𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬《 Philippines CountryHumans AU 》

xviii.

Russia scratched his head frustratedly. Moscow watched as he paced around the room, muttering incoherent words.

"Sir? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Russia dismissed.

"You're pacing. You do that every time you're thinking about something."

"Funny how you remember that."

"I'll always remember everything about you," Moscow smiles, completely forgetting about why he was even in the same room as Russia. Oh well, he'll remind him either way.

"Well..." Russia began, sighing as he finally put a stop to his steps. He plopped on the couch, leaning his head back. "China said Philip was missing. Several people are looking for him. There's even a Facebook page dedicated to looking for him."

"What's a Facebook page-"

"And what's more, Martial wants me to look for him! I already have enough on my plate as it is!"

"What plate? Did I bring in some food?-"

"Belarus isn't sleeping anymore! She keeps staying up late, and always insists that she's fine. How could she say she's fine when she's so pale and clearly has bags under her eyes all the time! For someone who cares so much about her looks..." Russia trails off, pursing his lips. He sighed.

"Miss Belarus, your sister. I'm sure she just doesn't want you to worry," Moscow smiles.

Russia looks at him. He remembers his sister too, huh? A small smile adorned his face.

"Perhaps it is."

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Spain loved going on walks. Perhaps it was because he got to breathe in the crisp air, or because the smell of the pastries inside the bakery he would always pass by was ethereal. Nevertheless, the outdoors would always call to him.

Leaving at exactly 10 in the morning and walking through the city a couple of times was his favorite hobby. He would then walk downtown, and into his favorite bakery where the lovely barista would take his order. Spain wouldn't tell anyone, but he was in love with her.

Her hair that would always be tied in a tight bun smelled of cookies, and her toned arms would always be carrying a tray of a variety of bread. She looked approachable, and was always seen working on whatever her higher-ups would tell her to do.

Spain would enter the bustling bakery and immediately walk over to the counter that would sell coffee. For a moment, she would not notice he was there until he clears his throat.

"Oh-!" She would squeak, the sound making Spain's heart jump just a little at its cuteness. "Ah- Country Leader Spain!! Hi! You're still going here...?"

"Of course," Spain would chuckle. "Don't call me Country Leader, it sounds like I'm the boss of everything."

"But you are," she giggles, tucking a stray strand fanning her face behind her ear. "What would you like today?"

"The usual. You know I always visit."

"Got it."

And as she made his coffee, he would always look at her longingly, careful not to draw too much attention to himself. It was quite cute to unsuspecting customers, but Spain would shrug off their stares, opting to focus on her and only her.

"Here you are," her voice snaps him out of his trance, and he stumbles a bit before collecting himself.

"Thank you."