𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬《 Philippines CountryHumans AU 》

xiii.

[Just to clear things up, the platonic relationships (see ARC 1 chapter) are based on trust. If the person trusts too much, the trust turns to obsession.]

[Enjoy!]

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"Let me get this straight," Israel inhaled sharply, placing his hand on his hip. "You were going to Philip's room so you would apologize."

"That's right."

"And when you arrived, China was there."

"Yup."

"And he told you... that Philip was gone?!"

"Pretty much, yeah," China answered nonchalantly, shrugging as he took a sip of his beer.

"Oh my god," Martial pinched the bridge of his nose. They were gathered in the common area near the back of the mansion. Israel was pacing back and forth, not stopping. Watching him was North who was typing away in his laptop, occasionally glancing at China who sat across him.

Martial groaned into his hands. "Does anyone know where he ran off to?"

China hummed. "I think America picked him up."

North's head perked up. He frowned. "America? Why the hell would he do that?"

"They've been contacting each other in secret. I overheard them a couple days ago," China answered, chugging down the last of the beer and wiping his mouth. "He should be there by now, in his country. I'm not sure."

"You didn't tell me he was contacting America!" Martial yelled.

"Well I didn't know it was important!" China argued. "Plus, who knows! There might be some... chemistry between both of them."

Israel and North flinched upon hearing those words. "Chemistry?!" They both shrieked.

"They've been calling each other almost every night. Kinda weird," he replied.

China wasn't interested in love. He didn't like the idea of throwing away everything just to be held in the same regards of importance as someone else. Love was all in your head. It wasn't physical, it wasn't spiritual, it's just some temporary emotion that confines you.

He likes control much better. Control over situations, control over things, control over people. Like Philip. And now, Philip was gone, therefore out of his control.

And China was pissed, but he wouldn't say it out loud.

"Should we go after him?" Israel frowned, looking at Martial.

In turn, Martial furrowed his brows.

Should he give his brother some freedom?

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He shut his eyes as the sun blinded him a little. Philip slowly stepped out of the plane, hands gripping his luggage. He breathed in sharply, calming down his nerves.

After narrowly escaping the sight of the guards in the mansion, he barely had time to run as fast as he could and into the jet. Thankfully, no one noticed that he was gone.

Philip glanced at the sky, putting his hand on his brows to lessen the glare of the light. They should realize I was gone by now.

He looked back at the jet. New York nodded at him, instinctively searching him top to bottom for any hidden weapons. Truth be told, the city did not trust Philip.