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“Hey Phil, you have that document my boss needs to sign?” said Australia, walking up to where his friend, the Philippines was currently sitting.
Philippines was browsing through his phone, he grabbed the document Australia needed and handed it to him without looking up from his screen during the whole exchange. The Aussie country took the document, staring at his Asian ally strangely. He tried waving his hand in front of him, but the Philippines still had his eyes glued to his screen.
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Australia quickly gathered his cool friends: Prussia, Denmark, South Korea, and America. He checked to see if Philippines was still on his phone (he was), and turned to address the group.
“Alright mates, Philippines hasn’t looked up from his phone in two hours. Whichever one of us gets him to look up gets the equivalent of 10 Australian dollars from the losers.”
“6.35 Euros each? Eh, sure.” Prussia shrugged.
“I don’t mean to brag,” S Korea said with a smirk, “but Philippines and I are best friends, I’ve even seen his butt.”
Everyone in the friend group looked at the Asian country with a quizzical look as S Korea strided towards the Philippines.
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“Hey Hubae.” S Korea greeted.
Before he could take another step closer, Philippines grabbed whatever was closest to him, which was a stapler, and threw it at the other nations crotch. All without a single glance from his phone.
“Ok, you’re busy, I get it.” S Korea breathlessly said. He went back to the others while cradling his wounded pride.
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It was Australia's turn and his plan was to play some loud music from his phone.
“Big meeting dance party!”
As the music played, Philippines was bopping to the beat and swaying in his seat. But he still didn’t look up.
“He’s dancing better than normal.” Australia remarked.
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Prussia walked up to the country of Southeast, “Oh Mein Gott, Philly, did you hear? Spain got in an accident.”
“Who dat?” replied the Philippines, still continuing to scroll through his phone.
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Denmark's plan was simple. He’ll use an air horn. The sound of the sudden noise made everyone in the room jump in surprise, as well as made India spill his coffee. But Philippines didn’t budge.
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After four failed attempts the awesome band of friends were ready to call it quits.
“I guess Philippines will never look at another human being ever again.” Australia lamented.
“Not so fast.” America chimed in, phone in hand, “The Hero always finds a way to win.”
After he said that, Philippines stood up from his seat and looked at America, appalled, “Mr America, are you kidding me!?”
Everyone in the group looked astounded and impressed that the American was able to accomplish the seemingly herculean task.
“Changed my relationship status to ‘it’s complicated’.” America smugly explained, “Pony up, ya’ll!”
The rest of the group groaned and started to take out their wallets. As they did that, the winning nation did his little victory dance to rub it in the other nations faces. While America continued his showboating, he didn’t notice the Philippines making a call on his phone.
Brring, Brring
America checked his caller ID, still doing a little groove, “Oh hey, it’s Mexico.” he accepted the call, “Hey Mex! What?... No… No, no, no! Mex, babe, it was a mistake. My thumb slipped!” The American suddenly went silent and turned towards his friends with a neutral expression, “...I have to go.”