𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬《 Philippines CountryHumans AU 》

xix.

Philip narrowed his eyes at Spain. Would trusting him be a good idea? The last time he trusted someone that gave the same offer, he refused and ended up being chased out of the country by Martial. He sighed, biting the inside of his cheek as he formed a loose string of words in his throat.

"And why is going to your mansion a good idea? Isn't it better for me to blend in?" Philip tested, lifting his chin to look at Spain. 

Spain didn't hesitate to answer, though his hands were subtly shaking. "Martial won't expect it. He'll think that we didn't run into each other like this."

That's true, Philip thought before raking a hand through his hair. 

Spain watched as Philip's eyes began to look at the horizon, a look that meant he was thinking. Huh, Spain forgot how handsome Philip actually was. Now that he thought about it, didn't he have a small crush on him before? 

Ah, Spain thought. Snap out of it. He probably didn't like you back.

Thoughts of his unrequited love swarmed his head, but he did his best to place it to the back of his mind. Ignorance was bliss, and he would rather not spoil this... interesting reunion between him and his revived friend.

"And if he does find out? What will you do then? Are you willing to go to such an extreme just to help me?" Philip asks once more. He looked at Spain, but not with a calculating expression. Philip looked like he genuinely wanted to know.

Spain couldn't stop a small smile adorning his face. "Even if you don't see it, I consider you as a friend. We're supposed to help each other. Besides, I always thought your brother was too cocky. He needs to be put into his place."

Philip blinks before softening his expression. "You hate him?"

"Well- yeah. Don't you?"

"...I-

-I don't know."

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The car ride to Spain's estate was awkwardly silent, but Philip couldn't care less. He was looking outside the window, using this as an oppurtutnity to map out the easiest routes to the airport in case something went wrong. It was best to always be prepared, especially since he was walking into the center of danger.

"So," Spain began, attempting to strike a conversation. "Why exactly did you go to my country? What made it stand out amongst others?"

Philip narrowed his eyes. "Are you asking why I didn't go to France? You're thinking that I should have gone to the residence of a member of the G8 instead of coming here, right?"

Spain flinched inwardly. Philip went straight to the point. It shows how much he had changed in only a few months.

"Uh- yeah."

Heterochromatic eyes stared at Spain, lingering before tearing its gaze away. "...I'm suspicious of you."

Spain's eyes widened ever so slightly. He turned to face Philip, only to be looking straight at a gun pointed at him. Breath hitching, the country stared at the mouth of the weapon, cold sweat trickling down his nape. Was he going to die?

Would his friend kill him?

"I don't know who my assassin is, nor do I know why they're after me. All I know is that the person is either part of the G8, or somehow connected to them," Philip says, eyes scanning for any traces of guilt in Spain's face. So far, there was none. Philip scowled. 

Spain's shoulders tensed before hesitantly speaking, "and I'm connected to the G8 because I'm close friends with-"

"-Japan," They both finish, a sour taste in both their mouths at the mention of the country.