𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬《 Philippines CountryHumans AU 》

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⚠️⚠️ FOR THOSE WHO ARE CONFUSED WITH THE STORYLINE!! ⚠️⚠️

[Hiya! I saw from comments that this storyline is a bit confusing so I'm going to explain a little :) ]

[This is a CountryHumans Parallel Universe AU! ]

[Philip has come from another universe, sort of parallel to this one. In this current universe, he died two years ago! Martial, Indonesia, Malaysia, and many others were present in his deathbed. ]

[HIS DEATH WASN'T FAKED!! ]

[People don't know that Philip came from another universe, so they theorized that he was revived. But people are logical thinkers, so they think that someone tinkered with his body until he came back to life! ]

[All the love interests are males, but it may change in the near future! ]

[I hope this clears things up :D If you have any questions, feel free to ask me about it! ]

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"Philip... you're not safe."

"Huh?"

America purses his lips before speaking again.

"People will want to know how you were revived. Many are logical thinkers, so they'll think that you were revived by... science or something," America replies, biting the inside of his cheek.

"Ah, th-that makes sense..." Philip shrank into his collar. He was obviously scared, and America seemed to notice.

He sighed. "Look, I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to warn you to be cautious, alright? People aren't as good as you see them to be."

Philip nodded, looking at the garden once again. The butterflies fluttered about, landing on the occasional flower that grew from the bushes. But what did America mean with his last sentence? The shorter furrowed his brows in confusion. People aren't as good as he see them to be?

"...I heard I died from... an assassin," Philip muttered, looking at America. He wanted to change the subject, but not make it too far from the previous one. Philip didn't want America to know about what was going on in his mind. The taller flinched before relaxing and nodding.

"Yeah. Martial said it was... bloody," America replied softly, earning a look of pity from Philip.

Perhaps Martial hasn't moved on. Perhaps he's just as shocked as everyone else, but still keeps a facade on. Philip smiled softly- his brother was strong. Martial was staying strong for him.

"Who- er... Who did it? Who killed me?" Philip asked, turning to look at America. Said country shook his head, sending him an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, I don't know."

Philip furrowed his brows. Was the assassin going to kill him again now that he's alive? Were they after him?! No, they would need to plan another assassination a little longer.

His thoughts were interrupted by his brother.

"Philip! Let's go!" Martial yelled from inside. Philip looked behind him before turning to America who was smiling.

"I believe that's your que to leave," he chuckled. Philip smiled before hugging him tightly. America stepped back in surprise before chuckling and hugging him back, albeit he had to lean down because of the height difference.

Philip pulled away and ran back inside, leaving America to stare at his retreating body. Once he was finally away, America sighed.

"Damn, he's still the same," he smirked, fixing his sunglasses as a small dust of red tinted his cheeks. "Heartthrob." He mumbled under his breath, fixing his suit.