A Fan-made Fanfiction
PART ONE
"And explain why we're here right now?" England asked France irritably. The countries were having a break from all that paperwork and had went on the trip together, but the first place France dragged them to was a freaking casino.
France smirked at England's pissed face. "Angleterre, it has been a long time since any of us has gone gambling, has it not?"
"Where is this casino anyway?" England muttered to himself. Apparently it was rather new, even if it was one of the most successful by now. They entered the casino and were met with polite ushers and usherettes. "Bet France isn't very happy that she takes so much care in hiring the 'correct' type of workers," Denmark whispered to Norway.
"Shut up, not like you're allowed to smoke here either," Norway whispered back harshly. 'She', huh? So it must be a female nation then? England counted off Hungary, Liechtenstein, Belarus, Ukraine, Belgium, Vietnam, Taiwan, Seychelles. Can't be any of these, either too underdeveloped or they just don't seem the type.
As they took a seat at one of the roulette tables, the game progressed quickly and England forgot about the mysterious identity of the nation as he pissed off at America and France.
... ... ...
She washed her face at the sink. Too long hours working, but she knew she could handle it. She'd handled worst than that before, after all...
"Good work all of you. continue working hard," she smiled encouragingly at her people. Truthfully she wasn't really supposed to be working there since she was the nation, but she wanted to make sure everything was fine.
The moment she stepped out of the rest quarters for the workers, her personality changed. A calm and polite female carefully served drinks, slyly responding to the moves of some of the stupider people who didn't know who they were messing with. She just had the ability to change her character to suit the occasion nowadays.
As she surveyed the casino to make sure that everything was working out smoothly, she noticed in annoyance that one table was particularly noisy. She recognized one of the people there as Italy, since he was currently eating pasta. That must be the table with the nations who were coming today, she mused.
Wait, eating pasta? She jumped. No one was allowed to eat in the casino! She made her way over to the table, controlling her anger, since she was supposed to be the perfect role models of ushers at the current moment.
... ... ...
Feliciano chomped on his pasta happily. "Can't you do anything other than eat pasta, Feliciano?" Romano asked his brother angrily. Germany facepalmed as Japan sat there awkwardly. After all, Japan wasn't really one to gamble.
"Excuse me, sir. Would you mind putting down that plate of pasta?" A quiet but firm voice came. Feliciano looked up to see a rather polite and calm usherette speaking to him.
"Eh? But I mind," Feliciano replied stupidly. Romano facepalmed this time.
The usherette cleared her throat. "I apologize for not being clear. Kindly do not eat in the casino since it is against the rules. If you do not comply I will be forced to take measures against you. If you wish to eat, please go outside and eat before coming back into here."
France wolf-whistled. Romano gazed at her in awe. "Ve? Okay then!" Feliciano left the room, bringing his pasta with him.
The female looked around the table with slightly calculative eyes as everyone stared silently at her. When she met England's gaze, her eyes widened slightly, but she quickly recovered.
"I apologize for interrupting your game. Please continue. Do not hesitate to call any of us should you require assistance, though the workers are obliged to report anything unusual you might ask of them," she emphasized, looking at France while she said so.
France didn't take the hint, instead smiling at her seductively. If she was attracted or repelled, she didn't show it. Instead, she bowed curtly and walked away. "That was a pleasant lady, oui? Although she seems a bit young to be in here," France commented.
About who knows how long later.
"That was the most awesome game ever!" Prussia yelled, not bothering to keep his volume down. Apparently he hasn't noticed that he's not supposed to be alive anymore either. England didn't say anything, too lost in thought to even drink the tea that stood there for him already.
"We're going to meet the nation who made this wonderful casino now, da?" Russia said happily. Happily because underage people/nations were not allowed and the age limit was 21. Belarus was 19. Well actually lots of countries were underage, but somehow they got smuggled in.
They all nodded in agreement. And maybe if they got on good terms with the nation, she'd give them a discount when they went to play in the other parts of her land. If possible she could get her big brother to give a discount too.
