𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: The Great City of Eleutheria

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1932.

America and Philip were sitting by the beach, enjoying the view. For now, Philip has gained the nickname; 'Mahal' by chance. He didnt mind.

They were both watching the sunset and talking about little things.

"Look, Mahal. I.. uh.." America looks at him, struggling at word. Philip looks at him with a confused expression.

"Okay wait- How do I say this?!" He groans, making Philip laugh at him. "Pfft!" He pats the ground while laughing. He then smiles to calm down. Which makes America smile.
"So..?" Philip asks.

"Philip; I really like you, no- I love you. These few years being here its been great! Even though I have to go away for a few months at most, I enjoy being with you." He says quickly, making hand gestures with it. Philip took off America's shades, seeing him red. That made him chuckle. "Joe.. Mahal din kita." He winks, but also blushes. America was silent.

"Phil! What does that mean?!" He puffed, making Philip burst out laughing, he threw his head back in the laughter making America sigh in defeat. "It means, 'I love you too'." Philip grins. America looked into Philip's eyes.

"Does this mean we're uh-" America looked around, flushing with embarrassment.

"Yes, Joe!" Philip smiled. "And this means; I get to stick by your side forever! Nothing can keep us apart, not even Martial!" America's tension had soften and hugged Philip,

then he kissed him. Not on the lips, just on the cheeks. Philip giggled at the touch.

but things don't last forever.

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1941

"F-fuck! Help! Brother! Where are you?!" Philip looked around frantically, panicking and sweating.
He couldnt see his brothers anywhere.

The japanese were invading.

Where were his family when he need them now?

Where was America?

Philip tried holding the tears to be brave, he looked for his brothers everywhere, but no sight.

America was gone dealing with whatever shit he had.

"Philip!" Someone called out. It was the voice of Martial. "Get down!" He shouted from afar, Philip dodged a bullet there. He ran to Martial's direction in hope he could be safe.
"What's happening Martial?!" Philip ducked down right beside him. Martial put on a serious, cold face.

"The japanese are invading, we weren't safe even before." Martial looked away. "Philip.. you should have never trusted that America. Never. I think I know what Japan will do." Martial sighed. Philip couldnt hold his tears. He sobbed into Martial, with desperation.

"When will this end?! I just want to be free!" Martial's clothes got stained by the tears Philip cried. Martial couldnt say anything, but he patted him.

"Hm? You said there would be America's little puppet here." A voice said. Looking around. Martial tried shushing Philip.

"He always visits the islands, so they must be here somewhere." Philip sniffed, making them turn around.

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