"H-H-H-HETALIA!!!!!"

They all looked at me with wide eyes and pointed all of their weapons at me.

I widened my eyes.

I searched for a weapon on my bag.

Okay this might sound weird but I bring a bolo to school.

I took it out and pointed it at them.

"How do you know us?!" Yelled Romano.

"I... Uhh....." I felt really awkward if I tell then that they have millions of fans so instead I stood up and they saw my crumpled I Love Pasta shirt.

They all looked at it and I was really really embarrassed since the real Italy was here feeding Germany pasta.

I had and anime sweat drop and an awkward smile.

Then Italy saw my shirt and approached me.

"Ve~! You like pasta too?" I nodded.

He gave me a fork and some pasta.

I looked at the pasta.

I put down my bolo and lifted the fork.

"Carbonara?" I said.

I ate some of it and my eyes had stars in them.

"ANG SARAP!!!!!!!!" I exclaimed.

(Translation: SO YUMMY!!!!!)

(P: I'm also adding the fan made characters)

"Y-your Filipino?" I saw a girl holding a bolo too.

"MABUHAY ANG PILIPINAS!!!" I yelled out loud.

I ate all of the pasta.

"ANG SARAP SARAP TALAGA!!!!" I exclaimed.

"Okay back to the questioning. Who are you?" Asked Germany with pasta still stuffed in his mouth.

"I am Riella de Mercedes. I am a Filipino but I grew up in America surrounded by my parent's Filipino friends. I'm 17 and I am an otaku!"

"But isn't that a Spanish last name?" America said.

"You were there when Spain was still in the Philippines. Didn't you forget?" I said that out loud and all of them looked at me again.

"H-how do you know that?"

Crap!

"Ummmm......"

"Sandali lang..... Parang ang familiar mo." Philippines said.

(Translation: Wait.... You look familiar.)

"Ako?"

(Translation: Me?)

"Let me see your arm?"

I showed Philippines my arm.

It had my birth mark where it looks like a sock but the upper half was darker while the lower was lighter.

Well it looks like the island map of Negros.

Philippines gasped.

"N-negros?!"

I looked at her in confusion.

Why did she just call me Negros?

And one question....

Which part of Negros is she calling me?

"H-huh?"

Philippines grabbed my shoulders.

"Negros?"

I stared at her with confusion.

"Its me! Manang Piri!"

"Manang Piri?"

It really sounds familiar but I stayed in Negros until I was 5 so I don't really recall any memories ever since that accident.

"Sorry lang po manang pero familiar naman ang pangngalan mo." I smiled.

Philippines looked really sad but smiled right away.

"Okay!" She said cheerily and she walked back to the crowd.

I knew that she was still sad behind that smile.

Just like why there is Maskara Festival back home.

They wear masks with smiles to hide their sadness and sorrows.

I picked up my bolo and put it in my bag.

"So let us introduce ourselves I'm-" I cut of America.

"You are America." I pointed at him.

"England." I pointed at him (P: I won't write pointed since you get the point."

"Philippines."

"China."

"Russia."

"Germany."

"Italy."

"Romano."

"Spain."

"France."

"Japan."

"Austria."

"Hungary."

"Canada."

He was surprised when I pointed at him.

"Who?" The others said.

"Canada." I replied.

"Who?"

"Canada." Me and Manang Piri said.

"Who?"

"Canada." This time with France along with us.

"Who?"

I got irritated and grabbed Canada.

"This!" I pointed at him in front of me, "is Canada! America's brother, second largest land mass in the whole world, and the best of the best of hockey players! HE IS CANADA!!!!!!!" I yelled in frustration and inhaled and exhaled in deeply.

"Calm down Riella its okay." I heard Canada said in a barely audible voice.

I smiled at him.

"Any questions?"

China raises his hand.

"Umm... How did you come out of the roof?"

"I have no idea. I was going to school until I found a doorway but it sucked me in like the hole in Alice in a Wonderland and landed here." I said.

I looked up if the door was still there but it was gone.

"Shit."

"But where do you live in my country?" America asked.

"I am from Washington. But may I ask one question...."

"What?"

"What country are we in?"

"Germany."

"Really?!"

He nodded.

"Oh yeah! I have a question for Germany!"

"Hm?" He asked.

I looked for my iPod.

"Is there internet here?"

All of them nodded.

I searched for the video on Youtube and showed it him.

"Do you really manufacture this?"

Then he froze in the mixture of shock, embarrassment and shame.

"Do you really manufacture this glass in the Das Beer Boot video?"

"Uh-"

"Whats that Riella?" Asked Italy.

"Its some kind of video I found on Youtube made by some Germans to promote a product."

I showed him the video.

"Ve~? Does Germany really make this kind of glass and why is the video like this?"

"Hmm? What is that?" The others asked.

Since since Germany was still frozen in shock, embarrassment and shame, I showed them the Das Boot video.

In the end they all laughed and some others were even asking him if he really manufactures this.

I returned to him and started to poke him asking, "so.... Do you really manufacture this Germany?" several times since he wasn't answering.

I said it again for the 20th time and he nodded.

I widened my eyes.

"REALLY?!"

He nodded again.

I fist pumped in the air.

"I AM BUYING THIS!!!!"

"But its a beer glass Riella." Said England.

"But I use random kinds of glasses to drink water or juice." I answered, "plus in my house we use any kind of glass to drink stuff. For example, our beer. We put in in a plastic glass cup but only half to put not too much."

I got up and walked towards the table.

"Sorry about the table..." I said.

"Its okay we'll get it fixed."

Then I asked a random question.

"America."

"Hm?"

"Is this the real world?"

"Yes."

"Prove it."

If this is the real world then he would memorize his citizens and addresses.

"How?"

"Where does Vivian Ace live?"

"Ah! She lives in ********* *******"

"..................... I'm still in the real world?!"

He nodded while eating a hamburger-

Wait, where did that come from?!

"So I can go back home to nanay!"

(Translation: Mother)

But then the door slammed open revealing a persob who I never thought I would see here.

"M-manang Lucy? What are you doing here?"

OHHHHHHHH!!!!!

OKAY I'M NOT GOOD WITH CLIFF HANGERS BUT IT ALSO MAKES ME WONDER MYSELF THAT I HATE CLIFF HANGERS AND I PUT THEM UP IN MY STORIES.....

WEIRD NO?

-PUMPKIN