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The night

Rodrigo walked into a fresh and immaculately clean room that he claimed for himself. He sat down on the king sized bed, sighed, and rested his chin in his palm, absorbing the silence. It wasn't long until his door was opened, and there Donald was, with tears in his eyes.

"Rody..." He whimpered.

Rodrigo looked at him with raised brows.
He didn't say anything.

"Rody... I wanna go home."

Rodrigo was slightly surprised that Donald had said that. Donald was acting fine for the past weeks, so why the sudden change?
"...We both know there is little we can do about the situation we are in Donald. Things are starting to get better."

Donald held his breath. Did he want to sacrifice Rodrigo's comfort for his will to go home? If there even was a home to speak of at this point.
"When I saw Jongun and Vlad... go into that room... I realized.." Donald didn't know how to continue.

Rodrigo gave Donald a look with such sympathy and love that Donald burst into sobs and threw himself on the bed.
"I know, I know," Rodrigo said.
"I know that it's hard to forget about the life that we left behind. God only knows if we will be able to go back, however, we have to do our part by not angering him and risking the safety of our home countries. Believe me, Donald, the Philippines is still in my heart. You can't let yourself get sad over these things, you have a whole country to look after."

"But it's so hard, Rody! It really is! How can you not see?!" Donald sobbed.

"What...? See what?"

He sniffled and sighed. Rodrigo felt relieved he was calming down.
"All I want to say is that I wish I never had to look at them again."

Rodrigo was about to respond when Donald screeched and began sobbing violently once again. He decided to not say anything, and just laid in his bed until they both fell asleep.