"Hey, Al, I can trust you, right?" Felipe asked out of the blue.

"What are you talking about, of course you can trust me!" America said, taken aback and hurt at the same time.

"Well, it's just that what I am about to ask you is highly confidential, and I don't want you to think that I'm flirting your daughter or anything like that. Seriously, I may be narcissistic but I'm not pedophile."

"What?! Nevermind, what did you want to talk about?"

"Well, I was thinking of putting my three idiotic brothers to a test. Since you know, I'm not handling the name of Philippines all too well," the South-east Asian laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head.

"Huh, what are you talking about? I think you're handling it all too well!" America reassured his dear friend, obviously lying. He knew that the guy was as dependent as a child, he just didn't want to tell the truth cause he didn't want to bruise his ego and be all depressed again.

"Seriously?" Felipe deadpanned, knowing the lie.

"Yeah...well, maybe not." It was now America's turn to laugh nervously. "But c'mon, stop being paranoid. You're growing and it's not that bad..."

"Yeah, I know but what'll happen once I'm, you know, gone? Obviously they're still weak and recovering; especially after Beatrice's [Borneo]* um..." Felipe didn't even bother to continue. He already knew that Alfred knew what he was talking about.

There was a long pause before Alfred replied.

"Fine, I'll be by at your house tomorrow. I'll fax you a letter and your ticket. Later." He hung up.

"Okay, I'll get going now! Say 'hi' to Ukraine for me! Don't forget to brush your teeth! Be sure to keep a safe 20 feet away from France okay? Bye!" the bright-smiling physically 27-year-old man said with a grin as he walked to the front door. "Be sure to secure the house no matter what," he rambled on and on.

He opened the door, but before he could exit, he turned around and looked at his brothers one last time, then he smiled. It was a worried one.

"Just... be careful in here and during the meeting okay?" he asked for the last time.

Basty let out a frustrated sigh and replied, "Yeah, yeah. Just go already, you're gonna miss your flight." Felipe smirked, knowing that what the boy was telling him that he's gonna miss him. Seriously, the small blush gave it all out. He tousled his hair as the two other siblings bid their farewells to him.

"Right," he said. "Can't make Hannah-dear [Hawaii] wait for me. Gora![Go+Tara(Let's go)]" He picked up his luggage and practically zoomed to the small white limo.

And just like that, Felipe left unceremoniously, leaving the three really confused physically teenaged lands even more confused.

"I wonder what Kuya Felipe is doing that's so important that he has to go to Hawaii?" Danny asked, holding a plate of mango float. "I didn't see any letter about that he has any business at all in Hawaii."

Basty let out another frustrating sigh, taking a bite from his own plate of the delicious dessert. "He's just probably trying to flirt with Hawaii, how ironic," he said while munching. "What do you think, Em?"

The person spoken, just took a glance at him then turned back to the laptop screen. "The bastard's probably just trying to see a bunch of girls in bikinis. Like seriously, the guy needs a girl or something," he stated flatly, a bit slurry due to the beer he was drinking. He took another bottle of San Mig' and chugged it.

Basty sweat-dropped. "Well, whatever the case is, I hope it's worth wearing the goddamned thing he calls a 'barong' [Filipino suit]." He took a cigar and lit it. He took a brown box that was placed next to the sofa that Felipe left before leaving. He opened it making some dust dance in the air and sneezed as he took out a whitish-yellow transparent-like suit and black silk pants.

"Damn, am I really this short?" he questioned out loud.

Emman smirked. "I don't know, depends on what kind of 'short' you're talking about, eh, eh, eh?" He winked.

Basty glared at him, tempted to throw his slipper at him. "Oh, shut up, you damned hipster." He ignored his brother's complains and whines then began to look for other stuff in the box. "Here, it's yours and Danny's." He threw two other pairs of suits, one pearly white and another yellowish one with the same pants.

"Let's see what else is here."

"I wouldn't even be surprised if you find some 'unwanted things' there..." Emman muttered, taking another sip of his beverage.

"Ah-hah!"

"Hm, what you got there?" Danny asked, peeking over the eldest's shoulder.

"It's a... lace?"

"What's a lace doing in there?" Danny asked.

"Could it be...-" Basty's eyes widened at the piece of pearly white silk.

He shook his head. "Let's get dressed. We don't wanna be late now, do we?"

How he found himself in a huge twenty-foot limousine was a huge mystery to the three siblings. And what's worse, it belonged to a Western self-centered man who was addicted on being the world's greatest hero and owner of a lot of fast-food restaurants throughout. Yes, it was Alfred Jones aka, America.

Though, he has helped the three kids ever since they were still kids, Emman, Basty and Danny still don't feel comfortable with him being under the same roof with them. Let alone in a tight space. Not to mention him visiting every time and causing havoc in the country and introducing people to whatever junk he possesses.

Well, the last one wasn't at all that bad...

Thankfully, the ride did not end as long as they had thought it would be. Another second of smelling the cheap car smell and Emman thought he'd barf along the car's carpetings.

They had arrived earlier at the designated area to where they'll be staying than most of the other countries, so the three siblings just sat at the lounge enjoying their last hour of freedom before the others arrive. Especially since Germany was around - the last and only time the meeting was held in their country, most of the Filipinos that he approached almost peed themselves.

They still wonder how the scary man can produce such delicious French Fries. And why it was called 'French' not 'German'.

Danny fidgeted in his seat, obvious that he was nervous of the outcome of meeting the other nations. His hand shook as he drew something in his sketch pad.

Basty kept tapping his foot on the floor whilst listening to the song in his iPod, looking frantically back and forth.

And Emman was... just being Emman. Sucked in his video game, just like always.

I wonder what'll happen when the rest gets here... he thought.

Splash!

"Ah! I greatly apologize!" A voice squeaked.

Basty peeked one eye open, finding himself staring face-to-face with a girl he has never seen before. A purple laced ribbon was found at the left side of her head - or was it the right?

The girl bowed several times as she apologized. He looked up, finding that his hair was soaked with some juice. "Uh, it's okay?"

"Liechtenstein! We'll be late!" Someone called her.

"Yes, coming!" the girl said, apologizing once more.

As she left, one thought appeared in Basty's mind.

She reminds me of someone I used to know.

He shook his head. Probably nothing.

Okay, before anything else, Basty and Liechtenstein shall not be paired... I think... Leave a comment. :D