𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬《 Philippines CountryHumans AU 》

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[Due to popular demand, here's a sketch of Philip crossdressing :) The hair isn't quite accurate (it's a bit longer) but I got lazy-]

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Sometimes, Philip wonders if running away was a good idea.

Yes, he wanted to be free of chains around his neck that suffocated him, even in his own home. Yes, he wanted to live in a world where he wasn't constantly on the run from two people simultaneously. Yes, he wanted to stay alive.

But Martial was family.

No matter what he did, he was his older brother, his protector, his blood, and in a way, Martial was also his other half.

And it's these times where Philip is reminded that that wasn't the Martial he grew up with.

That was a different Martial, who grew up with a different Philip.

The real Martial, to him, was back in his own world, back with his own friends, back in a place where he actually belongs.

When Philip first arrived, he tried his very best to appear as calm as possible. But how? How can someone stay calm when they're thrown into a place so unfamiliar that they could go insane, with no way back to the people they love?

It hurt. No matter how much he didn't want to admit it, it hurts.

He can't go back, no matter how hard he tried. And his own life wasn't even in his hands, it was in The Second Philips'.

He misses Martial. He misses his Martial. He misses him so much that he's willing to jump off a cliff just to see if this was all some twisted dream.

"Sir, you have a meeting at 2 o'clock."

Philip's wandering mind instantly snapped back into reality. Shit, Philip cursed, This isn't the time to space out.

He was crouching behind a bush, head barely peeking out of the leaves to get a good look inside the windows of Germany's mansion.

Russia said that Martial was in Italy, which was basically a big detour in his plans. So he was going to visit the most suspicious G8 member and see if he has anything to do with his assassin.

Behind the window were Germany and one of his advisors, walking down a grand hallway that looked much bigger than the ones he was used to. If the hallway was this big, then how big were the rooms?

The butler was trailing behind the long strides of Germany, struggling to keep up. His face was nervous, and he was stumbling over his own words. Philip followed closely, occasionally ducking to avoid the sharp gazes of the guards littered at every doorway.

"Cancel it. I'm going to speak to Martial in the meeting room. Fix the papers on my office desk," despite the blubbering mess behind him, Germany was unfazed. He was like stone, not only because almost no emotion was on his face, but also because he was unmovable.

He was resolved, he was decisive, and when he sets his mind on things, he actually does it.

Philip envied him, because who would dare oppose the will of someone that gives no room for considerations, unlike him, who was so easily stepped over by others?

"B-But sir, this person wanted to seek an audience with you for two years-"

Philip winced. That wasn't the right move.

Germany paused in his steps. The country couldn't quite see what expression he was making, but the fact that the butler froze immediately was proof alone that Germany was angry.