Before continuing the story, the author would very much want for the reader to agree to the terms and conditions we have set-up.
-Capital R
The terms and conditions :
This is NOT a journal of 7 separated people ( 3 capitals, a regional manager, a provincial-head and one hawt nation)
You will NOT sees a white ice cream ball walking towards your kitchen's refrigerator and opened himself a cheese-flavored Dorito and some pickles
You will NOT discover that there are hot men that are already more than 3000 years old ( much older than your grandmother will ever be) but looks like a regular teenager
You will NOT talk to an albino notebook and said that his yellow chick is cute
You will NOT take pictures of the world map and start spacing out on history class
You will NOT try to fly out of your school building
You will NOT go and find the personification of Philippines
You will NOT answer and questions of a black-suited guy that smells like cow manure
You will NEVER speak of this
You will NOT transfer to our school just to seat next to France
You will NOT go and make ero traps around your house just to get Germany
You will NOT make a fanfiction about this
When someone does asks you about what you know about this journal or Philippines, please say the ff. excuses:
Yeah, right and I'm like Spain
I have no idea what you're talking about
Uhh.. sorry, the number you dial cannot be reached
Who are you?
Want some fries?
I have to go and get the lasagna out of my doctor's locker
Please also do the ff. when you are still being bothered by that dude:
GO and run away
Change your name to 'Bob Planner"
Hide behind your Principal's desk
Cover your self in cheese
Load yourself with twenty packs of tomato
Shut your eyes and don't bother to answer at all
I,(Your_name), do hereby agree with the terms and conditions set-up by Capital R and that I won't go around the school screaming that a country could be soooooooooo hot!
You Printed name & signature
*Naturally I'd tell you to sign this in your blood but Matthias recently discovered that banana ketchup works fine!
-Capital R
p.s-You're ready
WHY'D YOU PUT THAT ON THE SECOND CHAPTER!? IDIOT! WHY I YADDA-!
C.R: Dunno.. they needed to know that! Please don't kill meh! Come on dude! Help me
England: Sure why n-
(Sharpens a bolo)
England: ...You stole that from Pepe?
Yes I did, anything else to add?
England: -pats Capital R's back- you're on your own.. BYE!
C.R: SCREW YOU ENGLAND! -throws the notebook-
Juan: -looks at terms and conditions- What's ero, Kuya Pepe?
Pepe: O/o -glares at America- oi, damn Foreigner
America:Huh?
Pepe:Y-You answer his question! I'm gonna go and get some puto
America:...
Juan:What's ero?
America: WHAT A QUESTION YOU HAVE THERE LITTLE JUAN! THAT'S WELL-HARD TO EXPLAIN..IT'S UMM...-YO IGGY!
-pushes England in front of Juan-
England: What's wrong?
Juan: What's ero, Kuya England?
(A wild France appears) honhonhonhon~
England: WHY ARE YOU HERE YOU FROG?!
France: To teach Mon Cherie the proper meaning of er- ACK!
-A highly over protective Boss Spain appears with an axe and a girl with black glasses-
Spain: WHat were you saying to mi hijo, Amigo? -smiles evilly-
France: n-nothing! what are you talking about! honhonhon!
Spain:...nice try.. -stretches duct tape- get the scissors Cynne.
Cynne: WITH PLEASURE! huh.. Capital R? Jean? You're early!
And you're late! Gosh, what's up with you and Spanish people?
Cynne: tehe, nothing! Imma go and finish 'Drunken love' before that douche bag comes. Wanna look at the spoilers Capital R?
Capital R: -Goes out of the bathroom- SURE!
WAIT! WASN'T ENGLAND ALSO INSIDE THAT COMFORT ROOM!?
England suddenly runs out with a tissue paper in his pants: CHEERIO!
Capital R: uhh.. Bye?
RUN WHILE YOU CAN YOU BRIT!