-usapan ito, Spencer. What happened at my country and home is not your fault. Your power hungry father is the cause." Philippa interrupted. Spencer nodded.

"Okay." He went to lay Amos on the grass. The filipino gender-fluid stopped him.

"Hindi dito. My house is closer. We can help him there." Spencer was shocked.

"But, Philippa, your hermano-" Philippa raised her hand.

"This will be a lot better help to our friend there. Pick him up, please Spence. We’ll talk at the house and see if Candon can come pick him up after,”

Spencer nodded his head and stuck his hands underneath Amos’ back, before lifting him up in a bridal-style position. Both teenagers nodded to each other and began the walk to Philippa’s home. Where her always angry father and overly annoying twin brother lived alongside her.

When they arrived, Philippa tried to twist the door handle only to find out it was locked. “Hey Martin!” She called out. A faint stumbling came from inside as she heard the footsteps get louder. “Yeah?” He asked in return.

”Could you unlock the door for me?”

”Yeah, sure. Just give me a second,” - There was a light click and a large squeak as the two saw Martin stumbled back with the door knob in his hand. “Here you go sis,” He mumbled, then wondered off your his room.

Spencer gently laid Amos on the oddly decorated couch that Philippa’s father made. He felt for a pulse and felt a soft thrumming against his finger-tips. As Spencer sighed he pressed his hands on Amos’ putting a little pressure. The other male grimaced some and calmed down, before Spencer checked everywhere else. “No broken bones. Just a busted lip and a concussion on him,”

”That’s good-ish. I’ll ring up his brother,” Philippa said as she got the phone. "I can't believe this happened! Why are people doing this to us? We're just kids!" She asked as she dialed Candon.

"Don't know. I hope we find out soon though. Before more people become like us...." he said, looks at Amos. "He loves you, y'know. For a girlfriend." Philippa smiled.

"And I love him." She smiled and Candon picked up. She gave him the short version and Candon gulped.

"I can't pick him up. My mom will notice the flag. She wasn't too happy about Zeke and Austin coming home with them." Candon said. Philippa cursed under her breath.

"Okay then. He'll stay at my house then. My father is gonna be pissed. See you at school." She hung up. She sighed.

"Amos is staying here." She reported to Spencer, who nodded.

"Okay. Hey um...." Spencer shoved his hands into his pockets. "About.... us...." Philippa looked at him.

"Whaddya mean?" It suddenly hit her. "Oh... that."

3 years ago

"Hola!" a 13-year-old Philippines Maharlika turned to see another 13-year-old Spencer Espanola. Philippines cocked her head.

"Kamusta? Paumanhin, hindi ko sinasalita ang iyong wika, ginoo." The young girl said. Spencer chuckled a bit. He smiled.

"Lo siento. Me llamo es Spencer." He pointed at himself. "My name is Spencer. Who are you, you beautiful creature?" Philippines blushed.

"Ang pangalan ko ay Pilipinas. I am Philippines. My father calls me Philippa." She smiled. Spencer shook her hand.

"Then that is what I shall call you. Walk with me please?" Soon the two walk together.

For two years, the two met in secret, sealing a relationship.

A year later, Adelio Española found out about their outings. Enraged, he forced them to see him kill Philippines's mother, Pearl. Spencer was to stay behind his father, while Philippines was trapped in the embrace of Martin. Her father had held her mother.

Spencer's eyes met Philippines's. She saw and screamed. "SPENCER!!" It broke him into a million pieces.

"Ven Spencer. Estamos saliendo." His father had said. Spencer gulped.

"¿Puedo al menos decir ... adiós a ella? A Filipinas?" Adelio shook his head no. So Spencer did the one thing he shouldn't.

"SPENCER." Spencer ignored him and ran up to Philippines with a hug. With a small whisper, he said,

"I'm sorry, Philippines... I will miss you...." he said through his small tears. Philippines hugged back.

"Batang lalaki." Her father said. Spencer turned to him as the guards neared him. The father smiled. "Malugod kang tinatanggap kahit kailan." You are welcome here anytime. Spencer nodded and went to his father solemnly.

