﹒letting go of small things [philippines]

5.

⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : - ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ - : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄.
𝐂𝐇𝐏 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣ɞ・・ ʚ˚̣̣̣ɞ‿︵‿︵

"Goodbye, Del." He spoke his final words to his dear brother, with his heart aching. His lips quivered as he looked down. And heard footsteps coming towards him.

"I miss father, mother, and del." Martial confessed. He usually wasnt the one who said these stuff, tears formed at the corner of his eyes. Yet, he wore a blank expression. "..me too." Philip said. "It's his fault that he's dead." Philip looked up, with widened eyes. "I hate that bastard.. its his fault theyre all dead." He cursed, and Philip knowing who he was reffering to.

He believed in forgiveness, that's what his mother told him. His father was a different case. He was a revolutionist who fought against the very empire who enslaved them for centuries.

They stood in silence for awhile, not awkward, but not comforting. There was nothing comforting about this.

Philip frowned, looking upon the gravestone. They both shared the lost of a companion, a best friend, a brother. It griefed them both, as they were the only family they had left.

The relationship between both of them fell like a petal of a flower.

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ ★ ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

"Oh! This place looks extremely nice." Philippines gazed around, looking at the tall buildings, and everything in it. "Right? I forgot how this place looked." America smiled to himself. "Yeah because you're fat self cant go around your own country." Spain teased with a smirk, gaining a glare from the countryleader. Thailand audibly giggled at this. Indonesia stiffled in a laugh.

"Hey, shut up." America scoffed. Philip caught up beside him, and had a smile. "It's okay Joe, we're only having fun." He acknowlegded, which in America muttered something to himself and sighed.

Indo took out his phone and took a picture of himself and Thailand, who looked forced and with a grumpy look, Indo having a cheesy grin.

"Perfecto." He clicked away on his phone, and Thailand looked. "I look gross. Can we redo?" Indo shook his head, and looked at him. "Tidak." He said, which Thai frowned.

"Kuya! Look at that building!" Philip stopped and tugged on Thai's shoulder, he stopped to and looked up and glanced at the big building. "That's pretty big, let's keep walking." He started walking forward once again, and Phil raised a brow but kept walking aswell.

"Where are we having dinner?" Indo questioned, with a questioned face. "Oh. We're having food together?" America glanced back. The indonesian shrugged. "I think that would spoil the dinner tomorrow.. why dont we cook together?" Thailand's eyes sparkled at the filipino's words and a wide grin appeared. "Oh absolutely! Southeast asian cuisine is just-" heade a chefs kiss gesture and Indo giggled. "Why not? Like old times." He bumped Thailand's shoulder.

"Ah, may I join? I heard your foods are great. Ive tried them but Id like to experience the foods from the leaders themselves." Spain buts in, with an excited smile. Philippines looked at him and thought, and he reluctantly nodded. "Why not?" His face softened and Spain stared at his face with a smile. Indo grinned, and looked at the american.