Philippines Against The World

Chapter 5

The Countries made a plan.

A plan to keep surveillance on Philippines and make sure he doesn't end up with a bullet through his head or a noose around his neck.

They decided that it was best that one country would look after Philippines for the morning and another for the evening.

Of course, Philippines diagreed with this, it wasn't only an invasion of privacy but he didn't want their help, after all that has happened. A painfully familiar pang of guilt hit them as they reminisce at their mistakes. And so, they kept it in secrecy. Hiding and watching Philippines through the day.

The first few days were horrible...

Almost each and every day, a suicide attempt...

There was nothing they could do...

This was their fault...

This was their mistake...

First was Israel, being the only one Philippines could trust right now in his current situation.

Instead of hiding and spying on Philippines like what the other countries have ordered for him to do, he walked up to the front door and asked if he could stay over. The others were unaware of Israel's sudden change in action as they were too busy with their responsibilities.

Philippines only answered with a weak and sad smile as he let Israel inside. This gave Israel a familiar pain of guilt and remorse. However, it was as if Israel wasn't there at all, like Israel was just an observer. Philippines would continue his "everyday life" except for a few changes. He would spend at least 2-4 hours talking to the remaining ashes of his dead family. He would cook himself a huge meal, only to throw it away in the end or give it to Israel instead. He would lay down on his bed and just sleep through the rest of the day. He would take longer showers, leaving Israel almost restless. Israel would constantly worry with each and every action Philippines took.

Sometimes, Philippines would walk downstairs and grab a knife. Israel was about to stop him until Philippines would break down crying and shouting, "It should have been me! Why isn't it me?! Why didn't I die?! Why didn't I jump?!". Israel held back his tears. He could only watch in painful silence. "Lord! Please! Let me join my family! I can't live like this! Not anymore! Why does this have to happen to me?! This is all just a joke, right?! A dream?! I'll wake up any second now! Right?! Ha! Ha Ha!" Philippines shouts at seemingly open air with a cracked and worn-out voice. Israel soon joined his despair, as tears too came out of his own eyes. Israel couldn't accept that fact that his Angel..... was broken.

Philippines was not the same anymore...

They pushed him over the edge...

Pushed him to the point of insanity...

Was he really better off dead?

Will the countries finally let him end his misery?

Philippines was broken.