My Only Sunshine

chapter 5 : Introductions

//Philippines' POV

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I felt a stinging feeling in my eyelids. I try to open them, but the bright sunlight shining through my bedroom window kept me from doing so. I grunt and turn to the other side, having more success in opening my eyes like that.

With a groan, I force myself to sit up. I yawned and looked at my alarm clock.

My eyes widen as I realized that I actually woke up before my alarm clock went off.

Eugh, as much as I want to just plop down in bed and go back to sleep, it's the first day of school today and I can't miss it. So I suck it up and force myself off the bed and to the kitchen.

"Selamat pagi, Phil." Malaysia greeted me as he was finishing up cooking breakfast.

"Selamat pagi, Phil!" Indonesia greeted me with a smile as he prepared Malaysia his infamous favorite beverage, milo.

I chuckled and went to make myself some Swiss Miss hot chocolate. "Thanks, stingrays."

They both looked at me with a confused expression, and I couldn't help but chuckle a little.

"Come on guys, I explained this joke to you before."

It took those two idiots a while to remember, before Malaysia perks up. "Oh, because 'selamat' in your language is 'salamat', which means 'thank you'." He realized as he put a plate of scrambled eggs and steamed white rice in front of me, along with a bottle of ketchup.

Indonesia caught on quickly. "Oh, and 'pagi' in your language means 'stingray'!"

"Ding ding ding!" I mocked.

Indonesia rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Psh, we knew that."

I rolled my eyes and stabbed my hotdog with my fork to pick it up. "Sure you did." I took a bite of my hotdog.

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//later... before class...

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"This is it, lah. Classroom 12."

In front of us stood a fairly large, intricately carved wooden door. Engraved on the center, a little high, was C/12. Below it, S.E.A was engraved in a fancy font.

Indonesia rolled his eyes. "Let's just get this over with and go inside already."

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"Ew, what are you doing here, lah?

The three of us stopped in our tracks to see a familiar petite figure. A young girl with short hair. White on the bottom, red on the top. On the right side of her head, a white crescent moon and five white stars in a circle is clips her hair back.

"Well, that's one way to greet your big brother." Indonesia said, snickering.

Malaysia ignored him and looked at the girl, unfazed. "That's my line, Singapura."