"Sure, you have the moon on your flag. But do you have your flag on the moon?" Indonesia sarcastically remarked to both Singapore and Malaysia, whilst eating his lunch.
"Hah, imagine," the Singaporean scoffed, who was across the table.
Malaysia then grinned, "Singa has the potential to place his there, or just let his robots do it lah."
"W- Oh- Thanks for the suggestion! Now that you have said that, I guess it's possible," the smaller cheered, and eventually stood up, bringing his used plate out of the table.
"I-" the Indonesian stuttered, eventually looking to where the country has left. "Let them put our flags on there as well!"
"No I wont!"
"Screw you!"
Brunei then walked to the table and placed a bowl of mint candies on top of it. She then commented, "Your relationships makes me question how the heck are we all half-related."
Malaysia proceeds to grab a piece of candy in the bowl and stated, "Don't ask me."
"Maritime region?" Thailand called from at the middle of the venue, holding onto a ladder. "Can you guys help us with pulling down the pictures from the ceiling, again?"
The tallest one groaned. "Can I just finish lunch?"
"I'll go, Indo isn't in the mood lah," Malaysia shrugged, then popping the candy in his mouth and walked towards helping Thailand. Brunei proceeded to shrug as well and walked away from the table.
ASEAN was just there observing what happened between the Nusantara, but eventually looked back at one of the pictures that fell when being pulled up earlier for the water fight. It was a message from the USA specifically, in which it was a long paragraph of that country praising him and other organizations despite the dark and misconcepted depictions people had told about them. The picture was something taken in Phil's house whilst helping to set up decorations for their Christmas season, in September apparently.
America was technically his first partner on the west, so he can't really blame him for sending him a letter. Although he does have some questionable thoughts about that country, that guy's a superpower. If he speak at least one thing against him, he'll probably crush him into pieces. This was why he started hanging out with Canada more than him, plus he's scary in literally everyone's POV. Second to UN, of course.
Almost interrupting while being deep into thoughts, he could hear the ribbons falling for a moment, sounding like a bunch of leaves has been flown at a strong rate, and Phil screamed like a girl as a reaction. Everyone in the garden laughed at that, and eventually moved on with what they're doing. Seconds later, someone would then call him.
"Saasssg- ASEAN!" Cambodia called, running towards the organization's direction, holding a plastic envelope with... something inside..?
"Hey Cambodia! Is the slumber party still happening tonight?" he replied, but eventually diverted attention to what she was bringing. "What's that?"
The country didn't respond to the first question, rather the second; "It's a long story-ish.. The United Nations called up to my phone asking about unrelated stuff, and..."
She opened the plastic envelope, pulling out what seemed to be a pen with a red ribbon, and something that has been randomly talked about today all of the sudden. His eyes widen and his wings slightly spread out as soon as the country handed it over, and grabbed it.
The patterns were the exact same one he had remembered from that time in the white space last night, and the golden coat around it. The red sticker that closed the lid—oh my god. It was the envelope.
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Golden | Countryhumans ASEAN
FanficAs the night falls in a blink of an eye, cold winds started occupying the balcony. It was stupidly cold for the poor organization, not only because of the wind, it was because his 50th is tomorrow. He doesn't know what to expect the next day, someon...