The countries waited in a rather elegant room in the Parliament House for the host nation to arrive. "Quite impolite of her to make us wait, don't you think?" Spain said cheerily. The other countries all ignored him.
Just then, an usherette ran into the room, gaining the attention of everyone. "I'm so sorry, I was busy," she panted as she leaned against the doorframe. Everyone was quite surprised as to the presence of an usherette. "Who're you and why are you here?" Germany asked very bluntly.
The youthful female blinked, before looking down at her clothes. "Ah, I forgot to change." She ran out again, before coming back in a black skirt with a yellow tank top with straps. Then she sat down, sweating slightly due to the heat.
"So... You're the host nation aru?" China asked.
She blinked at him. "Who else would I be?" That sent everyone into an uproar.
"But you were wearing usherette's clothes!"
"I envy your youth."
"What kind of nation dresses so simply, heck?" No one noticed as France slipped out of the room quietly.
She rolled her eyes. "In case you didn't know, we'd die of heatstroke if we dressed like you everyday. In fact, the temperature now is about 32 degrees Celsius now, you realize? Oh right, this room is air-conditioned."
Russia smiled. "Wow, what a wonderfully warm temperature, da? It's always so cold in my country... What's your name again?" She sighed.
She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. "My name is Singapore," she said casually.
England slammed down the cupful of tea that had been prepared for him beforehand and stood up. His pupils were a bit dilated as he sweated profusely, staring at Singapore. She made no response except to flick her black hair, tied in a loose ponytail, backwards.
He slowly sat back in his chair as everyone stared. "Sorry," he muttered. "Continue."
Just then, there was a loud sound, like an explosion, from outside. Singapore jumped up. "Think someone's trying to invade me again! Sorry, just hang on a while." She immediately left, throwing the room into silence.
"... Let's go watch or something." "Agreed." They all ran out of the door to see the commotion.
PART TWO
France was standing, oh so high and mighty, in the direction opposite from the Parliament House. And facing him was a rather pissed Singapore. "Pervert, haven't you anything better to do than try to get girls?" France smirked. "A pretty young girl like you should just be mine. Besides it's probably not that hard to take over your land."
Singapore gritted her teeth and called her army to her aid. "No use fighting, your army's insanely small, I can finish them easily," France called out to Singapore, who had somehow managed to change into a green military uniform, quite similar to England's temperate/tropical military uniform. "Besides, what are you doing wearing such an ugly uniform anyway?"
"Don't look down on me," Singapore said quietly, dangerously. "Even if I'm quite weak, my people are strong." With that, she looked France straight in the eye. "I think you forgot that even if my army's small, but practically all men have gone through training. Oh, and I forgot to mention, some women."
(Meanwhile, in Jurong.)
A forty-year-old man threw his spatula at the invading French. His little daughter took the opportunity to attack the Frenchman directly in the face.
"No, my beautiful face!" He cried, stumbling back. "How do you even know how to attack anyway?" The little girl shrugged. "My parents send me for karate classes. About all parents do that," she answered before knocking him out.
The lack of freedom to use guns in Singapore had probably gotten to the people's heads. They were creative enough to use woks, knives, pens and laksa to attack the invaders now.
(Back to Parliament House.)
"I'm not letting you go without paying me for the hospital fees," Singapore replied calmly, before pulling out a HK-MP4-A3 and a .22 revolver. "Mademoiselle, you have been influenced by Switzerland," France sighed before pulling out his own gun. Yes he has a gun, using a sword in these days won't get him anywhere.
Singapore evaded nimbly with her light figure as she dodged all the bullets sent her way. She leapt down from the top of the Parliament House and ended in a kneeling position on the ground. Her rifle was poised perfectly as she quickly took aim and fired.
She left the rifle in continuous fire and held the trigger as she followed the running Frenchman. "Mademoiselle, I know I am very exquisite, but you do not need to be jealous!" France squealed as he ran as fast as he could.
"Shut up," Singapore said, before swapping to her .22 revolver, standing up and taking aim sideways. Switzerland would have been mightily proud, only he had no part in her life anyway. "Fine, I'll pay, I'll pay! Just stop and I'll leave!" France surrendered. Singapore ceased fire and France ran away immediately after throwing some jewels to Singapore's feet.
