Okay! Cynne! You're up!

Cynne:WA-WAIT! WHY ME?!

C.R: Well, that's a punishment for being late...

Japan: T-That's true, Cynne-san

Cynne: FUUUUUUUUUUUU! Even you Japan!

(A idiot comes out of the pile of laundry...)

Matthias: Hey, I just found Juan's missing soc-

C.R:GAAH!..

Matthias: Yo!

PERVERT!

Matthias: Did you know that your name spells the toile-

Cynne: DOUCHE! YOU'RE FUCKING LATE! -karate chops his back-

Ouch

Matthias: HEY! IT WASN'T MY PROBLEM THAT ITALY HAD TO PEE ON THE-

PEE?.. on what ?

Matthias: umm... I mean he had to go-

C.R : TO WHERE?!

Matthias: uhhh... Jean's sisters bedroom's rug...

Cynne:... You mean like her young sister? -gulps-

Matthias: Yeah.

Shit.. (She's gonna kill me) why don't you just go ahead? You're the last one after all

Cynne: SAVE BY HIS DOUCHNESS!

C.R: aww! Come here and Cheer him, Ukraine!

WAIT-WHA?!

Matthias: Screw this journal

Matthias' Introduction:

If anything goes wrong with the grammar or something, please don't hesitate to correct me. Or that if I'm boring you to death.. Especially on this matter. If Capital R( I wonder why she's named like that ) gave you a list of what not to do. I'll give you somethings to do onward.

First of all, this story is dangerous.

And no it's not those kind of books that explodes in your face like ACME defectives. It's these creepy stories that once you've read, you'll beg for more. If nothing comes, you'd make your own researches then decide to what happens next. You'd beg for the writer for updates and try to bribe them. (I'll be honest with you if it's a chocolate fudge sundae)

[DON'T POKE ME CYNNE! I'M WRITING HERE!]

Matthias isn't my real name... I have to hide it and even where I live in. I'm live the rest of my 365 days like some James Bond. I'm one of the capitals in search of the personification of Philippines...

ANd if you're not backing out then read on... before it's too late.

It was a Wednesday... a fine, fantastic, peaceful-

"Jackass! give me my Lunchbox!" screamed a kid who was trying to grab a senior's arm.

The senior simply smirked and his gang laughed on the poor guy. Typical

"I'll give this to you if you could reach it!"

"Fuck you!"

"Are you even sure he's a kid?"

"He's autistic remember?"

"Oh.. and I thought he was an alien.."

"i think he is a tyianak.."

"By the Gods he is just stupid"

OKay, forget anything about the peaceful part...

Nothing new.. except for another school fight.. about some kid's sesame seed lunch box..

"Okay.." I yawned over the shoulder of Cynne "What's the story this time?" I took a huge gulp with a my C2 and stared.

"As far as Luis is shouting at.. it's all about Cjan stealing Ethan's big bird lunch box" answered Capital R who was reading another Nancy Drew mystery novel. "I'm betting Sr. Del is gonna lecture all of us tomorrow about anti-bullying."

"And you think that'll help!" exclaimed Cynne.

"No.." answered Capital R flatly. "I just remembered that we have a quiz on Math today.." she turned her head towards our senpai with dark glasses over her pointy nose. "Could you teach me polynomials, Kiann?"

Her black eyes twinkled with delight. "Of course~"

"Yo douche, can I copy last week's homework?" poked Cynne. " I forgot to copy it"

"And you said tha-"

"GIVE ME MY LUNCHBOX BACK!" screamed Ethan who gave Cjan a head-attack. He kicked him in the shin and stumped on the senior's gangs' feet.

Pretty tough for a kid I thought as I hand Cynne our English homework.

"Shit!" screamed Cjan as he rubbed his swelling forehead. "I'll show you what happens when you mess with us."

"Hey.." whispered Kiann to Cynne " Shouldn't we go and stop them?

"WhaT?" asked Cynne absentmindedly, writing the questions with lightning speed.

I drank more C2 and stared more at the scene. oh crap...

(Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ~eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee)

"Oi, Capital R," I said shakily "..you're the officer: do something about it"

"Busy.." murmured Capital R

"With what?"

"Chapter 15..climax.. Nancy solv-" Capital

"I WILL KICK YOUR ASS!" yelled Ethan.

He did kick Cjan one more time before another senior took Ethan by his collar.

"Any last words kid?"

(Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ~eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee)

"Put him down Mr. Lim" said a new voice.

A lightly tanned man in a green polo ( Teacher's uniform) came into the scene with his arms crossed.

"I won't ask you a second time Mr. Lim.. put the boy down" he spat with his dirty brown eyes glaring at Cjan.

"Who on earth is that?" I asked. I held upon my pockets and clenched my uneaten garlic bread.

Capital R shrugged as she took a breath before finishing the last sentence. "The new history teacher."

"Sir Dela Cruz.." smiled Kiann.

"Hope his much better than last year's " commented Cynne before handing my notebook back. She looked at me with her black annoyed eyes and stared more. "You okay?"

"NO-pe..!" I admitted as sweat trickled down my face. I stared a very familiar signage. Oh crap this..

(Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeee~eeeeeeeeee)

"S-Sorry Sir.." snickered Cjan "It won't happen again.."

"Oh it better not happen again." snapped the teacher. He grabbed the lunchbox and handed it to Ethan. "Run along"

"Sir~.." thanked Ethan as he walked away. The teacher smiled and waved. He suddenly turned to our direction and I felt his eyes grazing on us. Or was it just me?

(Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee)

Okay it was just me..

"I HAVE TO GO TO THE TOILET!"

( Please go and find her...)

Juan's bloody body lay across the floor and his rattan stick stained in blood. His once happy green eyes are now blanks of unshed tears. His uniform is shredded into bits and his limbs all bruised chest was oozing thick crimson liquid from two holes. The swirling black tattoo patterns in his body was glowing red.

The color of blood

"Pitiful nation.." laughed the hooded man who poked Juan's body with a huge metallic scythe. His voice was glass cold and tingling with absolute pride. He watched as the last tears of the nation come out. Something he absolutely wanted.

(Please go and find her...)

"Where ever you are.. I will find you.. I will skin you... I will burn your soul in the crisps of hell... just like your brother..." he laughed once more as he aimed his scythe at Juan's heart.

"And You're going to be next.."

The last part part gave me the creeps..

O_O

England: And you say my cooking gave you the bites.

C.R: Aw...Poor Iggy

Matthias: Why was my journal cut?

Cynne: WOULD ANYONE LISTEN TO HOW LONG YOU PEED?!

Matthias: Umm..

(A wild France appear again) HOnohonhonhohn!~

France: I would

England: SHUT UP YOU BLOODY FROG!

~Reviews are much wanted~