Hello bros! Two bonus chapter updates in a row, whooo! I shouldn't be doing this but for the sake of you people I have to... so make way for this bonus chap! ;)

Filipino Traits

Emman sat comfortably in his recliner.

And by comfortably, I mean sitting like a crow, a merely few inches away from the TV screen, looking like L from Death Note, a controller in hand and a Coke Mismo (a plastic bottle filled with Coke) in the other. Let us not forget his eye bags made specifically from/by Italy in the rarest most expensive hand-stitched leather in all of the world-ah who am I kidding? Oh and they're Gucci! Notice how it reeks and oozes in sarcasm and heavy exaggeration.

There were pizza boxes scattered around the floor carelessly as he sipped from the bottle. He didn't even bother blinking for a few minutes now as he focused on the new version of DOTA, and as unhealthy as it sounds, he didn't give crab apples.

He was in his room, since he violated the 'Clean and Green' law that Felipe, seconded by Basty-who was the clean freak in the family of bozos, made in the Living Room. He quoted, "The living room is for the Living, not the pigs of the sty of hell," in which Emman thought was directed at him.

Pigs my ass, he thought, walking upstairs with his heavy equipment followed by the boxes of Italian food he ordered to which Italy was much happy to oblige. He scowled at no one in particular once he reached his destination. How dare he call him a pig! He was not a pig! Save for the Pork Barrel Scam-which by the way was not his fault but the President...

He was not a pig, a hog, or anything pig-related! He wasn't even that fat (Still fat though)! If anyone should be called fat, it would be America. The bastard can practically eat anything in sight especially that lechon Danny and Basty made for that fiesta for MORE THAN TEN PEOPLE.

...okay, maybe he did have a part of that disaster (or a third of that lechon) but America ate the most of it!

Emman sighed. Fine, he has to admit it, he is a bit piggy... and... hoggy.

And now here he was sitting in his...position barely caring his hygiene and moping around like a teenaged child in which he is. Grumbling curses and mocking his brothers with a high shrilly voice, not knowing that Felipe and Basty were just right at his bedroom door looking at him weirdly.

"Should we-should we tell him or something?" Basty looked up to his brother.

"Nah, let's just wait here..."

So the message of this short story? We Filipinos can take grudges no matter how stupid it is to the heart and mope around for as long as we can until that person either apologizes or comfort us or... DIES IN A STUPID MOTHAFRICKING PIT HOLE FILLED WITH SERPENTS AND ASUANGS.

And we still smile no matter how pissed we are at the said person.

(A/N: I had no idea what I was gonna do with this chapter so bear with me please.)

"Oo, lage, Kuya! Padulong na lage ako! (I'm going!) Oo sige, sige!" Basty nodded his head, rolling his eyes at his Kuya Felipe's persistence. It just had to be today of all 365 days in the year. (They're conversing in Cebuano.)

"Pag-toothbrush baya ha? Patyun gayud ta sa Presidente kung nanimaho ka ug sigarilyo," Felipe spoke at the other end of the line. (Brush your teeth, kay? We are gonna get killed if you smell like smoke... )

"Kuya, uuuuuuyyyyyy... O lage! Naa na ako sa Main Street, padulong na lage ko! Oo, nag-toothbrush ko!" Basty can't help but roll his eyes again. Typical Felipe. (Kuya uyyyyyy... I said, yes! I'm at Main Street, I'm almost there! And yes, I brushed my teeth.)

"Unya, in-bisita ra ba si Espanya," Felipe said. (Oh and, Spain is here for a visit.) And that caught Basty off-guard. Well, shit. "Ganahan siya makipag-istorya nimu." (He'd like to talk to you.)

The Filipino resisted the urge to flip an imaginary table... or what seemed to be an imaginary table, as there is a small coffee table in front of him.

"Basty, amigo! Where are you right now?" The familiar chirp of the annoying Spaniard rang in Basty's ears. Ughhhhh... Of all days-!murmurmurmurmurmur.

"I'm almost there, you tomato bastard, you jerk," Basty scoffed.

"Awww, you sound like Romano, when he was a kid!" Spain sighed, recollecting old memories.

"Psh, yeah, what if I do?" Basty snapped in growing irritation. How dare that fool call him a child?! Just because he's taller than him, doesn't mean nothing! He's practically an adult. I mean he is after all, nineteen.

There was a moment of silence until Spain spoke again. "Hey, Basty, I'm pretty sure you should come here pretty quick. Your president and boss are talking to my president and boss about the trades ratings and we definitely need your help with the statistics of your products in your lands. Oh and also, your boss is scaring me right now. Does she always have fangs or is it just me?"

She's always had fangs, Basty thought, rolling his eyes. Of course she'd have, I mean what kind asuang would not?

"So are you gonna come or not?" Spain asked.

"Hmm... Let me think... maybe not..."

"We have food here."

And with that, the Filipino fell silent.

...

"I'll be right there."

Meanwhile, Spain and Felipe sighed. "He still hasn't left the house has he?" Spain asked. To which Felipe answered with a no.

Yup, I'm done! I give up! Sigh. But dun worry! I'm still continuing this fic! XD

AvelinaTeuton: Aww, thank you! XD I'll make sure to make it next time.

Madam Bakunawa: Yup, I'm full of surprises. XD

Silver Tarot: Let's just hope nothing got broken...XD

Guest: They are aren't they?XD

Parallel Pairs: Always trust the beta... And uh... no...maybe..you'll know in the further chapters. XD And sorry if it's too short or boring! I ran out of ideas... and uh, I was planning on using that 'idea' of yours in the main story.

Yeah, so there are a lot of XD's it's because I'm so happy to hear from you guys!