I've been focusing on Charice for quite some time. Maybe I should give Rizal some more screen time, don't you think? Yeah...that's a good idea.

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"Ah…you're fun to drink with, Prussia…"

"I agree with you, Frenchie…"

"Haha…you two are funny."

Rizal stared at the Bad Friends Trio as they lagged around through the hallway of the hotel holding nothing but bottles of alcohol without even thinking about where they were going. He blinked at just how drunk they were (they were twenty three, last time he checked) and couldn't help but shiver.

"Ah…look, look, look…it's a cute little colony…"

"I'm not a colony, Spain." He spat. "And I'm definitely not yours."

"He has spunk! I like it…"

What the heck is wrong with him? Rizal shivered.

"So then…" France waddled toward him. "How are those vital regions of yours…?"

"My…what?"

"Your vitals…the most important region of your body…" Spain whispered.

"In case you're wondering, my vital regions are fine without you." Rizal shooed him away. "Why the hell are you asking?"

"Great…great great great…I need someone with uninvaded vitals…" Prussia staggered toward him. "I need you…to…to to…deliver something to mein bruder…"

"…what is it…?"

Rizal gave in as he took a bottle from the men and pocketed it, walking away as fast as he could. The three of them started snickering at the innocence of the young man as they staggered toward their hotel rooms. Rizal on the other hand wondered why in the world they were talking about his heart's condition. The heart is vital, right?

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"Hey, Germany."

"Hm? Oh, Rizal." He lowered his papers. "What's wrong this time? Did Charice do something again?"

"No, this is more like your brother. He wanted me to give something to you."

Germany stared at him as Rizal pulled out what looked like a bottle from his bag. He didn't pull out a logo, so Germany had no idea what the heck Gilbert was giving him this time. For all he knew, it was probably a bottle of beer or something and Rizal didn't know. He was only sixteen, after all.

"What is that?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen it before, so I figured that it was probably just German hair gel." He pulled it out. "Just in case you actually asked for it."

The tag on it read "Lube".

…

"Germany? Germany?"

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Hey, he may be protective and extremely blunt…but he's on the naïve side of sixteen :D