𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬《 Philippines CountryHumans AU 》

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[This was the doodle that was supposed to be shown at the start of the previous chapter but for some reason it just poofed out of existence, so I'll put it here instead :)]

[Enjoy!!]

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Malaysia sighs, leaning back. He'd been continuously drowning himself in stupid paperwork to forget about the fact that Philip was running around the world... getting chased by his brother. 

It was ridiculous- of course, it was- but who cares. As long as Philip wouldn't get hurt, then it doesn't matter. Malaysia puts his pen down, flexing his aching fingers as he steals a glance at the pile of papers next to him.

I signed 756 papers yesterday... and 253 today.

A groan escapes his lips. He needed a break, perhaps a hot cup of coffee after the all-nighter he pulled last night. Overworking himself wasn't distracting Mal from Philip, in fact, it was making him even more stressed.

He stands up, the dull ache of his knees shooting across his limbs and he winces slightly. God, how long had he been sitting down?

Mal stares at the clock hanging on his wall blankly, before realizing that it was already noon. His stomach grumbles, and he frowns. Did he skip breakfast again?

"You really need to take care of yourself, Master," Kuala Lumpur suddenly says behind him, and Mal yelps in surprise.

"Fuck! Lumpur, wha-" Mal begins to scold him before cutting himself off. "Argh.. never mind," he mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Lumpur was Mal's butler and... the most annoying piece of shit he'd ever met. Not only does he skip his shifts and slack off almost every day, his witty choice of words and dry humor was irritating for someone like Mal. Whenever the country would scold him... the words would go inside one ear and out the other, and frankly, he was so close to firing the guy.

The only reason he hasn't is because he doesn't even have enough evidence to kick him out. The butler somehow manages to finish all of his work right before the deadline.

Malaysia shoots his butler a glare. "What do you want?"

Lumpur smiles, placing his elbow on Mal's shoulders.

"Ack-"

"So! New York called me to tell him more about Philip's... uh- revival, was it?" Lumpur mumbles before looking at his master expectantly. "Tell me about him," he smiles cheekily.

Mal sighs frustratedly, shoving the butler off himself and dusting his clothes. "It's Leader Philip. Don't disrespect his title," he glares at the city who was already back on his feet after being so rudely pushed, with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his suit. "And... why is New York gathering information on Philip? Did Ame ask him to?"