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As the door creaks open, Philippines rubs his eyes groggily.
He was surprised to see a platter of fried rice on the counter.
Yawn.. "You.. Cooked this? " Philippines said.
"Yeah, thought this was your favorite, I hope I didn't overcook it or anything.. " then said America.
"Mmph.. This is alright.", " Wha?! You're already eating?.." "Why, I'm hungry. '
After eating, America asks if the meal was AT LEAST decent. "So uh.. Any.. Remarks? " "Ah, it was alright, though I prefer adding 'magic sarap'. " "What's that? "
"MSG." "MSG? Isn't that, like unhealthy? " "Of course you believe that myth. "
"By the way thanks for the meal, mahal. " Philippines says. America blushes slightly at that nickname.
"Love you. " "Love you too. "