I have millions of ideas, but zero motivation. That is my excuse for not updating in forever.

Any life updates? Well, I'm like ten percent atheist now, that's something, I guess...

Reviewer Replies

writersoftheuniverse: YES IT DOES UPDATE. IT JUST UPDATES SLOWLY. VERY, VERY SLOWLY. XD Thank you! I will be ready to prepare you with more. XD

Guest: I guess you have a point...

TakeThePRNDL: I'm sorry, I don't do request pairings. PLEASE DON'T HURT ME ;A;

Guest: Like Kiki said to Germany, Sakaë just randomly gave her the nickname. And to be honest with you, who Sakaë is based off of is really weird...

KimiCapucciny: I'll be sure to tell Kiki that. XD And, spoiler alert, it's not Iggy. But that sounds hilarious. To be honest, when I read your review, I imagined that in my head. XD

CalicoKitty402: I assure you, I will. :3

Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz.

. . .

"Kiki~"

Ugh... I don't wanna go to school today...

"Mom, five more minutes..."

Wait... Mom doesn't call me Kiki...

I opened an eye, and through the blurriness, I saw reddish-brown hair.

Wait, so it wasn't some weird dream? And Sakaë didn't put crack in my lunch?

Goddammit.

I sighed and reached out my hand. "Italy, could you hand me my glasses?"

"Sure~" Italy replied, "here-a you go~"

I felt them plop into my hand. "Thanks."

I sat up onto my knees and put on my glasses. I could see Italy clearly now, will the usual smile on his face. "Could you please go?" I asked. "I have to change."

"Okay!" the Italian replied before he left, probably to bother Germany. Well that was easy, I thought before going through my messenger bag.

I pulled all my stuff out of it to see if I had anything to help me through a different universe. Probably won't have much. Actually, I probably won't have anything.

I pulled out my sketchbook. That'll help with boredom, I thought. I put it on the floor and pulled out all my school stuff. Don't need that shit. I pulled out smartphone-shaped object with a light blue Hatsune Miku case. I blinked. My iPod? Well, at least I have that. But I have to be careful when I use it. The world doesn't have this kind of technology yet.

The rest of the things in my bag was my notebook, my earphones, my extra clothes, some books, and some other stuff I didn't really need. I sighed again and grabbed my clothes.

They were a long-sleeved black shirt with a matching skirt and leggings, and some black ballet flats.

Wait, these aren't the clothes I packed...

My attention turned to the sticky note on the shirt. I took it off and read it to myself:

Aphrodite,

I hope you don't mind that I repacked your clothes for you. I just think that jeans with a t-shirt and sneakers wouldn't be very comfortable. Have fun at Sakaë's!

Love, Mom~

...Seriously, Mom?

I growled angrily and changed into the clothes that my mother oh so nicely packed for me.

I looked at myself in the mirror, well, more like window, and sighed for probably the umpteenth time. I gave my reflection the finger and went to see if Germany killed Italy yet.

. . .

Well, Germany didn't kill Italy.

At least, not yet.

Apparently he hasn't gotten annoyed with him.

Not yet, anyway.

Italy was laying on the floor, reading a book and I was leaning on the wall next to him, thinking about my very stupid life choices when Germany came up to us and asked, "Vhy don't you try to escape?"

Well, it looks like he's annoyed with us already.

Lucky us.

"Why?" Italy asked. "As long as I'm with you, I get fed and nobody picks on me. I like-a being here."

"And I don't feel like it." I answered. "I don't have anywhere else to go anyway."

That must have not been the answers Germany wanted, because he started ranting about something that I didn't feel like listening to. Italy fell asleep halfway through his rant... thing.

He needs to teach me how to do that.

Germany opened the door and said, "Look at how the door just opened! You could totally run run away if you vanted to!"

Italy walked out the door sadly and I followed him out, but came back in two seconds later. Germany gave me a strange look.

I pointed my thumb behind me and said, "All he's doing is flirting with girls."

Germany looked out the door and saw that what I said was true- all Italy was doing was flirting with a bunch of girls.

"If you want to get us to leave, that attempt didn't work. I'd try a bit harder if I were you, Germany." I said, before I walked away, not taking a glance back.

. . .

Third Person POV

Germany looked at the girl- Kiki, as she called herself- with a shocked expression.

There's something about that girl. She probably knows more than I possibly thought... He thought, perplexed, not even looking to see Italy walk back into the room.

. . .

Kiki's smarter than Germany originally thought! What will she do next?

By the way, if you guys want to see what Kiki's iPod case looks like (probably not a lot of you do...), you can find it here (just remove the spaces): www. hottopic hottopic /PopCulture /ShopByMovieGenre /AnimeMovies /Hatsune%20 Miku%20 iPhone%20 5%20 Phone %

When I was halfway through writing this, I realized that I was writing the chapter for episode three and didn't even realize it. XD This is what happened when I realized it:

Me (in real life): *smiles* Well, I guess I just have to start episode two now! At least I have chapter four almost done!

Me (in mind): GOD FUCKING DAMMIT FUCK MY LIFE RIGHT IN THE FUCKING ASS *flips table*

So, in conclusion, I have chapter four halfway done, so I might have it done in a couple days. But probably not tomorrow (well, technically today now), because it's already past 12 in the morning in my time zone and I have to go to my therapist later in the day and all that jazz.

See y'all next time~!