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Welcome to the Philippines - Chapter 2

"Once again, thank you for attending this flight! Enjoy your stay and aloha!"

Felipe exited the plane, being given flower necklaces and greeted by the Hawaiian maidens. Though he should be happy and relaxing, there was something in his mind that annoyed him ever since he left that morning. It wasn't that he forgot to tell America to spy on his brothers; no that wasn't that; or was it that he forgot to threaten France to kill him and barbecue him if he lays a finger on one of his brothers, specifically the innocent Danny? No, that wasn't it.

Calm down, Felipe, he said mentally, you're in Hannah's territory, you should be enjoying your stay.

Yeah, but still -

Whatever that thing you forgot, shouldn't be important. Now let's go to that five-star hotel Hannah was talking about!

"Okay boys!" America came in, clapping his hands, eyes beaming. "Your rooms are prepared and checked in. You can go to them now!" The loud ruckus he made caused the three lands to wake up from their siesta.

"Oh, thank God!" Emman sighed, closing the laptop he left open before sleeping. One more minute, he thought, and my ass might have been limped or worse - deformed. Yes, narcissistic you may call him. Heaven knows how he slept without hurting his back. He stood up from the not-so-comfortable sofa of the lounge and grabbed his bag, but before anything else, he stopped and eyed at the blond American. "Wait, isn't there some kind of catch?" he questioned.

America laughed and scratched the back of his head, caught. He coughed and stuttered a few times before spitting out the truth. Basty and Danny stared blankly at them, their eyes still tired and drowsy, too tired to even understand what their brother and the wretched American were talking about.

America sighed. "Well, don't freak out or anything alright?" Emman raised an eyebrow, urging him to continue. "Um, I talked to the manager, who by the way is a close and personal friend of your brother, and said that she hadn't been notified that the three of you are staying here tonight and apparently all the rooms have been booked for the season. So after half an hour of arguing with her, she won, and we decided that uh, well..." he trailed off. "That the three of you should be sharing the rooms."

Emman sneezed. "Excuse me, could you please repeat that I don't think I quite get it." Which in fact was a lie. He couldn't believe what the hell he was hearing.

Felipe forgot to reserve them a room in a hotel.

He gritted his teeth.

The bastard.

The last time this practically happened was three months ago. When their boss was having a reunion in a large palace-like hotel in Cebu, Visayas where Felipe 'accidentally' left them at the mall that was next to it. And they had to walk through the rain in a damn traffic to get to the hotel, then realizing that Felipe had the card that can access through any room/elevator, they got sent to the Manager's room without any choice and their boss had to pay for their recklessness. It was humiliating.

And that wasn't the only thing Felipe caused due to his forgetfulness. There were a lot.

A vein popped in Emman's head. He didn't mean to outburst rudely. It was his habit. One of his brothers does something really messed up that he or they are responsible to clean up, then he decides to punch their lights out causing Danny to go 'War-Freak' again, which causes even more damage than before. As if having the most annoying brothers in the entire world wasn't bad enough. Seriously, they argue about practically anything they disagree on.

"Are you saying that Felipe, our big brother Felipe, forgot about us again?" he laughed darkly. Of course forgetfulness wasn't exactly the entire thing that Emman despised about his sibling. It was also the lack of respect and care he gives to them. Felipe was always locked up in his 'office' signing papers whenever either one of the lands wanted to do something with him. Ever since they were still kids. But now that they're teens, they don't care about it that much, but they do still want some attention from him.

"I don't know, I wouldn't actually kno -"

"That's it, the asshole's gonna die once I see him," he muttered, cutting the American off. Threat was visible in his eyes.

"Come on, Emm," Basty said, nervously, figuring that it was the best time to interrupt. His brother was scary at times like these, though he doesn't actually admit it. "Let's all be happy! It's not like it's the end of the world or something like that!" He put a hand and pet on his brother's shoulder, trying desperately to calm him down. Only to have him barked at and hit in the face. Real hard.

"OH, SHUT UP, YOU MOTHERFUCKING HIPPIE! I'S HAD ENOUGH O' YO SHIT" Oh great, now he's going gangsta.

