Filler, Filler, Filler! Guess what? YAY!

/= [DAY 67] =/

She decided why not and hijacked the newspaper club meeting during lunch. The Filipina sank into her seat as the four others stared at her in confusion before Feliciano hugged her and they all decided that she might as well stay. Worst decision ever made? Most likely.

"So do you guys have an article idea for this month's newspaper?" Charice asked.

"Ve~~~we have a lot of ideas!" Feliciano chirped.

"None of them are actually developed…" Rizal sighed. "But we have something."

"Do we have a fashion article?" She asked.

"Feliciano's doing that." Kiku stated.

"…I knew it." She nodded. "Anything else?"

"Kiku's doing the entertainment section." Feliciano stated.

"I knew it." Charice nodded as well. "Anything else?"

"Well, Doitsu's doing the food section." Feliciano squeaked.

"…really?"

"It's not that strange, Charice." Ludwig folded his arms. "I am a food critic as well."

"…REALLY?"

"Ve~~~I think he's doing national beer."

"Yes. I believe so." Kiku looked up. "I think a week ago, saying that he was doing it for the article, he…"

*insert visual here*

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"I KNEW IT!"

"Ah-! *ahem* c-can we please keep going with the meeting…?"

/= [DAY 68] =/

Saturday rehearsals were annoying, but hey, if someone's walking around in sexy uniforms…well…she's there. As she headed through the auditorium door, she saw Roderich, Elizabeta, Kiku, Arthur, Alfred and Feliciano there, looking around in confusion.

"What's going on?" She asked.

"I'm…I'm not sure." Roderich answered. "No one else is here…"

"We were supposed to be doing a full run through with everyone in the cast." Kiku rubbed the back of his head. "Unless Francis told me something…"

"Ve~~~I think he said something about moving the Saturday run through to next week…" Feliciano tapped his lip.

"And you didn't tell us this, man?" Alfred asked.

"Ve~~~h-he caught me at a bad time…"

"…w-what bad time?" Elizabeta asked.

"Ve~~~"

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"WHOA! TOO MUCH INFORMATION!"

"Seriously? Awesome!" Elizabeta chirped. She and Charice were extremely happy for the rest of FOREVER.

"Well, we can't do a run through now…" Arthur mumbled.

"Wait, weren't we supposed to stage the final scene anyway?" Charice stated. "Couldn't we just do that today?"

"That's true…" Kiku stated. "But Francis has the plan for the scene."

"Hell, I'll do it!" Charice grinned. "It doesn't seem that hard!"

"Well, if we're going this far…" Kiku smiled, pulling out a small box. "I wanted you to test these out. Me and Yong Soo made them."

"What are they?" Elizabeta asked.

"They're…robes?" Arthur blinked.

"They glow through the curtain, according to what I tested out." Kiku stated. "Adds a nice 'ghostly' effect."

"Sweet. Unless Francis is planning something totally against what I'm about to do, you guys better head over to the back."

Charice gestured the two of them behind the curtain and pushed Alfred and the cutest Italian thing in the world to the left of the stage, allowing Roderich to come in from the right. In a light speed, she was able to get Kiku in on what she was planning, and he was quickly onboard with everything.

After about an hour of staging ("dammit, Alfred…those ARE NOT ghosts in the background!"), Charice was finally able to get the whole scene down and locked. She forced a run through (to which Alfred openly objected to…and she forced with a broomstick) and when the music started, everything looked in place. The lighted blankets worked in the background, and she saw how beautiful the scene made itself.

That's when she saw it.

At the first light, she saw pale skin sliced in half. At the first step, someone was screaming and burning in flames. At the second step, someone was telling her that everything was alright through gunfire. Once the light faded, she was already curled up in her seat.

"Charice?"

She didn't even hear Kiku's words, for at the sound of his voice, she could already see his face covered with blood that was splattered from his slit stomach. The whole thing had to be stopped as they saw Charice having a random panic attack out of nowhere. Feliciano knew what this was about and quietly guided her out into the lobby, where she quickly grabbed breaths of air.

"…thanks…Feli-chan…"

"…this was my fault, wasn't it…"

"Hah?"

"Something happened in my world that affected you, didn't it?" He asked, his eyes filled with worry. "Please tell me. I want to help you."

"…well…remember on Halloween when you had nightmares of people dying?" Charice couldn't lie to him, not when he asked for the truth. "I think I lived through that."

"Ve~! Y-you saw my nightmares?"

"…seventeen times. Each a different way to die." She answered, shivering. "I think after the sixth part, they tried not to scream so that I wouldn't freak out or something."

"…I'm sorry."

"Eh?"

"Brother Spain told me that you lived a sheltered life because of how Rizal protected you…and you haven't seen as much death as we did." Feliciano stated, sighing.

