For so many years I have been a silent fan of mexpiri/mexphil because the pining of a LDR-ish situationship in the background of their own individual journeys for freedom and independence is just *chefs kiss*
Like they began as two beans taken from their pods, looking at each other like strange creatures while Spain told them to 'play nice,' that theyre 'family.' Even though they have their own families and a history but Spain has wrecked that thru his colonial conquest.
And, slowly but surely, they warmed up to each other. Mexico would sneak into one of the galleon ships heading to Manila, and Philippines would wait for him at the harbor waving his arms around and calling for his name. Then Mexico would steal Philippines from his duties, running around the streets and eating mangoes and playing like little kids and doing it all over again even though Philippines would get punished by one of the friars or the governor-general would scold Mexico for being too lenient.
Then the unrests started. Well, they never really 'started,' they were always there. They feel the cries of their people in their bodies, the yearn for freedom from Spain and the system. I like to think that before 1811, Mexico visited Philippines one last time, to say goodbye, but couldnt. Because he didnt want to leave Philippines; if he could steal him, he would, hed do it, theres nothing to stop him, nothing to fear. But that would be unfair for Philippines' own people, and as if Philippines would come w him. So he leaves without telling goodbye, tho maybe Philippines already knew, then they never saw each other again
Till the 1950s when Mexico visits the Philippines again, not as Acapulco but as Mexico, and the Philippines waits for him, like old times.
