Roses are red
bananas can split
watch out cause the story
has a yandere in iT
Edit: So I reread this story, and I never realised how yeesh the last parts are. Please, if you're sensitive to the topic of depression and anxiety, (especially anxiety) it'd be best not to read this. The story bases on a mental disorder and is in perspective of someone who has it, so you genuinely need to be warned.
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It's strange...
Russia stares at the monitor screen. The screen showed Philip, who was constantly glancing at the door.
How he isn't aware of himself...
Philip sighed and took out his phone, then for a split second, glanced at the security cameras. As his heterochromatic eyes bore through the screen, Russia suddenly felt himself panicked in that moment, either because this caught him off guard or this is simply how he reacts whenever Philip randomly looks at him. Eventually, he sighed and darted his eyes down.
And how I still manage to feel like this.
Russia's eyes went back to the monitor screen, and then he finally sees Singapore go into the room, greeting Philip. Philip smiled lifelessly back, yet it felt charming and cheerful. Russia wasn't sure if he was just imagining this or if Philip was naturally always cheerful.
Well, Russia would like to believe that Philip was really like that.
I should get going, that thought passed by, but it was washed away by thoughts of fondness. A shiver went down his body as he tried to push that feeling and those crippling thoughts away, yet he can't deny that he liked thinking like this, it gives him a strange mixture of happiness and anxiety that it could almost be called euphoria. He looked down, breathing in, breathing out.
Breathing in, breathing out. Breathing in, breathing out.
Breathing in... Breathing out...
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"Morning, Ruski!"
The Russian flinched, feeling himself mildly panicking to see Philip opening the door to his office.
"Y.. yes..?"
Philip tilted his head a little at Russia's nervousness. "Is something wrong?"
That hit him. Yes... what is wrong? There's nothing wrong with Philip meeting him more often, didn't he want this too? Worrying over something like this is ridiculous, just stop stuttering. "N... N-"
He already messed it up. "-Nothing. There's nothing wrong."
The usually wan face of his flushed with red, with the unfamiliar feeling of embarrassment crawling behind him. Though when he saw the small amused smile of Philip's, suddenly that embarrassment was replaced by a rush of adrenaline.
"Are you sure..? I can grab you some water," Russia instantly shook his head, he'd rather not let Philip out of his presence for now, it's rare that he would be.
"Hm, okay then," Philip casually leaned against the table and placed the cup of coffee right in front of the other. "Coffee?"
Why... why is he struggling to thank Philip? Why is he struggling so much, he isn't like this. Didn't he get over how to be less nervous around Philip before? Didn't he promise himself that he wouldn't be so nervous the next time he meets up with Philip? "Hey, are you really alright?"