Yeah…stuff right out of horrible Mary Sue fanfiction. Charice sighed as well. Good god, I'm a Mary Sue.

"So…to think that you've seen so much of that…all in one take, multiple times…"

"Don't worry about it, Feli-chan. Please don't." Charice took his shoulders. "Look, death is a hard thing for me to handle right now, but I'll get over it. It's what nations do."

"Charice…"

"I'm a nation. I'm bound to see something like this one of these days. Hell, I've seen more gory films than most people…at the same time, which probably wasn't the best thing for me to do, but…" She sighed. "Seeing years of fake blood really doesn't prepare you for five minutes of the real deal."

"No…no it doesn't…"

My god…hold crap I AM a Mary Sue…

It was then that Charice saw Feliciano reach out and, for the first time, hug her first. She obviously returned the hug, feeling the warmth and kindness that radiated from the Italian. It felt extremely good being at the receiving end of a hug for once.

And then her Cute-Obsession mode came back.

/= [DAY 70] =/

Has anyone ever told the teacher how much I hate limits on a graph?

Charice sighed as she thought about her homework for a few minutes before hearing something that sounded like martial arts training. She blinked and turned the corner to see Wang Yao instructing Elizabeta about her punches and stuff like that.

"…what's going on?" She blinked.

"Oh, Charice! Yao's teaching me kempo!" Elizabeta answered. "There're rumors of a molester going around, so I'm learning kempo as a self-defense!"

"Self-defense while promoting good health! You should try this out too aru!" Wang Yao stated. "The molester might be anywhere!"

The rumors of a molester go out NOW? This school really sucks in terms of security…

"Oiii~!" It was Francis' voice. "Hello there, Charice!"

And it was then that he gave her a hug from behind. With the whole rumors about the molester thing and whatnot, five milliseconds later Charice grabbed his arm and flipped him to the ground. The others watched in shock as Francis quickly rose to his feet.

"Hey! You didn't have to do that!" He argued.

"Well then, stop being all France-like when we're talking about FREAKING MOLESTERS IN OUR SCHOOL!"

"Aw…you don't want a hug from Big Brother France?"

"Do you want a knuckle sandwich served with your order?"

He shut up.

"Oi, querida! How are you toda-"

She wasn't taking any chances. She literally turned around and roundhouse kicked him to the wall (to the horror of the others). Five seconds after that, she realized it was only Antonio. She panicked.

"GAH! Sorry, sorry, sorry! We were talking about molesters, and-"

"You're…learning so quickly…Charice…" He passed out cold.

"Geez! I wasn't expecting him to be thrown against the wall!" Charice panicked.

"Wow…such technique, aru!" Yao clapped his hands. "Yes, you would do well to learn the art back at my home!"

"Wait, now?" Charice blinked. "But there's school…and travelling…and stuff-"

"Heeey, it's E-"

There was a hand to push her out of the way. No chances. She elbowed him in the face, chopped his neck and literally swung him into the field. She looked over and realized it was Gilbert.

"…no regrets."

"No regrets indeed." Elizabeta winked.

/= [DAY 71] =/

So there she was, trying to get books for her research paper, wondering how the heck she was going to do something about Chinese history with China literally in the room (I know, right?) when she realized that there was someone in the back of the room. She blinked and turned her head.

"Kiku?"

"Ah, Char-chaaan!"

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"Something's not right here…"

"Ah-! I-I'm sorry…" Kiku blushed. "I've…I've said something weird again, haven't I?"

"Again…? What, is Espen handing off drugs again, or…?"

"No! No no no…I-I've been talking to Feliciano recently."

"…and he offered you drugs?"

"No!" Kiku shook his head. "I-I've taken his speaking habits again."

"Oh."

"S-so I end up speaking like him…ah, the Japanese are so easy to influence…"

"So…let me get this straight…" Charice blinked. "Talking to him for too long makes you talk like him?"

"…hai."

"And that's why you're hiding here?"

"Yes…until it goes away."

"…why?"

"Eh?"

"You talking like Feli-chan makes you so much cuter, you know! I'm not saying that it's a good thing, but I'm just saying not to be embarrassed about it!"

Kiku actually blushed for a minute before he smiled.

"Ah~~~thank you, Chari-chan. I will think about that statement the next time it happens. Ve~~~"

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"AH!"

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"Please excuse me…I believe I need to go into isolation for the next 250 years."

"Eh?"

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"No. No. NO. Get out of there, Kiku! Out of the hole. Out of the hole, right now. There will be no isolation policies here, mister! NO isolation polici- hey, NO JUMPING OUT THE WINDOW!GET THE HELL BACK HERE!"

/=+=/

Espen is the Netherlands.

And let me question on why this is happening now.