"Should we chase after him?" A sergeant asked Singapore formally.
"No, leave him. No point in chasing after him, he's already left anyway," Singapore answered, before heading back to change. During that whole exchange everyone was gaping at her. All except for England, who had a pained look on his usually angry face.
PART THREE
"Are you sure you don't need any treatment?" Hungary looked at the younger female in concern. Singapore shook her head, smiling. "I've suffered worse," she offered as her reply. "Why don't you go ahead and play in Sentosa or something? I'll get someone to escort you there," she offered. Everyone looked eager. "But why can't you do it yourself, da?" Russia asked.
"Got to clear up after you all messed up the room," she pointed out. But they insisted on her bringing them there so she compromised by sending them on a tour of the Parliament while she cleared up.
After a while she realized that England was still there, but just pursed her lips and ignored him as he observed her. It was when she was clearing up the tea that he spoke to her.
"You still remember that I like my tea made from Ceylon black tea leaves," England stated casually. Singapore made not much response, except to continue clearing. Then she answered, "If I didn't know after all those years, I'm a failure."
"So, how have you been?" England struggled for words.
"Pretty okay, Tony just got elected President and he's quite okay." There was a silence. England broke it.
"Do... You ever long for the old days?" Singapore twitched at the question.
"Once I remember what you did to me during World War II, I can't help but wish I'd never known you," Singapore said coldly. England fumbled for words. "We-Well, I'm sorry... I know you probably can't forgive me, but please?"
"I've already forgiven you. Why else would you be the one doing most economic business with me?"
England walked over to her, bent down and stared into her defiant black eyes. "Anyone can tell that you still don't really forgive me," he said quietly. Singapore pushed him away angrily and turned away.
"Duh, anyone can tell, of course lah!" Singapore snapped as England twitched at her usage of the improper "Singlish". Was she trying to spite him? "When Japan came, you fought, so I thought it was okay... But not even halfway into the battle, you left and abandoned me..."
Singapore trembled. "And then Japan kept torturing my people, especially the Chinese. And when we tried to help China, he killed them all."
"My people weren't even given enough food to eat," Singapore said as she paced around. "Not to mention they got beaten up everyday, even the children. And did you know," she said with burning eyes as she turned to face England, "that at least 50 000 people died? At least?"
"I-I tried! I told them to continue fighting for you till the very last man!"
England bit his lip as Singapore smiled bitterly. "They didn't listen to you did they? Incompetent fool, trying to push the blame?" England hung his head as he listened to her. It was all true.
He felt Singapore coming up to him, probably to slap him. Instead, her delicate hands touched his face, before she tiptoed and gently kissed his right cheek. England's eyes widened in shock as Singapore whispered softly into his ear, "This is for the time when I adored you to the point of admiration."
She turned abruptly and walked away, remembering to snatch up the teacup as she left. England stood there frozen, his hands still touching the spot where Singapore had kissed him. It was exactly the same as where she used to kiss him before the war.
It would probably be the last time she kissed him.
EPILOGUE
Singapore stopped in the middle of an isolated corridor, still recovering from suddenly flouncing out like that. "It's... Been a long time, huh..." She whispered to herself.
She used to be a child who adored England so much, she'd done everything she could for him. Now she spent her days putting on masks: a calm usherette, a cheery nation, a ruthless fighter.
Always changing herself so that the child in her wouldn't come back and no one would ever be able to take advantage of her. So that she would never have to remember the pain of betrayal, never getting too close to anyone, not even Malaysia anymore.
She buried her face in her hands. "And now thanks to you, I can't tell who is me anymore..."
Fin.
I swear, the 50k people dying is correct as long as my sources are correct! ... Which they probably aren't. Thanks to England, Singapore suffers multiple-personality disorder or something now huh... Actually England/Singapore could make a straight pairing.
Hmm. I'll write in to Himaruya-san asking him to publish Singapore or something. And hint heavily to make her a girl. Luckily my Japanese isn't too bad, though it's very bad.
Sayon.