BONUS CHAPTER!

So... I don't really know if this is too late but Felipe's name pronunciation is 'fel-LEEP'... or it depends on how you think it is pronounced. Anyway, sorry for the delay. You know, school's a drag sometimes. But hey! I updated didn't I?

Though this should have been the fourth chapter of this er... book, I think I'll just hand in a few of my drabbles in the story... you know, to make it much more lively than before.

Oh, before I forget...

Welcome to the family of insane weirdos, LassRonan0020! I do hope this story is much to your liking for we have a lot of seats vacant for new favors and followers, sad to say that there are only a few people who actually acknowledge this fic. *tongue click* yup... anywho... let the story commence!

Title of drabble: Saturday Mornings... ft. Basty de los Reyes. (A/N: Before anything else, let me just insert my rage for this quite catchy song)

He was furious.

He was angry.

He was mad.

He was... being licked all around his face by his brown Labrador dog, Palawan; his alarm clock singing Rude by Magic!, making his Saturday even suckier than it already is.

"Down, boy! Palawan, off!" He pried the dog off, trying so hard to make his voice calm to not scare his favorite (of the dozen more dogs he owned) Lab. As the dog did, his hand found its way to the alarm clock and bashed the top of the clock almost destroying the piece of technology that China or Taiwan or whoever made the cheap thing.

It wasn't because of the nightmare he had about Japan, China, America or anyone last night... it was because of the blasted song that kept ringing in his head, nonstop. It was everywhere; the streets, the plazas and playgrounds, hell, even in the bathroom! Sighing, he went downstairs as he heard Danny's sizzling pan.

The last thing he wanted was for someone to sing the damn song in front of him.

"Hey there, Basty!" America smiled holding a fork full of pancakes. Oh.

He forgot.

America was visiting...

...again...

...for the fifth time...

...after a thousand others...

"Out of my house," Basty replied, glaring at the blond man.

"What? I just got here!" America whined. "Besides, this isn't just 'yours'."

"Don't care, bahala na (leave it/I really don't care)! Out! No me importa!" Basty spat. He didn't like to speak the blasted tomato-man's language but it was a goddamned Saturday and it got ruined by a song. The worst scenario he ever thought.

"But...but..." America stuttered. "Why you gotta be so rude?"

Basty cringed.

"Don't you know I'm a nation too?"

A slipper made its way to America's mouth. Truth be told, he didn't actually sing it. But the drasted song in his head made it sound like he's singing it.

Title: Chinito by Yeng Constantino... ft. Emman de los Reyes (I try my best to translate these... so don't judge!)

"Wow, it's such a great pleasure to let me tour your place, Emman, aru!" China said as they walked through a garden near the mall. "It's really beautiful. It's been such a while since I came here."

"Glad you like it," Emman replied. He didn't really like the outside world - being an introvert and all - but every once in while, he enjoys a walk or two.

Napapansin mo ba? (Have you noticed?)

"Huh?" Emman's head whizzed to where the music was coming from until he saw a cafe that recently opened with large speakers. Typical. He closed his eyes and paid no attention to the music as they continued their walk/tour. The breeze was chilly as it was getting quite late.

Kaya ang tulad ko... (So I like...)

Kahit nasa sulok lang nasa iyong mga mata (Even in just the corner of your eyes...)

Emman abruptly stooped and pondered for a moment. This sounded familiar... Hmmm...

Listening...

Listening...

...Kahit hindi naman ako ang iyong kaharap (Even though I'm not your opposite)

Oh chinito...

Emman's eyes widened at sudden realization of what or about what the song was as he saw two girls passing by them, looking at them and (shiver) giggling...

It was...

...Chinito...

The song about the girl who fell in love a chinese man.

Damn it.

He looked at the girls again as they kept swooning and giggling and other passersby were looking at them awkwardly that it actually makes it sound like they're... oh. Oh.

He gets it now.

At kung ikaw ang nakatawa (and if you're laughing.)

Ako pa ba ay nakikita (I'm still seeing...? What the hell google?! Sorry I'm not good at translating)

Nalilimutan ko and itsura ko... (I forget how I look.)

