𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬《 Philippines CountryHumans AU 》

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America was being haunted, but not in the way that you may see in movies. Ghosts and vampires weren't real to him. What haunts him... was Philip.

That ball of sunshine was going to drive him mad. Insane.

Everywhere he looked, there would always be visions of him pinning the younger country down and... doing things to him.

At first, he felt ashamed. I mean, he was thinking of nasty things that he would do to Philip.

It scared him.

Since when was his imagination so vivid?

He would zone out, staring at the wall, imagining himself grabbing the shorter country by the hands. He'd roughly slam Philip's back and hold his hands high above him. They would stare, and then lean in, and then...

Fuck.

Along with these images running wild in his head, he would also feel guilt.

Why are you thinking about these things?

Because you like him, he responds to himself.

Why do you like him?

Because he makes you happy, he says.

Why does he do to make you happy?

...is there really a need to explain that?

But Philip's death hit him in the chest, hard.

America cried for hours on end after Philip's funeral. He hated himself, he hated the world. Why didn't he notice that there was someone after Philip? Why didn't he take action sooner?

Ame didn't know, but he spent days, weeks, months, desperately looking for answers that would satisfy his hunger for an explanation.

But of course, he failed.

So he went numb.

The Philippines has a rich history. War, politics, tyrants, people- they all came together to give the country the most interesting culture it can make. And now, Philip was part of that history.

Vengeace was a waste of time, he decided.

He began to grow quiet, something that greatly contrasted his previous personality. He also became observant, a trait that he had learned was crucial. It was a way to atone for his mistake of being ignorant of Philip's murderer.

You should have noticed, but you didn't, he blames himself.

A year passed, and his country prospered with life, money, and land. Traffic, littering, and unemployment was rarely seen in his country- all thanks to America's hardwork.

Another year passed.

And...

He was back.

Philip.

Philip was back.

Ah. He's back.

America recalls the time when he had properly spoken to him, right before he left to go back to his country after a few days of staying in the G8 HQ. They stood on a balcony, watching the bright sunset illuminate everything in it's surroundings.

Philip shone that day. His skin glowed, his eyes sparkled, his laughter sang. It made America realize that his feelings for him never washed away. It always stuck to him, albeit dormant.