Characters:

*Nyotalia fem!North Italy: Daisy Vargas

*Germany: Ludwig Beildschmidt

*2p!Greece: Hermes Karpusi

*Prussia: Gilbert Beildschmidt

*Canada: Matthew Williams

*Hong Kong: Li Xiao Chun

*OC!Philippines: Maria Gabriela de la Cruz

*Korea: Yong Soo Im

A/N: Basically, this was a random RP chatzy. I couldn't retrieve the first parts, so I rewrote what I remember.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia. This fic is for entertainment purposes only. Credits to the owners.

"Run faster, Italy! Faster!"

"I-I'm trying!"

"Oh look, the Axis..." said Philippines, watching them. "Uhm... excuse me?! Is Japan there?" she yells.

The ignored her and continued their 'training'. Philippines sighed in relief. "He doesn't seem to be here... Good."

"Japan and Philippines, sitting on a tree..."

"Shut up, Hong Kong..."

"First she gets bombed, then she's inlove~"

Philippines ignores him and pulls out a bolo sword and prances up to a mango tree. She hits it and a gazillion mangoes fall.

"Italy! You'll be useless if jou don't try harder!"

"I-I know!"

"Quickly! Ve'll have pasta!"

"Ve~? Pastaaaaa..." she runs faster but trips. Germany sighed. "Ugh... I'm sleepy, I think it's siesta time! Then after that we'll eat pasta, ve~" Italy said, getting up.

"Italy. You're being foolish. You must learn to at least not to be a pasta loving fool and actually do something that can save you in battle!" Germany yells. Italy stares at him in shock and her eyes start to tear up.

Philippines, on the other hand, is trying to make a nipa hut.

"Hey! Can I get a little help here? I can't reach!" she called out. No one heard her. She sighed.

"I'll help you..." said a small voice. "Huh?" Philippines looks around. "Wh-Who's there?" she calls, scared.

"It's me, Canada!"

"Who?" Canada sighs and taps her back. She squeals and turns. "Ghost~! Oh... America? Wait.. you're not America..."

Greece starts to frolic in the mangoes and grabs a large one, slicing and eating it. Hong Kong is bored. What's a teen to do on a day like this? He glances at the mangoes, stomach growling a bit, he takes out a steamed bun and eats it, declining Philippines' offer of taking a mango.

"Done! Thanks, Canada!" Philippines exclaims, admiring the surprisingly big hut. "May I have a mango?" Canada asks. "Yeah, sure... there are like, a GAZILLION of them..." Philippines replies, tossing him a mango. "Thanks." Philippines slices a mango and noms it.

Greece looks at Germany and Italy, and is slightly disgusted when Italy became upset. He went towards the country, who is hiding behind a tree. "Italy?"

"Go away... *sniff* What's the use, anyway? *sniff* I'm useless like Germany says..." she wipes away a stray tear.

"You're not useless!"

"I'm just a-a... a Pasta loving fool... you all think that."

"It's true, you love pasta a lot, but that's what makes you unique. Your great cuisine, you're famous for great artworks and architecture, don't think you are useless, Italy!" Philippines sees Italy, and approaches her with a mango. "Want one?" she asks. Italy shakes her head. "No thanks..." she mutters, wiping her nose. Philippines is a bit awkward so she just crouches beside Italy and smoothes her hair.

"You're the Vatican Daisy Vargas. You are Italy," soothed Greece. "You are home of one of the largest religion on the earth!" Philippines nodded, not saying anything. "Um... I think it's about to rain."

"Uh-oh..."

Philippines scrambles into the hut, when Prussia suddenly arrives. "Hey! It's the AWESOME me!" he yells. "Mein Gott..." mutters Germany, and he head-trees.

"Head tree? I'll make that a thing!" says Greece.

"Hey! Mein bruder... Kesesese..."

"Uh... who are you?" Philippines asks, as Germany is walking away.

"What? You don't know the awesome me?"

"Nope. Anyway, hey! Everyone! It's about to rain, better come in here soon!" Philippines says. Gilbird doesn't fancy the idea of getting wet, neither does Prussia, so he enters so his awesomeness will stay dry. Greece agrees with Prussia, he doesn't wanna get wet either. So he brings Italy into the hut with him.

"Pst... Mr. Germany sir, better get inside." says Philippines, leaning out a window. "By the way, I didn't know you had a brother..."

"Eh? Oh... ja, he's my brother, Prussia."

Germany stays outside a bit longer.

"May I come in?" asks Canada.

"Kesesese.. my awesome presence will be dry..."

Philippines whacks Prussia on the head and Gilbird flutters up. "Oh! Sorry little birdie! Hey, Canada... yeah, you can come in."