A/N: Nya~ well I have been inspired by the awesome reviewers to update…so here it is. I hope you guys like this and please tell me if you think some nations might be too OOC or something…and please excuse my lack of talent or knowledge in writing, thanks.

Disclaimer: I own Alex, ha! *sighs* But I still with I had Hetalia…oh well~

A.k.a. Alex

Juan Alexandre Carriedo dela Cruz, also know as, The Republic of the Philippines or Philippines for short, was a very happy man at the moment. Actually very happy is an understatement for the young nation's emotion at present, he was ecstatic, so energetic, so happy, so…so whatever, all he knew was he's about to burst anytime soon and there's no stopping it. You might ask why the young nation felt that way. Well it's just pretty simple…it's so simple it confused even him really, Kiku…you know Japan, was bringing the new season of their favorite anime to his hotel room tonight…like any minute now. He wouldn't normally be this excited over something so normal…well with the exception of eating at McDonalds and going to the mall and…okay he got excited with normal things too, sue him! Anyway what kind of bothered him in a weird way was that he and Kiku were the only ones who'll he in the room, not that's it's weird or anything…they're friends after all…right? Yeah of course they are! Why was he thinking of that again? Ah, whatever. So why was he feeling so…so irritated yet intrigued with his confusion…emotion, whatever this it. He bit his lower lip and just plopped down the soft hotel bed…ah damn himself, whatever.

Though the soft white sheets were the only things he saw at the moment, it's actually pretty black when you put it in his perspective, his mind can't get away from what would happen tonight. He hated this…speculating about things again, it pissed him off to no end all the time. Like his actions during the meeting earlier that day, he was speculating about how the nations would react, how he should react and things of that sort, it makes him act weirdly all the time. He sighed; he wished he could stop himself from acting so automatic; like there's a program somewhere inside of him that dictates how he should act around others. In the past years he actually thought the habit stopped already, he thought it was completely gone…but well here he is again, wishing it to go away. He didn't like to think about how he developed this habit, he never likes to think about things that made him think of hurtful things or to think badly of others, and well of course he didn't really want to think at all period, so it was just that. The habit was there, and he didn't know how to break it now.

He felt a small groan escape his lips as he rolled to the side of the bed, looking at the pale ceiling above. There was nothing interesting about the ceiling he mused, it was boring. Boring…boredom, it was something he felt most of the time in his house. He kept complaining about it with everyone in Malacañang Palace that even the president got fed up with his rants. The man's answers to his complaints were simple; these were just either "Then do your paper work." or "Is there really nothing else for you to do?" The last straw was broken last week when he barged in to the president's room demanding the man teach him how to use a gun, not that he wasn't experienced with using a gun…he used those during the revolution after all but he was still more of a knife and dagger kind of fighter. What ticked the president off more was the fact that he stole the gun from one of the guards inside the palace…and yes the gun was loaded. So now he was sent to go to these meetings in order to find something to quench his boredom…or in other words, for the people to get some time to actually work and not be constantly bothered by a very bored hormonal teen who steals random employees' things and demanding he be thought how to use them *cough gun cough*. He smiled a little; the president's face was priceless when he told him he didn't know whose gun he was holding. A photo of that could've been sold for a high price…a very high price at that, too bad he didn't get a chance to take a picture. Oh well~ He could always do that some other time…preferably during the- his thoughts were cut off when three moderate knocks were heard. It was Kiku, he was sure.

He rose from the bed quickly and dashed to the door. He threw it open and beamed at the figure that was standing outside the room. "Hello~ Come in, come in!" he happily said as the quiet nation bowed his head. "I'm sorry for the intrusion and thank you for having me Alex-san, I've brought the new season and some snacks, I hope it would be okay." he said in a monotone voice as he entered the room holding a white plastic bag at his left hand and a colorful DVD box, the anime's new season Alex assumed, at his right. "Cool~ Of course it's okay Kiku!" Alex then shrugged and closed the door; he followed the older nation who was walking in a slow pace to the living room's direction. Alex could only smile and think about the series' next season, god he was so excited he's going to burst. 'Okay Alex, breathe in breath out, you don't need to embarrass yourself further in front of Kiku…today was a mess by it's self already and you are not going to add to that anymore.' he mentally scolded himself.

When they finished watching it was around 3 in the morning or something like that. He was too sleepy to care about the time damn it, but the new season was worth every waking second! He and Kiku, actually he had a doubt that it was only him, were too tired to even move from their respective spots in each end of the couch. He was too tired of fanboying over the new season with Kiku…he didn't know the other had another personality when it came to these kind of things, and just stating the fact that it's 3-ish in the morning says something really, also add the fact that he wasn't able to sleep the other night because of nervousness because of the meeting and this is probably the effect of that. When he heard the ending song come up, he didn't think of what the other nation might say next, or do next or whatever, he just closed his eyes and promptly fell asleep, yes that fast, leaving the events afterward to history.

Kiku on the other hand was only half as sleepy as the younger nation opposite him, though he wants nothing more to hit the hay himself, he had more self-reservation as to sleep on the couch of someone else's hotel room. He sighed and took another glance at the sleeping nation, he was sure that if someone else other than him was in his position right now that person would have laughed loudly a long time ago. Though he found the younger nation's position very amusing, it was but right to not make any kind of action that may awaken the other, so he kept quiet, duh. He debated with himself if he should carry the younger nation to his bed, or just see to it that the other's position on the couch was something more comfortable than his current one; legs brought to the chest, head resting on the couch and tilted upward, mouth open and black unruly bangs scattered on his face.

He slowly rose up from his side, careful not to make sudden movements that might disturb the other's sleep and walked silently to the entertainment set. He retrieved his DVD and put it back to it's case. He then slowly picked up the pocky wrappers that were disregarded at the hype of the series earlier, he put them in the trash bin and came and once again stared at the sleeping figure, the younger was sleeping like a log, he was even snoring, how adorable. Japan closed his eyes breathed in; he slowly picked the younger boy up and slowly walked to bed. At first he doubted that he could carry the younger one, it was a long time since he did so and the other had grown so well, he was still taller though. He slowly placed the other on the bed, he held his breath for a moment, when he thought the younger was about to wake up but sighed in relief then the other just turned around and snored again. He smiled at the sleeping figure and turned around; he was contented with the events that happened today and that's all good. He walked to the table and picked up his DVD box, looked at the sleeping figure and promptly turned around making his way out the younger's room and onto his room's direction. He enjoyed today…it was fun; he really hoped something like that would happen again, he really wished that.

A/N: Ehh~ so there's that and this and uhhh I guess I got carried away with Japan…he's soo awesome that I can't help making a scene for him and Phili-kun…yeah yeah~ Please review XDD that gives inspiration and maybe in the next chapter I'll put some American ass here and there heh~ or maybe Spain…but I kinda fail with him…he's someone I can't seem to get…maybe I should read more Spain fics….whatever~ please please review and enjoy.