It was a nice Sunday morning. It was sunny out. It shown through Philippines' window and onto his bedroom floor. Philippines was sleeping peacefully in his bed. That was until...
BEEP BEEP!
His alarm with off. Philippines groaned. He rubbed his face and slammed his hand into the snooze. The country sat up and yawned. It was bright out today. This made him smile. It was a fine day to make a meal or some pastry. Whatever. He needed to get dressed.
He stepped out of his room. It was on the right of the hallway and facing towards Mexico's and Ukraine's room. As normal, he would head to Mexico's room. He opened it, it wasn't locked. Inside was a sleeping angel. Philippines went inside.
Walking beside him, he heard his snores. It was sweet. He just stood there. At least 5 minutes went by before he snapped to reality. Philippines sat next to him and gently shook Mexico.
As he saw his eyes fluttered open, Philippines gently said, "Good morning my dear."
Mexico looked over to him with a shiteatting grin. "Phillip, that's gay."
"Mexico we've been dating for two months."
