One day, Japan visited Philippines to bring her the payment for her part-time job at his maid café. At the same time he was also there to convince her to work there as a full time maid like he always do.

"Japan, as I said to you before I will not work as a full time maid." Philippines politely decline for the nth time. "You know that there are lots of things going on here in my country. The ASEAN leaders are finally recognizing our claim to the West Philippine Sea."

"Okay." Japan sighed and fully given up, "But so you know, your customers loves you very much."

She smiled and replied," I know, that's why I'm not quitting the job right? I'm just busy handling my country's problem that's why I can't be a full time maid. Anyways, would you like to eat dinner here?"

"If you don't mind." Japan politely bowed and joined her in the kitchen," Can I help you?"

"Sure. Could you use that ladle and stir that soup at the pot over there?"

"Where?"

"There." Philippines pouted here lips and pointed it in one direction. "Sorry Philippines. I can't see it." Japan then turned around to her to see a better look at where she was pointing at. But when he looked at her she was pouting her lips across his direction.

Japan felt danger and took a couple of step back. "Uhm. Philippines." Japan gulped and looked for a way to escape. "I'm too old for this kind of stuff and besides I'm not ready to be in a relationship yet."

"WHAT?"

"I'm sorry." Japan walked out of the room, embarrassed with hands on his face.

"I don't even understand." Philippines looked at the door and sighed, "Why am I surrounded by weird neighbors?"

"Look who's talking." A noisy old neighbor shouted back at her question.

"Shut up China!"

"Philippines where is your ketchup?" America asked with his mouth full of burger and fries. "There." She said while pointing near the kitchen window. "Thanks."

America went to her cabinet and reached the ketchup he was asking just a couple of moments ago. He looked at the label of the said ketchup and got depressed. "Ugh Banana Ketchup." He put it back on her cabinet and continued eating his burger and fries without ketchup.

While Philippines on the other hand realized that she pointed using her finger. She gasped and proceeded on biting the finger she used to point the ketchup with. America dropped his burger and asked, "Are you THAT hungry?"

"What?" Philippines asked and looked at herself in the mirror and saw herself biting her finger. She waved her hand dismissively and laughed it off. "Haha this is not what it looks like."

"Here have my fries." America reached out his fries but took it back immediately. "On a second thought, I should just treat you a new one instead."

"REALLY?" Philippines' eyes glitter in joy and wagged her non-existent tail.

"NO." America replied after he processed what he said before.

[A/N]

TODAY IS LATER OKAY? No questions asked.

Kidding aside, I'm sorry I went AWOL from you guys when I said I will update. I got exams so I had to do what I had to do, study for it.

About this chapter.

Filipinos have two ways of pointing things, one is by lips and another one is by finger. Pointing by finger is normal in other countries but the thing is here in the Philippines when you point with your finger it is bad. I don't know why but it is bad. It is even worse than using your lips to point.

HOW TWISTED IS THAT?

But I think it originated when pointing outside or in the trees. Elder people might have scolded the young ones of pointing the dwarves' houses claiming that the dwarves might put on a curse on them. Filipino culture are so rich and so underrated.

Banana Ketchup.

Banana Ketchup is I believe introduced here by the Spanish colonizers and became our favorite condiment. But however in Europe and America as well, tomato ketchup is more popular so when America saw the banana ketchup he didn't liked it.

Do you guys even wonder how banana ketchup is red when bananas are yellow?

HMMMM.