Italy: Vee! You came back! We were worried about you!

M.S.K: It's all right. I pulled back the other one to make some changes. I want to transform it a little.

Germany: It does look like you're serious about the reason you're having.

M.S.K: (Nods her head)

Germany: Okay. (Salutes) Carry on.

M.S.K: Hai! Everyone, I apologize for deleting the first version of this story. I only want tweak it up a bit. Because I don't want to give my character too much to handle. Plus, things were in the way recently. I was busy doing another romance fanfic for Hetalia as well. I just got back from a Christmas vacation at Canada too. Anyway, here's the reboot of the first part of the story. Basic reminder: I don't own Hetalia or any of its characters. Only Himaruya Hidekazu does. I only my fan nation character for this, Singapore.

Italy: On with the show! Pasta!

M.S.K: Grazie, Italia! ^_^

The World According to Singapura

Prologue: The New Girl at the Meeting

This almost-an-adult young girl sat quietly at her seat, waiting for this world meeting to start. She is already dressed in her formal outfit she can find from her home and in addition, she had a magnolia flower shaped hair pin in her shiny light brown waist-length hair. She even had bright brown eyes. Everyone around her is waiting quietly too. There are a lot of people who she is not familiar with. But, she does know a few. Everyone here looks very unique and interesting to her opinion. It's because this is a world conference and everyone from all of the world's countries are here, one by one. Including her. She is too from her own country.

Then, a proud and happy voice called out from at the center of the large table she's sitting at. "Everyone! It's time for our World Conference to start right now! Starting from today, we're going to do our best to solve each world problem one by one!" That person is a young man with blonde hair and blue eyes and he's wearing glasses. He had a bright smile on his face and she can tell he is in a very bright mood today. "Even if it's something difficult, we'll be sure to get it done successfully with a little teamwork! As for me, the Hero, I'm going to start off first! To solve the problem about global warming, I say we should build a gigantic super hero to help shield the earth!"

After a bit of silence from everyone around the table, a calm voice from a very calm young man said. "To begin with, I will have to agree with Alfred-san."

"Oh! Make your own decisions for once!" Shouted another man, dressed in his military uniform, next to him.

A proper man, with a cup of tea and looking over a paper then said. "I will definitely disagree with you. Because, there's no possibility that a hero will resolve global warming. . ."

Then, a rather flamboyant gentleman spoke out. "I disagree with both, Alfred and dear, dear Sir Arthur, oui."

"Then, whose side are you on?" Arthur blurt out at him.

Then, Alfred pointed out to Francis, while Arthur continued to throw his irritable statements about him. "By golly, Francie. You just don't understand my country. Why won't you stick to making more of those green lady statues like you did in the past?"

Well, while ignoring those two men and their suggestions mixed with irritable ranting, Francis just gave out things about wine and other things about his homeland. It eventually ended up with him and the Englishman fighting.

While they're squabbling, a fine looking young man with a pony tail and dressed in Chinese clothes began to have his chance of speaking. "Geez! You two ought to calm down! Aru! Both of you are acting childish, doing something like that, aru. However. . . ." He pulls out a woven bamboo basket with bags of snacks inside. "I can give you these snacks. So, if you want to sample some, just calm down, aru."

But, both of them shout back. "I don't want any!" Then, they resumed their fighting.

The girl at her seat just sat there silently, watching the little debacle. Then, she saw a young Spanish man talking over to a taller one. "Hey, Ivan, mi amigo. Don't you have anything to say? There's some fighting over there that needs to be resolved. Si?"

"Oh?" He answered. "Me? No thank you." Then, he looked over to another man who is looking nervous as he turned away from his gaze. "I only wanted to see if Toris will ever get himself into a situation where he'll come to me, crying in the end. . ." Then he went over to a young youth who is crying while being seated, right now. Behind him is a young woman who is a little older than him. "And, of course, Little Lavis will follow along!"

Next, she saw a man with glasses speaking to him. "If you're keeping that strength up, the next thing you'll do is to start some nick-picking with Haiti."

After that, a smiling young man with blonde hair, Feliks stood over in front of Toris as if he were protecting him, obviously, began to speak out at Ivan. He is warning him about what he will do if he gets too close to him, even if it's only half of an inch.

More talking and arguing was ensuing from almost everyone in the room, except for one man, next to the girl.

