"Hey, dude! We're having a world meeting at France's place. Three days from now at noon. We're all going to meet at Paris and the meeting will be held at Versailles. I think we should go together, I don't want to land in the Frenchy's territory without any back-up. Bring your neighbors with you. The more nations we have in the group the better – more back-up. Y'all're gonna meet me at LA, all right? Don't be late, dude! ... America, who are you talking to? Stop pestering, Puerto Rico if he doesn't want to come! You don't see me forcing Falkland Islands! ... I'm not talking to Puerto Rico, England! Oh damn, I forgot to – beep!"

Philippines slumps down in his chair as he finished listening to a voicemail from America. He exhales loudly and closes his eyes. Another world meeting would be nice, Philippines thought.

Surprisingly, world meetings helped him recollect and relax since it was a classified meeting exclusive to personified nations and their territories – if they came. Philippines has thought of suggesting that other nations who didn't want to participate should just guard the doors, like Switzerland for example, because Germany's loud screaming defeated the purpose of the meeting being classified, since human guards outside could clearly hear his never-ending lectures. Obviously, listening to a screaming German isn't exactly what everyone in the room would call relaxing, but it was one of the only times they could actually relax. Also, everyone looks forward to the buffet that follows the meeting. Philippines smiles. A meeting at France meant French food. One of the best in Europe~, France would boast.

Philippines straightens up and reaches for his phone. He punches in the numbers for his call and waits for the nation at the other end to pick up.

"Hello, this is Singapore. How can I help you?"

"Hey, Singapore! It's Philippines. America asked us to meet him at LA."

Singapore let out a frustrated sigh. Philippines can almost see Singapore pinching the bridge of his nose. "World meeting?"

"Uhuh."

"At Mr. France's place?"

"Yeah," Philippines smiles at the tone of defeat Singapore's voice took on. This wasn't the first time the American asked the same favor from them.

"All right, you inform everyone from the Oceanic continent and the lower half of Southeast Asia. I'll notify the rest of Asia. Tell everyone to go straight to LA at the date America gave you and make a list of everyone who agrees to join us. Call me when you're done an – wait... Did America say anything about meeting us at the airport?"

"No," Philippines says as he twirls a pencil with his fingers. "But knowing him, he probably will. He might even wear that stupid disguise again."

"I hope you're wrong," Singapore says with a frown. Who wouldn't when they've seen America trying to "blend in with the public"? When America met them the last time, he dressed himself like a Men in Black secret agent and held a sign that said, 'Welcome, AFJ Committee'. Singapore shook his head and cleared his throat. "So, we all meet tomorrow outside Los Angeles International Airport at around 9 am Pacific Timezone."

"9 am Pacific..." Philippines murmured while scribbling on a small piece of paper. "That's so early... Anything else, Singapore?"

"Do everyone a favor and contact America as well, will you?"

"Sure, no problem. Thanks for your help, Singapore."

"Of course. Is that all?"

"Yeah, see you at LA. Bye!"

"Don't be late, Philippines," Singapore took on a serious tone. "You're in charge of the checklist this time."

Damn it, Singapore... clever bastard. The younger nation pouted. "Yeah, yeah, I won't. I promise to set my alarm clock one hour earlier than the actual time."

"That would be much appreciated. Goodbye, Philippines."

"Gudbay po, kuya! Lab yu~!" Philippines with a sickly sweet tone, much to Singapore's displeasure.

As soon as Singapore hung up, Philippines immediately dials three phones. Philippines' life wasn't always like this. Reading papers, signing papers, reading emails, replying to emails, sitting for hours in meetings, spending hours thinking about what to do with the government, thinking of a way to preserve the environment, thinking of a way to convince people to help him without using money, stressing over who to vote as the next leader of the country, etc. The daily problems of every nation. This is the norm now and Philippines wishes he could go back to a simpler living, but unless America finally builds a time machine there's no going back. He can only think back to when he was only starting to learn how the world worked with his old friends and goofy, but helpful uncles.

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Disclaimer: Everything Hetalia is owned by Himaruya-sensei. I am not worthy to be credited to such a sophisticated combination of arts and literature. (thesarcasmisstronginthisone) All brands, songs, places, people, and movies that are/will be/might be mentioned/quoted are not mine. I own nothing but my laptop.

Warnings: Rated T. Stereotypes and swearing will be present. This is not a documentation of the Philippines' history, this is just a very rough and kind of satiric take on the subject. Also, beware of perverts and popular ships in future chapters.

Preview:

Flashback...

Typhoons have been a pain in the ass since day one...

Children are naturally oblivious...