I have this insane image of Arthur and Lancelot sword-fighting in the streets of Intramuros, and Morgana having a fashion shoot on the steps of the Manila Cathedral. The fishball vendors will go gaga over Arthur, and grandmas selling rice cakes by the church doors will tug Merlin's ears playfully before offering him puto bumbong on the house. And then, while tuck in traffic, Arthur will throw a comment into the stale a/c air about the brown beanpole kids running up and down the street selling rags and candy and smokes. It will go like this:

"oh god, Merlin, and I can barely stand the sight of the original you!"

And everyone will look at the dirty red scarf hanging from the kid's neck, the one rapping his knuckles on the window, staring at the foreigners packed into the FX taxi with puppy-dog eyes.

Morgana will bop Arthur on the head, Merlin will roll down the window, Gwen will give the kid her biggest, friendliest grin, but it's Uther from the front passenger seat that puts a damper to the scene.

"The light's green," he informs the taxi driver coldly.

The taxi drives away while Merlin reluctantly rolls up his window.

-_- ahaha...sorry, impromptu comment fic!