Basty paled. He has been called many names a bunch of times but never... NEVER has he been called... a hippie. Sure he's happy. He's always happy! He loves nature... no matter how much he likes to pollute it... through smoking... weed... but still! He loves it as much as he loves his siblings - which is by the way less than zero degrees celsius. Ehem, anyway... Basty continued to pale as his brother ranted.

"My God! Emman, would you seriously shut the fuck up?!" Danny bursted out. "Seriously, you have some unexplainable brother issues! What you need is a therapist not a goddamned ophthalmologist! Thank God, Bathala, Allah and Sweet Mother Mary that you don't have one of those disgusting brother complexes! I've had enough crap already! Jesus." (Mindanao has a lot of religions...)

Before Emman can throw an insult back at him, Danny raised a fist and glared at him. It was at that moment that the tallest of them (it's Emman) snapped back. This definitely was not the best time or place to pick a fight. Especially since there are a lot of people around who's watching them (America included), and since the manager can easily ban them or worse, fine them, which was really bad since they're still broke.

Emman took a deep breath, then let it all out. Including his rage. "Okay, okay, fine." He turned his attention back to the American who was still standing, awestruck and a bit scared. "So... who are we sharing with? Rooms I mean. Obviously since you're not that rich, you probably called some of the other countries and told them about this. So, who did you call?" he asked.

The American whistled, pretending to be innocent and looked up at the ceiling trying so hard to avoid eye contact. He knew it would end up bad when he told them. Even Felipe told him that he should never mention the three names. Especially since he's been through that stage in his early life as well,"Oh, no one in particular that has definitely got NOTHING to do with your past lives, even though we all are now at peace."

"Mm-hmm?"

America sighed, "It's..."

Dear Felipe,

Bro, your brothers as scary as hell. Please send help. AND a therapist.

Alfred Jones.

The country laughed at the letter, then sneezed.

Basty woke up with a start. And the first thing he noticed was that he wasn't in his room, as cliche as it sounded. Was he even in his room before? He shook his head. That didn't matter now. All that mattered was that how he got here. Wait, he paused, this isn't one of those movies where the character got drunk and banged a random girl or dude (gender equality) from the streets right? He shook his head again of course that didn't happen. The last time he got high out of his mind was last week, and he didn't banged a person. But still, he checked his body, looking for anything; bite marks, being naked... he found none, to his relief.

But still, how did he get here?

Then a small memory of the early ruckus replayed in his head.

A small 'smile' crept on his broken face. He still couldn't believe what he heard. He just heard his younger brother call him a hippie. A HIPPIE. Of all things, why that? What has he ever called him? Besides a damned hipster.

Maybe he should stop ranting for now and return to figuring out where he was. He looked around the room. Gathering clues of any sorts. There were tomatoes at a corner of the room; a guitar at the sofa and some random pics of Romano when he was still a kid.

A shiver ran down his spine, thinking that he somehow ended up in a pedophile's room.

Wait, tomatoes, guitar, pics of Romano? There can only be one guy...

"Ah!"

Somebody had just jumped on him from behind.

"BASTYYYY, MI COMPADREEE!"

... Spain.

"Can you give me a good reason why I am stuck with you?" Emman crossed his arms.

"Because you're quiet," Alfred replied, "well, most of the time. And I like quiet! It makes me feel superior to it"

The other retorted, "Well, I like quiet too. That's why I'd rather be with Japan."

America pouted. "But you have a lot of video games in your laptop! I wanna be with Japan too but I made a solemn oath to Felipe that ."

Emman rolled his eyes. "Wow, you make promises? I did not know that. Anyways I'm pretty tired so I'll just head to the be - Alfred?"

"Yeah?"

"Why... is there only one bed?"

Ahaha, cliffie. Sorry, I had to run short on this one. This did not go as planned so I am terribly sorry for the weirdness. Please, I do hope you leave a message at the reviews. When I get back, I expect at least five reviews.

And since you guys are awesome:

"Are you saying that I am going to sleep on the same bed as you?"

"You have no choice."

Kudos!

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