Chapter 1

1.3K 32 4
                                    


He sat on the couch, finnaly after dealing stressful and complicated stuff from work. He got exasparated since then. Without thinking, he slept.

Morning came, light filling the room from the opened window, which woke Philip up. He blinks rapidly, looking at his watch from his wrist. 7:15 am. He almost flipped himself when he realized today was his day off. Thank god...

He felt stupid for not having dinner last night and just slept in the couch, his business clothes still on, he smells like his worn out office. Soon,he heared his phone rang, he digs his hand to his pocket to get his phone out. He lazily looks on the screen. Indonesia. No wonder why he's calling this early.

"Hey." He murmurs,leaning his phone against his ear. "Hello Phil!" Indonesia shouts, flinching Philip. He looks at the screen and sees Indonesia's face. " Hello" he says, showing a small smile.

He saw him with his shirt that had the same colors as Indonesia's. "Laos told me that we'll have a meeting on Monday, to America's....America..." his last word turned into a laugh. Throwing his head.

"A meeting?" He repeats, in disbelief. What will they possibly talk about again.. That's when Thailand came behind him. Indo cranes his phone, showing the half his room.
"Yo Philip!" He waves, with his white shirt and Brown crumpled jerseys. They probably just woke up from the looks they have. Philip sat up straight, he takes a deep breath. "Why are you telling me this early?" He questions, "Oh, so... we won't tell you anymore..?" He get it.

"Look it doesn't matter, as long as you'll come there."
"What time then?" Philip rolls his eyes, "3:00 pm." Thai responses, "Countries will come to his mansion since he's planning an activity for all of us. " Philip became nervous for a moment. He heard that Russia and America are hating each other again. "Okay.."

"By the way, we'll have to keep Myanmar awake--"
"Bye!" And the call ended.

He paused, then places his phone beside him. He looks beyond what's outside his window to his left, the curtain dances as the air passed by.

Another day of loneliness...

_______________________________________________________________

I'm just copying what no had written irl.
I'm sorry if it's short for you
I corrected some grammars that I wrote in my notebook here.
Actually, I'm already in chapter 3. Haha

405 words

-Yuriwillsufferfortheexaminations-

The Weight Of Lives ( Countryhumans )Where stories live. Discover now