𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬《 Philippines CountryHumans AU 》

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[This was supposed to be said in the Q/A chapter but I thought that it was much more important to state it here instead. I've decided not to give the characters in this story a god they believe in, a.k.a everyone's atheist. Many of the countries in this story are religious countries, but I wanted to avoid spreading misinformation on religions that I do not align myself with, so I made them either agnostic or atheist (I'm not entirely sure if changing a Country's religion is offensive or not, if it is, please correct me).]

[TLDR; I changed all of the countries in this story into atheists/agnostics since I didn't want to spread misinformation on religions that I have no clue on. Please inform me if this is something offensive and I'll do my best to change it.]

[Enjoy!]

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"PHILIP!!"

A blur of blue and reds tackle him, knocking the wind out of Philip's lungs. The country almost fell back on his bed, but he forced himself to stay upright. He winced before his silent pained cries were muffled by a broad chest being shoved in his face- or rather, he was shoved into the chest.

Someone wrapped their arms around his head, and Philip instantly picked up on the familiar scent of chocolate and ink.

"OH MY GOD, YOU-! YOU'RE OKAY! Son of a bitch, you really had to scare us like that?!"

Philip blinks before his eyes light up in recognition. "Mal!" He exclaims, shuffling to look up at the country giving him a bone-crushing hug.

Malaysia pulls away, hands still on Philip's shoulders, and hurriedly checks up on him, searching for any bruises or wounds with his eyes. He shifts his attention to the bandages securely wrapped around Philip's head.

"You... you really were shot!" Mal frowns, before lifting his right hand to gently brush his fingertips over the soft cloth. "I can't believe you died twice..."

Philip looks at him, blinking. "Oh, it's okay. I'm back anyways," Philip shrugs, earning a look of disbelief from Mal.

"What?! How are you so calm about this?! Didn't it-" he cuts himself off, staring at Philip's forehead. "Didn't it hurt...?" He whispers, voice cracking.

Philip's eyes soften, looking down at his palms sitting neatly on his lap. "I don't quite remember. All I know is that Martial‐"

"I forgot! Martial, that bitch...!" Malaysia cursed loudly, his left hand tightening unconsciously on Philip's shoulder before he pulls away, and crosses his arms, eyebrows furrowing.

"Hey, he's the one that let us visit Phil in the first place. Maybe we should let him off the hook for now," Philip hears, and he cranes his neck ever so slightly to look at who said it.

Mal clicks his tongue. "I only came for Phil. Martial can go fuck himself."

Indo crosses his arms, shooting a small frown at Mal before shifting his attention to Philip and smiling fondly. "I'm glad you're okay, Phil."

The slightly shorter country softens his eyes and smiles, nodding. "Thank you, Indo."

Said country's smile grows bigger before he takes his bag (which Philip had only recently noticed) and places it on a nearby table, its bland color a stark contrast from the bright neons of the bag. Indo shuffles through it before removing lots of food, earning a sweatdrop from the bed-ridden country who had forgotten to tell the guy that he wasn't able to eat hard things just yet.

Philip's attention is captured by Mal who stands up from the bed and looks around, a questioning look on his face. "Why is your room white?"