Mixed oneshots!

Fem!Philippines x Reader

A/n countryhuman time Also! hanahaki time and homestuck too because we thot

Song i bopped to while writing this: Burno is Orange by Hop along, Queen Ansleis, A confession by PhemieC

I am almost void of emotions. I know this through research. I tend to react to things less than the normal human. I mean i'm not human but it's always been this way, even before sburb.

Childhood wasnt easy. I was stuck on a farm, I was a genius but mom and dad were gone so all I had were the animals. My friends were the animals and Jane, Dirk, Roxy and Jake. I was able to learn from vet books and human anatomy books, so I got super good at that stuff. I always carry my doctors table around with me in my sylladex.

Then we played the game, It didn't get much easier. The Land of Catacombs and nitrous oxide aka LOCANO. There was the skeletons of all my dead Farm animals all around. I wielded Scissor kind. Which for reason I was also able to wield butterfly knife kind. My goggles came in handy at during times in the catacombs. I breezed through the gates quite easily. But my Denizen, was not the kindest. She was Prophasis. She was awake and angry. She fought me tooth and nail. During our fight she bit off my legs, that was the first time I remember feeling fear. I screamed, Then the natural fight or flight response kicked in and I killed her. But the thing until I got down there she was so nice to me, She treated me like her own. I quickly got on my god bed and then I bleed out. Oh right my dream self didn't get assassinated or didn't die when we entered. I remember when I woke and I got my legs back but there was scars there. I picked up my lab coat and walked over her dead body and back into the sunlight.

That didn't matter we got out of there soon enough. My god tier was Mage of mind. We had our own universe. Which is interesting in it of itself. But now's not the time. There was now a tattoo at the nape of my neck of the mind symbol, more like it was burned turquoise into my skin. That also doesn't matter.

I remember why I like to be alone. It was awhile ago. Jane had gotten mad, she was mad I nevered showed emotion. She almost killed me. That was the second time i felt fear.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing out here, Its too cold outside. Come inside, i'm worried. You've been awfully quiet tonight." Oh the third time I felt emotion. I had run away. I found an earth and stayed there. There were these people that were called country humans. People in the colors of countries flags. Then I met her, The Philippines. I had always favored quiet people but she shoved me out into the sunlight. My heart fluttered when I saw her, I have recently come to the conclusion that I am lovesick.

"I am fine, Philly." I said pushing up my glasses.

She tugged on my old lab coat, "Come inside, were playing truth or dare!"

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She smiled, (Y/N) was a lot like Germany, but not as stressed. I knew quickly when she arrived that I had fallen for her. Martial Law didn't like her because what appeared soon after. I had hanahaki. I could give a long list on why I loved her, but It might turn into a essay. But she was oblivious to love. I would flirt all the time but she just didn't see that. I often coughed up Sampaguita flowers or Forget-me-nots.

I grabbed her hand which was warm but dry for years of work. She was doctor and a good one at that! But I brought her inside and sat her next to me. She had always been sort of a mystery. No one knew where she came from, what school she went to or why who she was.

She frequently got asked during truth or dare, (In which she always asked for truth), "Where did you come from?"

First it was "I can't tell you." Then it became, "A small farm." When we asked about what country she would always respond, "I can't tell you." Which was annoying. I mean were all best friends! After these questions she'd rub the back of her neck, which she always kept covered. Also she always covered her legs! Like she wouldn't wear swim suits! She would be so pretty in a swim suit, someone snapped me out my thoughts.