Emman was pissed. I mean, really, with the song and only the two of them in a garden filled with beautiful flowers in the afternoon, China being a chinese girl-looking man obviously, and him... Emman... being a Filipino and admittedly a rather dashing man... who wouldn't think that... that...

Kapag nausap na ikaw! (When I'm talking to you!)

Oh, what does he do, what does he do?! he other nations and his brothers will probably smirk, sneer, chortle, laugh, snicker, etc and humiliate him! Especially his brother Danny, since he usually teases the younger that he looks like a girl and that he's gay and stuff. This can't be happening!

"Emman, aru," China said, "are you alright? You seem... red."

Emman flinched- He actually FLINCHED!

"U-uh, y-yeah! Psh, I'm fine! Peachy!" he stammered. He. Stammered. Great. Fantastic! Now those girls will probably think of something else! Relax Emman, relax, he told himself. "So, uhn...eherm, let's go back to the hotel shall we?" Facepalm. He just had to say hotel. Now the rest of he world will probably think of something else.

"Ah, yes. It is almost tea time. And it's getting quite late."

"Yeah, I'll catch up to you...I just need to get something I dropped earlier... You go ahead."

China smiled at him. "Ok, see you later then."

Emman stiffly smiled at his friend back and waved. Once his friend was safely back to the hotel which was just across the street, he turned to the two girls who immediately stop and freeze as they saw his horribly broken and scary admittedly face.

Now...

What's the best way to torment girls?

SO I was about to add another drabble but I grew tired of typing... Anyways to know the trio better, I've decided that I'm gonna make some Character dares! It's basically like those ASK-thingies in creepypasta characters but in this, you can also dare any character in this story might it be original or Himaruya's. So... anyone up for the challenge?

Replies:

Strictly Satire: Yes, begging does work. Quite efficiently too. XD Annnnd, yeah. I knew that, sorry won't happen again... And thank you! I try my best to make it funny XD

Roe D' Normandy: Your patient waiting-ness and will have finally been fulfilled (hehe it rhymed) young one. Write the next chapter, I shall now.

Madam Bakunawa: Yeah, I looove tormenting our home region, that's what makes it fun! XD

Avelina Teuton: Sorry, I thought you spelled the name wrong XD but no guy loves to read yaoi-most of them. Yeah, I did my research on thee. Sorry for making it weird but don't deny that you haven't stalked an accountant here before.

And that's all for now! Wait!

This is for you guys! An early Valentine's gift!: (BTW: these lines are probably not gonna be included in the chapter so don't expect a lot okay?)

"Hey why is there a kid in the meeting room?" Germany asked as a child stared at the personifications in bewilderment, a pointer pointed at her face. It was a strange-looking child with brown hair and... bronze eyes? And it-she was wearing ruby-colored clothes.

Her eyes flickered from the tall man to a certain shaggy-haired Filipino, pointed at him at shouted in glee, "Tito Danny!"

Whoa-what?!

Danny looked surprised but replied smilingly, "Why hello there little girl who's probably my niece because she called my 'uncle'!" The girl skipped to her 'uncle' and hugged him like there was no tomorrow. All the while, leaving the other nations, preferably Basty and Emman, confused.

The bronze eyes flickered once more. "Papa Basty?"

"What?"

"Tatay Emman?"

Water was spit.

"WHAT?!"

Danny grinned. "Now who's gay, huh?" Emman freaked out.

"B-but h-he's m-my- what?" the tall one stammered.

Basty drew his head near the girl. "Hm, she seems familiar." He examined her. "Hm... ruby clothes... Ruby... clothes... Ruby... cl-wait- RUBY?!"

"Yes, Papa?"

Basty paled and froze. "...Ru...by..."

"Hey, isn't 'Ruby' your national name for that typhoon that happened after Haiyan?" Singapore asked. "The kid who wrecked your house?"

"Y-yes." Danny and Emman nodded.

"Yea... and whenever there's this kid..." Basty continued, face dark. "There's always...Yolanda..."

"Yola-who?"

"...typhoon... Haiyan..."

Okay, so that's merely it! Catch ya later! XD Feel free to PM me if you'd like a drabble to be posted!