Timor was in his bed, covering his face with a pillow, he was crying and nobody knows why.
He stood up from his bed and went downstairs to find a snack. Philippines saw him and asked him, "Why are you crying?", "Many people are saying that I'm just a state of Indonesia", Timor said, wiping his tears. "And? You're crying because of that, don't cry on silly things, Tim. Here, have some Pan de Coco". "Pan de Coco? What's that?", Timor tilted his head in confusion, "You don't know what- Never mind, here", Philippines handed him a bread, "Thanks, sis", Timor grabbed the bread and ate it.
*Few moments later*
"Sleep well, Tim", Philippines left Timor' s room after tucking him in.
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"Well, I guess I need more Pan de Coco", Philippines thought to herself. "I didn't even get to eat it, oh well. Atleast I have Jollibee in my ref"
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(I hate this, I'm probably gonna delete this soon)
Bonus:
Timor: Hey sis Philippines: Yeah? Timor: What does f@#% mean? Philippines: ....What? Timor: Uh oh Philippines: Where did you hear that from? Timor: In the living room Philippines: No, I mean who said it? Timor: Umm, why? Is it a bad word? Philippines: Just tell me who said it Timor: Uhh Philippines: Tim Timor: Indonesia and Malaysia Philippines: ....
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(You already know what happened, I forgot the cringe warning lol)
(Even though no one is probably gonna read this, should I make a dare chapter? If yes, comment your dare please)
