𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬《 Philippines CountryHumans AU 》

iv.

[I'm not too fond of this chapter because I finished this at 4am in the morning. If the story is confusing, feel free to ask me! ]

[Enjoy! ]

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Canada skipped through the halls with a lollipop in hand, happily strolling and taking in the scenery. Despite this place being the headquarters of the G8, it was actually quite pretty. There were plants, windows, and skylights that decorated the pretty halls.

Canada always liked nighttime. It was calm, and he would always have time for himself. It was amazing how the moonlight would crawl through the skylight and somehow make the halls look magical.

He threw away the candy into a nearby bin and retraced his way back to his bedroom, only to hear quiet chatter behind one of the doors in a hallway. Curiosity got the best of him, and Canada soon found himself eavesdropping on a conversation America had on the phone.

"...I see," Canada heard America mumble. "That seems weird for a nightmare, and you say it's reoccurring?"

Reoccurring nightmare? Canada thought. It sounded straight out of a fantasy book. And who the hell was calling him anyways?

Canada strained his hearing to eavesdrop better.

"...how long has it been going on?" Canada assumed he was asking about the nightmares.

"Ever since you were revived?! Philip, why haven't you told anyone this?!" America yelled, but it was clear he wasn't angry. He was worried. Canada's interest piqued when he heard that it was the newest G8 member who was having these nightmares.

He sighed. "What happens in these nightmares of yours?"

"I- right, sorry. I shouldn't have asked. It was a touchy subject. No, no really," America chuckled weakly. Canada raised a brow. The nightmares must be really scary huh?

"Alright, I'll see what I can do. Thanks for informing me, Philip."

Canada muttered to himself before running back to his room. He then started packing hurriedly, not caring whether the clothes were folded or thrown into the case.

But the country wondered... why did Philip suddenly trust America so much? Either he was acting... or he trusts America as much as he trusts his brother. Canada wanted answers, and he was going to get them no matter what.

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"HUH?!"

Philip screamed. Before he had even opened the door, a wild Canada tackled him to the ground and hugged him tightly. So now... he was on the floor with a fuming Martial standing on top of the stairs.

"WHAT THE- deep breaths Martial, deep breaths."

Philip sweat dropped at his brother before turning to the living weighted blanket on top of him.

"Um... Canada...?"

"Oh, right!"

Canada quickly went off him and beamed brightly. "I'm here to go shopping with you!"

Philip blinked, processing what he had just said, before turning to his brother hurriedly. Martial rolled his eyes and shooed him away.

"Just go! You need to take a break," Martial chuckled, pushing him.