Well . . . I walked back home. It was kinda early to leave my friend's house, but what else are we suppose to do? The Hetalia DVD's wouldn't work, and it was too late to do anything else .3. We did watch a couple of funny videos on YouTube, so I guess that's okay.

After making it to my house, I went straight to my room and rested for a bit. Thinking about the riddle . . . I repeated it over and over in my head, as if it was a cycle that would never end. I stood up and wrote it down on a piece of paper, just incase I forget it.

It was a weird riddle . . . what did it even mean?

"You've met them, you've seen them, you've known all from the start .................. If you ever want to watch them, greet them by the heart."

Hm . . . I really have to think about this one. Oh wait . . . I forgot . . . I already have too many mysteries to solve.

1. The mystery of Devi, Angeline, and Angelica.

2. The mystery of why Kiku, Lukas, Ivan, etc. looked so familiar to me.

3. The mystery of why Ludwig, Kiku, and Gilbert say that Mr. Tomaki seemed to be some kind of threat to them.

4. The mystery of THIS DAMN RIDDLE!!!

Oh well, I have to deal with these thing later. Right now, me had to eat food o3o So I walked to the kitchen, ate pasta, BLAH BLAH BLAH. I don't know, I just really like pasta :3 I LOVE different kinds of foods. Even cultures! THANK YOU HETALIA XD

I feel as if I have a strange obsession over it OAO But who cares .3. Right now, my stomach must be fed with the finest pasta my mom has to offer.

Which is just spaghetti.

What? No lasanga? No . . . . just spaghetti? . . . .

LAME >:U

Oh well. Pasta is pasta .3. And pasta is good :D Very good :D

Oh god I feel like Italy.

Wait . . . can I do his accent?

Ve ~ pasta ~ . . . . FAIL!!

Ugh. I'm getting off topic here! I NEEDS MA FOOD!!!

"Wash your hands first." Mom said as she walked past me.

DAMN THAT WOMEN!!! How can she read my thoughts?!? D:

Wait . . . . . . this is . . . . I BROKE THE 4TH WALL!!!

Eh .3. She was right though. That's what I hate about parents. Sometimes, they're always right -A-

. . . . Did that even made any sense? I don't think it did .3.

So after I washed my hands and cursed at myself for being an idiot . . . again . . . . I ate my pasta :3 It was good with the delicious tomato sauce and everything :D AND DA MEATBALLS!!!

Yeah, there were meatballs in my spaghetti -w-

As I ate, I started thinking about everything that happened at school today. Hm . . . pretty strange, don't you think? I mean, these things don't happen often. Or at all.

"Enjoyed your pasta?" My mom sat down across from me.

Right . . . she's asking me if I enjoyed my spaghetti, even though I had 2 bowls of it =_= Applause for her.

"Yeah, I do!" I smiled and continued to eat.

My mother smiled at me and then looked down at these papers she had. They seemed important, and so she opened them. I, being the respectful daughter I am ....

I looked at the papers from behind her .3.

RESPECT :D

But the look on my mother's face . . . it looked a bit . . . I don't know. I never seen her face like this . . .

"Angel . . . can you go to your room for a moment?" My mother asked me, her voice cracked a bit.

"Um . . . okay Mom." I replied and headed off to my room.

I took a last look at the papers my mom opened and checked who sent her this . . . news.

What the . . . ? I saw my mom's name in there . . . and some man's name. He had my last name, so he must be some kind of relative. Maybe?

I was in my room by the time I stated pondering more. Seriously . . . all this drama happened ever since I started High School! What the hell?!

Sighing, I laid down on my bed with all these thoughts in my head. I nearly had the urge to shed tears.

About 10 minutes later, my mom walked upstairs to my room with the letter in her hand.

"Sweetie . . ." She spoke. This time, she spoke with courage, so her voice didn't crack like last time.

"Yeah Mom?" I questioned. I really want to know what has been going on.

"Your father is coming over!" She smiled and cried tears of joy.

Wait a minute . . . I have a dad? -.0

When I asked her this, she giggled and wiped her tears away. "Of course you do! How else were you born? Didnt you learn that in Health class? When a man and a woman love each other very much -"

"NONONONONONONO WE ALREADY HAD THIS DISCUSSION, MOTHER!!!!" Yes, I had to cut her off for my dignity's sake. ITS THAT IMPORTANT.

My mother laughed and hugged me. Its as if she hasn't seen my . . . "dad' . . . in a long time. Which I find weird.

"Also . . ." Mom let go and sat next to me. "You have a sister."

"OKAY HOLD THE BANANA PHONE!!" I swear, all I heard was crazy talk from this woman. "I have a sister!?"

"Yes, your father took care of her while I took care of you."

"Why!?"

"Its a long story, don't worry about it."

We then heard a knock on the door. My mother jumped up and checked the window. "Oh!! Its your father!!" She ran downstairs and opened the door, only to hug a blonde man.

I followed her downstairs, but I walked like a NORMAL person. And to my eyes . . . I couldn't believe it . . .

"Angel . . . this is your father." She pointed to the man.

He walked up to me and smiled. I swear, I feel like I KNOW this guy.

"Hello, Angel." He said.

I looked behind him and my eyes opened wide. I walked up to my sister . . . I couldn't believe it!!!

"A . . . Angel!?" My sister yelled out and ran up to me. She gave me a huge hug and I hugged her back.

We both felt like crying. It was . . . shocking . . . and beautiful at the same time . . . even my mother and my "father" thought so too.

I looked at my sister and wiped the tears away from my eyes.

"Hi Alexia."