She looked over at him and she can tell he's deeply asleep. She even began to wonder what he's dreaming about. Plus, she is wondering why he is hardly participating in the meeting. She began to silently question herself. Shall she wake him up? Shall she let him be?

Her thoughts were being pushed aside for when she turned over to her other side, a man with silver hair, red eyes, and dressed in a suit is also sitting next to her. She began to raise an eyebrow when she can see that he's really smirking viciously at her as if he wanted something of her. She quickly turned her head back to its first previous position and just pretended to gaze at her lap. She really wanted to say something too. But, she can't figure out what it is for it seems like everything in her country is all right and there isn't much of a problem that needs to be solved.

Then, she heard rustling from underneath the meeting table. There's even whispering from what sounded like a voice of a child. She looked down and she saw a blue sailor's hat on the floor. Then a hand appeared and swiped it away. "That's weird." She thought. Next, she saw that it's a boy in a sailor outfit who poked his head a little bit from underneath. He made a gesture to her by putting his index finger to his lips. She blinked for a second before the boy gave her a thumbs up and hid back underneath the table. Now, this made her raise her eyebrow, too.

It seems like things are becoming a little strange for her, ever since she stepped foot into the conference room. Hardly anything going is what she expected it to be. Now, the last thing she found was a young man who's slightly similar to Alfred. But, with longer hair that's kind of like Francis'. He even had a polar bear in his arms. He had a nervous smile too. She didn't even recognize him when she entered the building for the conference.

About a second later, the entire commotion of the conference room was broken into silence by one big shout from one of the members. He yelled out! "EVERYONE, SHUT UP!" It was so loud, it not only surprised everybody else in the room, but also the girl.

Francis and Arthur stopped their fighting, gratefully, and glanced at the man who made the shout. "Ludwig?" They asked in unison.

The German man, Ludwig then spoke out loudly while banging on the table for a few times. "We all come here to conduct a productive meeting! Not a useless rant fight! What good will it do if each of us were arguing with one another? What's the point about causing more problems when this meeting is supposed to be about solving them? Now, since I'm the one who truly knows how to run a conference, we all shall play by my rules, for now! Each person in this room will get eight minutes to talk and be clear with precise information, no whispering, and absolutely no off-topic discussions!"

The new girl is equally surprised by this big message.

When, he gets his chance to calm down, he then asked. "Now, if you want to say something, make sure you are completely organized and prepared, raise your hand, and say it."

In a few seconds, only one person had his hand up in the air.

Then, Ludwig pointed to that person. "Ah! Italia! What is it you want to say to us?"

The man across from him, just smiled. Then he cried out one word. "Pasta!"

After a small moment of silence, the girl finally spoke out. "Um, excuse me? What's pasta?"

Now, everyone at the entire conference table just stared at her as if they are really skeptical about what she just said.

A man next to Italian one, with the same physical features, asked her. "Say what?"

"You really don't know what pasta is?" Italy asked her too. "It's noodles topped with tomato sauce. And sometimes, Parmesan cheese or parsley. Vee. . ."

The girl blinked. Then she said with a sense of understanding. "Hmm? Oh! Is that so? It's a noodle dish! So, it's kind of like chow mein or. . ."

"Oh! Don't even say that! Aru!" The Chinese man said to her. "It's a dish that mimicked chow mein! Aru!"

Well, this girl may not know what he is trying to say to her, though.

Arthur looked over at her and said. "You look faintly familiar to me, miss."

The calm Japanese man, Kiku asked her the same kind of question too. "Pardon me for asking this. But, have we met before, Ojousan?"

Then, Alfred asked her. "Hey, girl! If you're in this meeting, will that make you a nation like the rest of us, too?"

She nodded eagerly.

"Then, what's your name?" He asked her one more question.

She smiled. Then, she made her honest answer. "Singapore. My name is Singapore!"

And that's how it all happened. Singapore, the new girl at the conference, had just became a really interesting friend to everyone in the world.

M.S.K: Well, that's the prologue! There's more yet to come. I'll be updating soon when I get things straighten out.

Germany: Just don't get too distracted with your fangirl habits. . .

M.S.K: Okay, okay. . . Anyway, stay tuned everyone! At that, I'll be seeing you later! (Sniffs. . . .) Hey. . . That's funny. . . Is something burning?

England: Scones are ready!

Everyone, including the authoress: (Gulp & Shudder)

M.S.K: Oh dear!