10 Days With Phil (RusPhil) [Completed]

Chapter 19

Russia's POV:
Another day, I got up and looked over at Phil, he seemed fine but it looked like he had another bad dream. I decided I will not bother him considering that he might be tired from last night.

I went downstairs to make breakfast. I fed the dog it's breakfast and set the table. While I was getting the plates, Phil came downstairs. He looked dizzy.

"Morning" I said, smiling at him. He just gave me a weak smile. And sat on his seat.

"You okay?"

"Yes....Russia....I'm fine..."

"Oh...okay..."

Phil ate quietly and he barely did any eye contact with me, and everytime I try to make a conversation, he will glare at me as if I said something to offend him. Weird....

Phil's POV:

I'm tired...

I'm just tired...

Those dreams keep coming back to me...

It's like it wants me to know something...

I feel like I saw those before...but I can't remember when...

Is it just me or are they getting even familiar...

I was just at the table, eating quietly as I can. I didn't feel like starting a conversation with Russia, in case I might say something wrong...

There were little voices inside my head telling me to tell Russia everything. I refused. He won't believe me. He'll just think I'm crazy...

"So....Phil, there was a time when-"

"I'm not in the mood for talking, Russ"

"Why?"

"I'm just tired..."

"Well, can't be since you just woke up"

"...."

Author's POV:

The two countries barely said anything as they ate. Phil barely had eye contact and Russ was having a hard time trying to make Phil smile like always.

'It's not hard to make Sunshine laugh' Russia thought. 'It's very simple and quick....'

Russia looked at Phil, who was finished with his food. 'Should I....' Russia thought. 'Maybe no....'

But the more Russia looked at Phil, the more desperate he wanted to (there is no kissing part yet sorry TwT).

"Phil..." Russia said

"Yes...Russia" Phil answered, rudely. "Better not be another silly stori-"

"Do you happen to have a fever or something?"

"No..."

"Then, do you have a problem?"

"Of course no..."

Russia got up and got his bag. He pulled out the bottle of pills and the pocket knife. He showed Phil.

Phil stood there, in shock. He knew there was no way to escape Russia, when there was proof.

A tear slipped out of his face. He began to cry. Russia ran to Phil to comfort him.

"Phil...it's okay..." Russia reassured, hugging Phil (the writer is now in her room, singing Señorita at the top of her lungs).

Russia carried Phil and placed him on the couch. "Phil, what's going on?" Russia asked Phil, hoping he would answer in English since he is still not catching up with Filipino.

"Y-you w-will j-j-just g-g-get m-mad at m-me" he sobbed.

"I trust you...."

"You sure?..."

"Yes...."

Phil smiled and wiped his tears. He began to tell his tale...

Heh, sorry if I was gone for quite a while...

Ako ay abala sa maraming iba pang mga bagay at nais kong gumugol ng oras sa aking mga kaibigan sa Instagram....

I'm sorry, and I now some were wondering when was the next chapter but I promise I will update stuff

The thing is, I'm getting caught with other stuff and now I'm nearly losing interest in finishing other stories...I might be deleting Wattpad if I keep this up so now, I'll try my best.

Thank you for your cooperation 😊