Philipp felt hopeless. With all that was going on, he felt as if it was useless to try anything. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Lambanog.

"Cheers," he mumbled quietly as he drank the bottle of lambanog. He felt his last string of being sober disappeared. Philipp stumbled back to
The living room to continue to flip through channels playing when he got a notification. He was too drunk to care so he ignored it. Soon, he passed out on the couch.

Hours later, he got woken up by knocking. He answered the door to see a familiar face.

"Kuya Russia?" Philipp did a double take.

"Hey sunshine," Rus smiled. "What happened to you?"

"N-nothing!" Philipp defended himself, still slightly drunk.

"Why are you here, kuya?" The Filipino asked confused.

" other countries worried about you, Sunshine..." Russia told Philipp with a hint of worrying behind his thick accent.

"Worry? About me?" Philipp's voice was laced with confusion.

"Yes." Russia looked at Philipp with a sincere look.

Oooh! Who worries the most? I wonder what's next. Bye! ♡♡ ♤♡◇♧

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