The morning was cold, as she watched her brother trudge with their mother’s body in his hands. She wanted to cry, scream, kick - do anything to cause a reaction, but all she felt was stone cold. It was the man who claimed that he would protect his family with his life, that did this. A mess of words rolled off her tongue as she slid down her bedroom wall into the floor.

”Mama please come back,” She whispered.

Present

She held onto Amos’ hand and took him up to her bedroom, before returning back to Spencer. “Just try to forget about it please, it was in the past and we were young,” Philippa told him, grabbing his wrists.

”If...if you say so,” He replied, gently pulling away.

”So you gonna go home now?”

”Might as well, I’ll probably just sneak through the backdoor. But typically he’s asleep at this time,” - He pointed his thumb to the open window that reveal a harsh tint of darkness from the sky.

She nodded and grabbed his shoulder. “Y’know you can stay here if you want,”

”I don’t want to be a bother,”

”If you say so,”

With that Spencer stood up and opened the front door, before slamming it closed. Philippa sighed and ran a hand through her hair, mimicking frustration. She could hear his shoes against the asphalt of the sidewalk as he jogged back home. Maybe everything would turn out normal this time.

#countryhumans #countryhumans america #countryhumans spain #counryhumans philippines #countryhumans japan #countryhumans canada #countryhumans australia #countryhumans new zealand

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tanukijay-official · 4 years

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Countries Away Prologue

((This is a countryhumans au fanfic I write in my quotev. Follow me at @SweetLittleBumblebeeTFP on there. Here the link. https://www.quotev.com/SweetLittleBumblebeeTFP

Okay, here the summary-

Amos Janesville is an older brother of 4. As a bisexual male, he's often bullied. His only friends are those like him. So when he gets a flag of the United States of America painted on him, his life drastically changes in more ways than one.

And now here the story))

All I need is a little love in my life

All I need is a little love in the dark

A little but I'm hoping it might kickstart

Me and my broken heart

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"Up and over!" Amos Janesville watched as his brother Candon use his skateboard to perform a trick. He landed a 180 and the board rolled on the ramp, with his foot slightly dragging. “How’d I do Amos?” Candon asked, one hand on his hip and the other picking up his new high-speed skateboard. Amos smiled.

"You did great, Candy!" He said, clapping. "Y'know, I got worried when you got the thing, but you're awesome at it! Now I need to find my perk." Candon laughed.

"Amos, you don't need a perk! You're already awesome!" He said, flipping the board into the air and catching it. "I mean, sure, Zeke has his music, and Austin has his reptiles, but you're you!" Amos chuckled. The twins - while a minute apart - were nothing like each other. Austin was an outdoorsman and Zeke was a natural song writer and singer. Even Amos couldn't match up to them.

"Oh yeah? What do I have that you guys don't?" Amos asked Candon.

"You're gay. That's something." Candon offered after thinking about it. His brother cupped one hand on the bridge of his nose and inhaled in a dramatic fashion.

“First off I’m bi, there’s a difference dear brother of mine,” Amos retorted, crossing his arms. “Second of all sexuality has nothing to do with this! I’m talking about any talents I might have,” Candon made an 'o' with his mouth and nodded.

"Well, you can... fight! I've seen you duke it out against Russel!" Russell Sovienda, a Russian boy in Amos's sparring class and also his rival, was also known for being the brother of Candon's crush, Ukiah. Amos smirked.

"Okay, maybe I can. But you guys can too!" He said.

”Maybe I can, maybe I can’t brother,” Candon told him, shrugging his shoulders. “Anyway we should probably get to class, we don’t want to worry Jackie by being late,” - Jackie Kiastu, the new Japanese transfer student to Burreling High School, immediately became friends with the brothers. Her stylish looks and all around cute hair made her a little popular too.

”Yeah, you’re right Candy. Don’t want her to freak out,” Amos replied, picking up his backpack and started heading across the street from the skate park.

"I wonder if Spencer will be at school this time. He's always missing class." Spencer Española, one of Amos's childhood friends, was a kid with problems. He missed school and barely showed. Even the Janesville brothers didn't know where he was. Zeke thought that he was probably being held hostage by his dad, but there were doubts.

