𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬《 Philippines CountryHumans AU 》

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Philip watched as the surface of the water danced above him. The ocean pulled him further and further down. Looking under himself, an endless void seemed to eat him up. He shut his eyes, readying himself for the moment.

3...

He lost all air.

2...

He began to choke.

1...

"Sir? Country Leader Russia is asking for you," the maid knocked on Philip's door gently. Philip shot up, breathing heavily. He quickly leaned on his side and cupped his hand around his mouth to shout.

"Oh- coming!" Philip stuttered before falling off the bed with a grunt. The blankets fell on his face.

"A-are you okay sir-"

"I'm fine! You uh- you can leave."

Philip quickly stood up, almost tripping once more as the tangled blankets wrapped around his foot. He shook his leg aggressively, the sheets falling off.

Shit- I probably look like a mess!

He ran to his bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. His tear stained cheeks were very visible after waking up from another stupid nightmare. Bloodshot eyes stared back at him, earning a groan of annoyance.

Quickly washing his face, he changed into a white polo under a yellow vest. Russia came all this way for him! Philip could tell that he was... someone that seemed to care, so he wanted to look somewhat decent. Walking out of his room, he walked speedily down the halls.

"Alright, deep breaths," he mumbled to himself, rounding a corner and passing down the painting filled hallway. "Act natural."

For the love of god act natural!! He internally panicked as a dull pain throbbed in his temple.

Why was he acting so nervous? He didn't know. All he knew was that Russia cared, unlike everyone else. How did Philip know he cared? He just did. Call it a gut feeling, if you will.

"Right, natural," Philip paused in his tracks, taking deep breaths. "I can do this."

He stood on top of the stairs, looking down on the living room. The country took a mental note of how there were three figures, two of which he knew.

Russia and...

Israel?

"Ruski! Israel!" Philip beamed. The two turned to him with smiles on their faces, although Israel's was a bit wider.

"Philip!!"

Israel grinned widely, running up the stairs and hugging him by the waist. Philip giggled, turning his attention to Russia who waved with a smile. He waved back, looking down at Israel who gazed up at him lovingly.

"I missed you, so much," Israel buried his head into his stomach, a few tears slipping out. "Angel... you're back!"

Philip could only smile. He didn't know if Israel really meant it... or if he was just a really good actor. "I miss you too."