"...Phil?"
Less sun. Less smiles. Less happiness. A world where Philippines was forcefully thrown into. Why was he thrown into this... darker version of his own home?
- In which Philippines is isekai'd into a parallel universe where his parallel se...
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[Small doodle of 'Philip' and-guess who this country is-because I was procrastinating. Thank you for 9k views <33]
TW // ⚠️Implied Suicide Attempt ⚠️, Graphic descriptions of gore. Please read at your own risk!
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Belarus sluggishly walks out of her bedroom, a visible mess. Dark circles rested beneath her eyes, dry cracked lips seemingly stuck together, and a nest of hair on her head. She looked as if she had just been wrestling with a tornado.
She drags herself onto the carpeted halls, its striking blue fur acting as a cushion for her bare feet. Loose, blue hospital clothes hung from her slim body- there was no telling what she would do after her previous attempt.
The female didn't bother looking her brother's way as she enters the kitchen, the various maids working there giving her some space, used to her unexpected visits. Did she come to get more energy drinks?
The frail country continued walking until she reached the fridge, pulling it open and rummaging through the food to get what looked to be a tub of ice cream with a spoon already inside. She closes the machine, not even acknowledging anyone with who she had brushed shoulders.
"She looks even thinner than the last time we saw her, I can't believe someone as strong as a Country Leader could even be reduced to a state like this..." One of the maids whispered in pity, uncaring if Belarus was in earshot. After all, she wouldn't care, nor would she even hear. She was always in her own world, her own bubble, always hugging her closed-off heart tight as she can.
"Poor girl, Country Leader America sure did a number on her. Country Leader Russia's trying his best to make her happy again but... I can't even picture it happening," they murmured sadly, watching as she trudges back into her bedroom.
The frail country closes the door, the only light source of her room being a single column of light coming from the gap between her closed curtains. She walks over to her bed in the center of her large room, its sheets messily flipped over. She flops down, the mattress dipping ever so slightly.
Belarus sets the tub down on her lap, taking the spoon and scooping a spoonful of ice cream. Her dry lips come into contact with the dessert, but she didn't eat it. Instead, she sets it down once more, looking behind her and parting her mouth to speak.
"Get out," Belarus murmurs, voice so hoarse it felt as if she had eaten sandpaper. "Now."
A sigh escapes the hidden person's lips, before they speak, "Belarus, I'm your brother. Why are you so adamant about pushing me away?"