"You wonder about Spencer. I'll think about her." Amos smiled as his mind drifted off to the Filipino girl, Philippa Maharlika. Philippa's full name was Philippines, but she went by Philippa. Her sharpie tattoos and badass attitude were what drew Amos to her. Candon snickered.

"Y'know, maybe if you actually asked her out, maybe you could snag her." He teased. Amos cheeks dusted to an almost fully light red color, he tugged his brother’s ponytail gently.

“Do you think she’d actually say yes?” He asked as they neared the school.

"Bro, I know that'd she'd say yes! You're the coolest guy around. And let's not forget who saved her from being attacked by Spencer's dad." Candon smiled, looking towards the large building, then stopping.

"Candon, what's up?" Amos asked, looking in the same direction. He froze. A group of kids were being herded to a certain spot of the courtyard. The brothers exchanged glances, and neared the spot.

"AMOS! CANDON!" Amos and Candon whipped their heads toward the crowd. When they felt a pair of hands shove them over to the crowd, both brothers froze. As they arrived they heard an all too familiar word ring inside their ears; Belle and Russel were standing in the middle of the circle as was Spencer and Jackie. “We have another pair before the fight begins,” - It was a cool and clear as daylight, Gesper seemed to be the cause of the issue.

“What the hell are you doing?” Amos asked the German teen. Though he kept his lips sealed and pushed the brothers in the rest of the way.

"Oh shit..." Candon said. "Amos-" Amos stopped his brother there.

"Don't worry, Candon, I'm a pro at this." He made his fists and the fight began. Russel ran to Amos, tackling him. "OOF-"

"Nowhere to hide, Amos!" He said in a thick Russian accent. Amos grunts and shoved him off.

"No where to run, Russ." He turned to Candon. "Okay, you deal with Spence and Jackie. I got Russel and Belle." Candon nodded and ran forward to them, throwing punches here and there. Amos turned his attention on Russel, who sucker punched him in the face. Amos threw them back. By the time it was first period, the students were sore and aching. Spencer put his hands on his back and cracked it.

"Mierda. Who knew we'd be doing a fucking fight? Never thought Gesper would do that." He commented as his back emitted a loud crack. Before he could respond, Amos was tackled.

"YOU'RE ALIVE!" The voice that Amos knew as his brother Zeke said. How he managed to get to the high school was a mystery, since he and Austin were middle schoolers. But as he studied his brother he noticed something off. His face was different.... the New Zealand's flag was on his face. The paint had dried, and it felt rough like their cat: Wendy’s fur.

“Candon come see this. I have no idea what to make of it,” Candon looked at Zeke's face.

"What happened, Zeke?" Zeke shrugged.

"Some guy grabbed Aus and I and painted our faces like this. Told us to not wash it off. Kinda weird if you ask me. Austin got Australia." He explained, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Kinda weird if you asked me." Amos sighed.

"The hell? Why would someone do that?" Jackie asked. Zeke shrugged again.

"Dunno, but Aus and I weren't the only ones - a couple of girls named Indiana Kakai, Mallory Itu, and Brittany Miller got picked too. Indiana got Indonesia, Mallory got Malaysia, and Brittany got Britan. Philippa also got one - Philippines." He counted off. Amos blanched.

"Philippines? Is she okay-" Zeke raised a hand.

"She's fine. Protective much?" He asked him.

Amos groaned and covered his face, hiding the new shades of pink dusting it. “Let’s not talk about it right now,” He told Zeke, grabbing the older twin’s shoulders. “Especially not in front of Gesper and his annoying crew,”

"Just head back home and we’ll see you there. Alright?” Candon spoke.

Zeke nodded and picked up his things before charging out of the high school gates. “See you then!”

He let out a sigh of relief and slung his arm around Candon’s shoulders. “We really have to go to class, can’t have mom finding out,”

”If you say so..,”

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kurit-manok · 4 years

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Maharlika is the sweetest of nightmares to wake out from. She would have been glorious, a monarch of pearls and freedom, if she was real. The fact that she isn't, made the dream all the more bitter.

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