𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬《 Philippines CountryHumans AU 》

xiv.

He adjusted the shirt that seemed a little too big for him, straightening its wrinkles. Somehow, its loose demeanor made his outfit look even better. Stretching his legs, he stood up from his seat and removed the sunglasses from his face.

Mexico was stylish, which brought a little too much attention on him, but Martial could work with that. After all, he could be trusted. He was a close ally before, so there was no reason not to trust him.

Martial let go of his luggage, casually walking up to Mexico and nodding as he propped his hand on his waist.

"Martial, buddy!" Mexico grins, waving at him. "How've ya been? It's been so long!"

"The funeral was about two years ago, Mexico. We haven't seen each other for two years," Martial said, softening his gaze.

Mexico smiled sadly, wrapping his arm around Martial's shoulders. "Now now, let's not be too depressed. I heard you needed some help, yeah? What exactly did you help with?"

Martial sighed, shrugging Mexico's hand off of him. Mexico didn't mind since he knew that the taller country wasn't fond of physical touch. "I need you to track Philip's whereabouts."

Frowning, Mexico crossed his arms. "I don't see why you can't do that yourself. You have experience."

Martial ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes as he turned his head away. "You're the best hacker I know. You can hack into almost everything. I just want him to be safe, with me."

Mexico raised an eyebrow. "He escaped?"

"Yeah. It's dangerous out there, with assassins and all. I need him next to me within arms reach, so I can protect him better."

He isn't a damsel in distress, Mexico thought.

"...if it's so that he would be safe... then I'll do it," he sighed before nodding. "But before that..." He fished his pocket, grabbing his car keys. "We need to have a drink."

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"So," Mexico began, opening his laptop and typing in his password. "Why come to America?"

Martial sipped his coffee. He watched as the people came to and fro, ignoring his presence since they were at the far corner of the cafe. They didn't want to draw attention. This information was confidential after all.

"Well?" Mexico asked, looking up from the device and at him, across the table. "Martial?"

"Huh? Oh, right," Martial set his cup down. "I wasn't going to rely on you and you only. I wanted to get him back as quickly as possible, so I opted to find him-"

"While I work on hacking," Mexico finished for him, typing quickly into his laptop. "That's good. We shouldn't waste time. It's best to be productive."

"That's right," Martial nodded, taking his cup. Before he took a sip, he asked, "How's the hacking?"

"I've gotten into almost every camera live, both on and off. I can scan for Philip or America's faces," he grinned.

Martial's brows jumped in surprise. "That was... fast."

Mexico only laughed, adjusting his collar. "Nothing the top hacker couldn't handle! Only the most secure and... outdated codes can stop me," he chuckled.

Martial smiled, setting an empty cup of coffee down on the table. He leaned forward, using his elbows to prop himself up as he crossed his fingers. "Is that a good thing?"