[COMPLETED] Cold as Ice (Countryhumans)

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Phil's POV

There's nothing good about living in this pathetic world.... Just like me.... I'm pathetic, why am I even living? I should just die already,
Maybe I should replace my medicine with poison, then I could finally die. If it wasn't for my parents, then I wouldn't even bother to go and take care of my country, I just want to die already..... Sigh..... There are so many pointless thing being created every day.... Why not make artificial wings that work.

Just like when everyone I ever loved.... Died.... Everything started to change, I started to change, and when my wings got cut.... My world felt even more pointless, I felt so trapped..... I couldn't fly... Even if they say in free, I don't feel free. I still feel very trapped, trapped in this world, trapped, being tortured everyday by bullies, it's just pointless to me, living is so pointless.

Why do I even bother taking my medicine? Is it even helping me? is it harming me?

the wind brushed over me, I feel nothing about it, I don't care, I don't want to care. I noticed a child looking at me, once I set my eyes directly at the child's eyes, the child seemed to cry, I see the mother's terrified and disgusted face.... I'm disgusting... I'm pathetic.... I'm nothing...
I don't feel anything, not that I care, I pulled up my hoodie, to cover my face, let's be honest, who even wants to see my face?. no one ofcourse.

I started to walk once more, keeping my head low, so that no one shall recognize me. in pathetic.... even if I'm a country they do not Respect me.

they used to say, I had warm hands and a warm heart. now I feel dead inside, my hands are always cold, not that it bothers me, because I don't care either way. and my heart, of course, it's cold as Ice. My heart is colder than a corpse. I've been thinking to myself for some while now I didn't notice that the paper bag I was holding ripped. I don't care, I looked back and walked over to the medicine that I dropped, I picked it up, I ask myself, why do I pick it up? shouldn't I be happy and just act as if I hadn't notice that the paper bag ripped and I should just leave, without getting the medicine.

third person

as his frail and weak body got down to pick up the medicine, Phil's sleeves revealed his wrist, revealing my mark....
as mentioned by lan before, they're grouped into categories, there are different groups, and Phil's mark means exciled, Phil is one of the most unpopular, exciled meeans unwanted, the people in the exiled category, means they are target of bullying, they are free to bully, unlike the fierce and feared groups, they are considered as toys and objects, in the eyes of others, they are the prey, the lowest of all the people attending in the school.

Seeing his mark makes him remember earlier... Lan... That country.... Plans to overthrow the king? What is he planning? Philip shrugs it off, he's one of the unwanted, exileds, Phil sighs. He doesn't care, he won't play a part anyway so hwy should he care.

So what if Russia becomes number two?

-some time later int he school the next day-

bow down, here he goes.... he's the same as his father.... I was wrong, he's exactly the same. a lustful b**t*rd.

"open your mouth" Spain cooes. I sigh, "no, I don't want to" normally I don't give a d*mn but no, I don't want to!. he slaps me across the face, I won't say that I didn't expect it but, it's better to get slapped. I don't want to do it again.

he comes closer and grips me hard, I again take in the pain in silence. "I said open your mouth!" he shouts, I don't care if he punches me or kills me,. I won't give in. "no" I say coldly, "I won't open my mouth for you, you have h**s that would open theirs for you, willingly, now I'll be on my way" I say as I turn and leave.

he takes my hand, d**mit!, he's going to break my wrist again. "gufh" it's painful, I hate it, I hate him! I hate them all!. "let go!" I say, "you're awfully protesting today" he says, I see the irritation in his eyes and in his voice. "S-stop it" I say, it's been a while since I stuttered, I just don't want this anymore, I don't want to kiss his dirty mouth again, he's disgusting, manipulating others, but..... I'm one of the excileds....no one will come and save me, no one cares.

I don't want to call for help either.

Spain pulls my hair and slams my body on the wall, "I don't want to break ugly face, it's ugly enough" he says, he disgusts me.

my ear slammed into he wall, my vision sideways, from a far, I see..... Russia.... the king of our school, he's the leader of the strongest group in school. he only watches, without any emotion, here I am struggling.... I'm so weak... I'm useless. The king only watches, he doesn't care, he stares at me for a few seconds, I can see his eyes saying 'beg me to save you'. I'm not begging for help, I won't beg!. I how're at the Russian, 'I'm not begging someone like you' I say with my eyes, as fierce as I can be.

he glares back, cold stare, then he leaves. I stop struggling, I put my emotionless face once more, who am I kidding? no one will care. I sigh. "not protesting anymore aye?" Spain cooes.

"you are ungrateful for not accepting my request, you are nothing, you have no right to protest, (Spain grabs me by the hair and slams my face on the wall once more) no one will even save you if I were to kill you right now" he says and punches me on my stomach as hard as he can. I only sigh, by request he means order. I swear this bisexual b**t*rd is taking this too far. "now wet my lip-"

"OUGFH"

what?, did I hear correctly? Spain in pain? I'm set free, I look at him, he groans in pain. I look at the man who stopped Spain, it's him again.

what does he want, he looks at me, we both have the same look, emotionless, we're both looking at each other, motionless. not caring for what each other will say. "Consider this a thanks for showing me around, I don't do favors for people for free, so I'll let you off the hook for showing me around, I just hate seeing disgusting people like him" he says, by him he means Spain, disgusting.

I only stare at him, I don't care if he stopped Spain, I won't say he saved me. Spain quickly left like a coward. me and the tall man once again stared into each other's eyes. we shared at each other for some while. I bet he got bored "Not even a thanks? well whatever, I don't care if you thanked me either" he said then left.