My Only Sunshine

chapter 19 : Him

Philippines was just sitting there, waiting for either Indonesia to come back with some yellow ginger; or a text from him telling him that Singapore doesn't have any more yellow ginger, and that he should go to the campus supermarket to buy some.

But a few hours passed. And when neither of those things happened, he decided to give Indonesia a call.

For a few seconds, all he heard was ringing. Until...

"Salam!"

"Hoy, Indog. How long does it take for someone to ask for some ye-"

"It's Indonesia! Maaf, I'm not available right now. But don't worry! I'll call you back after I'm done with my indomie and marjan." There was a beep... then silence, signaling him that he could leave a message. Which he did.

Philippines took a deep breath and left a message. "Where are you? It's been hours when I just asked for some yellow ginger from Singa's dorm!"

He then caught a glance at Malaysia in the kitchen, passed put on the dining table with a mug in his hand; still half full of milo. Philippines sighed as he stood up and struggled a bit as he carried Malaysia back to his bedroom.

Afterwards, he left Malaysias' bedroom and continued to call Indonesia repeatedly from time to time, hoping he'd pick up. But to his disappointment, he was left on message every time. Tired of the same result, he decided to go to Singapores' dorm himself and see what's going on.

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//Philippines' POV

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I went to the main door and grabbed my jacket. As I did, I couldn't help but look back at Malaysias' bedroom, wondering if it was a good idea to leave him all alone in our dorm, unconscious. After about a minute of thinking about it, I decided that I'll just lock the door while I'm gone. So I grabbed my keys and headed out the door, locking it before walking of to Singapores' dorm.

As I walked down to their dorm, I texted Malaysia where I am, and that I shouldn't take long. Just in case he wakes up while I'm out.

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SEA321. That was Singapore, Papua New Guinea, and Timor Leste's dorm. I took a deep breath and knocked; listening for anything coming from the inside. Yelling, footsteps...

But I heard nothing.

I tried knocking again, but a little harder this time. But still, there was no response.

I looked down and see the door knob. At first, I chuckled to myself; thinking they weren't stupid enough to leave their dorm unattended and unlocked... but I tried it anyway. And to my surprise, it was unlocked.

Why would they leave the door unlocked when no one's home?

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I know it's rude to just barge into someone's house without letting them know first, but I was getting impatient.

I opened the door. But instead of seeing an empty dorm, I saw a bright, white flash overtake my vision. Then everything went black.