A Fighting Chance //D I S C O N T I N U E D//

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<Author's POV>

The three Filipina siblings ran in haste, afraid for their Papa's well being. Maria took off for the west wing, Sam for the east, and Isabella for the place where they arrived. The said girl twisted the knob of the first door she saw and practically rammed the door down out of pure anxiety.

A bang was heard and the whole class stood in shock as one of their own classmates stood in the doorway, out of uniform and very late. Charlotte was wide eyed as the panting Isabella glared darkly at the gossip girl.

"Ms. Cruz, what is the meaning of this?!" Isa's math teacher Mr. Bonifacio demanded in a strict tone.

Isa's eyes widened as she realized that this was her own classroom and that it currently was math. "S-sir, I'm sorry! I'm just looking for Elizabeta!"

As if on cue, Ms. Hérderváry appeared in the doorway. Elizabeta opened her mouth to speak but no words came out as she laid eyes on someone who was not only her student, but also a long-time friend and ally. Like it was contagious, the confusion located on the faces of the students spread to that of the Hungarian.

Isabella smiled and ran up to her friend, her spirits lightening up ever so slightly. "Ate Lizzy! Help us! Papa is in danger! Ate Piri and Visa are looking for Kuya Aussie!"

Elizabeta snorted at the mention of 'Aussie'. "Seriously, L? Still calling Austria by Kuya Aussie up to now-" She stopped mid-sentence and stared at Isa as her expression changed from teasing of her ex to that of complete shock. "Did you say that your dad's in trouble?!"

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<Charlotte's POV>
[A/N: weren't expecting that, right? 😆]

"I thought I already told you that he's not my dad." Isabella deadpanned.

"But you call him Papa, don't you?" Ms. Hérderváry cocked her head to the side as she spoke to Isabella like they were old friends, and not teacher and student. I am now highly confused. Why would they speak to each other like they've known one another for a long time?

Isabella snorted and said, "Sureee. If he's my father, then why would my sister have a crush on him?" This conversation is getting very weird.

"I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON SPAIN!" The other weird Cruz sister, Maria, appeared in the doorway next to the other Cruz girl, Sam, and my music teacher, Mr. Edelstein.

"Haha, YAS! Another new ship! Philippines x Spain!" Samantha cheered. Maria fumed as Ms. Hérderváry and Isabella gave each other a loud highfive.

"At least I don't have a crush on the hamburger-loving idiot known as America, Luzon." Maria sneered.

Isabella blushed a tomato scarlet as she pointed to Samantha. "Visayas has a crush on both Southern and Northern Italy! Not to mention Japan!"

"THAT'S NOT TRUE AT ALL!!!" Samantha screamed, though her red face says otherwise. "AND I AM NOT BLUSHING!!! MY FACE IS RED FROM -ehh?- anger??!" She suddenly hid behind the musician. "Well, the North Italy thing isn't." She squeaked. "Maybe..."

Why the hell are they calling each other by the island names of the Philippines? Unless there super racist and stuff like that. Now I have a plan. I'm going to start more rumors about these three.

"STOP! Zhis iz enough! Philippines, Visayas, I recall zhat both of jou interrupted my music class to help save Spain. Not make fun of each ozther's crush." Mr. Edelstein glared at the three siblings and turned to our history teacher. "Hungary, stop zhis nonsense and help me contact Germany."

"Yes..." Maria, Samantha, Isabella, and Ms. Hérderváry bowed there heads but silently snickered. Mr. Edelstein raised one of his brows. The four girls smirked and proceeded to say, "Yes, Mr. Aussie."

Wat.

Mr. Edelstein twitched his eye and shouted, "I AM NOT AUSTRALIA! I AM THE PERSONIFICATION OF AUSTRIA, NOT AUSTRALIA!" He then mumbled to himself, "Mein gott, how does China, Japan, and the ASEANs put up vith jou.

Holy shit. Even Mr. Edelstein is racist to himself!

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CHARLOTTE IS GOING TO FIND OUT THE SECRET!!! No wait.
She's to prissy to know :D
Their secret is safe~
\(^0^)/ woohoo!

- Cheesca (heh, made a pun out of my name Cheese + Chesca (I love cheese~).)