[edited: july 1 ;; corrected translation errors at 17 dec 2022]
One of the hunter's vehicles suddenly appears on front of his view. The hunter immediately looked straight at him as he looked by the vehicle. He immediately took notice.
"Screw this- GO!"
His wings flapped and he eventually made his way to the sky. He was a little outbalanced, yet was able to keep a stable shape.
Didn't he already discuss with Vietnam about hunters in the middle of the night?
He sees flashlights from the forest, probably in search of him. He then heard about the faint conversation from below.
"[What if it's ASEAN? He was here earlier, he could be lost.]"
"[Like I ever liked organizations anyway.]"
"[Woah calm down, he might've hear you from somewhere!]"
"[Do you think I care?! War is the only way to solve everything.]"
Ah yes, people with the violence ideology, not even surprising if it comes from a communist country.
If people were against him, he would just ignore. Like he ever wanted everyone to like him anyway, he is technically human. People can hate him however they want. It's not like he control other's emotions or anything.
He wished that everyone would accept each other so bad.
Did they even spot him going up to the sky though? He thought it was kind of obvious, a hunter did see him from a distance. They're probably still looking at him from below.
He sighed and decided to spectate the surrounding area, to see if he could find the direction he was at. He eventually found it minutes later, so he flew to that direction.
He can't go to Vietnam's place at that rate, so he decided to find Cambodia, one of her nearest neighbors.
While he's there, he started to enjoy flying as well. For something he didn't do a whole lot, he sort of felt bad for himself. Not only it is enjoyable, he was able to take some stress away are well. His hair was really covering his face a little and his glasses might get a little misty, but most of the flight was actually pretty good.
"[I should really consider flying as much as I can,]" he sighed, speaking off of the Filipino language.
Minutes later of probably the most fastest flight he had ever had, he reached Cambodia's place and landed a little smoothly, a little since he wasn't able to control his weight, he almost sprained himself landing to the ground. He walks up to the house and knocked on her door gently. He immediately fixes his hair a little and turns around from the door. He began checking if whether or not he looked okay, for the better at the least.
Cambodia's place was an average house, actually, a little lower than that. Her country was the poorest one in the ASEAN group, that's why she was offered to join them in the first place. It was still slightly covered in vines and it was smaller than the usual, but it didn't mind for the country to live in there.
He heard the door croaking for a little and he turned. A familiar looking country, ble red and white, wearing a flower on her (non-existent) ear and wearing a cheap but neat dress.
"អាស៊ាន?" she asked, as ASEAN adjusted his glasses.
Cambodia was well, one of the poorest countries in the organization. Unlike Vietnam, she really relies on ASEAN for her economy. ASEAN himself had mixed reactions on it, but it was anything to help her do something. Aside from that, Cambodia did a huge chunk of ideas, too.
"ASEAN," she repeated, translating what she just said. "What are you doing here?"
"I may have gotten a runaway incident in the middle of the Vietnam forest, that's for sure," he stated, as he closes his wings at his back.
"You flew your way here?! When was the-"
"I don't even have a choice, the hunters were literally after me."
Cambodia facepalmed, "Oh goodness, we literally had a discussion with Myanmar and Vietnam about hunters this morning, they went rouge huh?"
"Yeah..." he shrugged. He then realized something he should've just done earlier. "Hold on, do you have contact with Phil?"
"Uh yeah! I'll just grab my phone, pa. One second."
As the country walks away from the doorstop, he immediately thought of Philippines. He probably is panic calling him though right now, or probably high. Actually, all of the members would call him, right?
He then traced back what happened in Vietnam. He really hoped nobody spotted him at all, he's just worried if he gets on the headlines again. He didn't like attention given from the news, there would be so many arguments around him if so.
As Cambodia arrived with a keypad phone, she typed Phil's number and handed it over to her technically boss. He grabbed it, and called the number.
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No response.
He sighed, as he called the number once more. This time, after 3 rings, someone from the other line finally picked up the phone.
"Hello? Phil?"
"ASEAN?!" A familiar voice called. Oh crap, it was EU.
Ever since their relations, they both became close enough to be friends. Not to mention that they had the ability to joke with each other with confidence now. EU was also kind of attending the beer festival Phil was in, it was a forced thing for him to do anyway as Germany was basically his version of Singapore.
"Europe? Where's Philippines?" he called out of concern.
"Eh, don't worry. He's a little drunk right now, might as well answer your call."
The white-colored organization sighed. Philippines was fine. He's in good hands, he well at least he hoped so. He trusted EU, right? He doesn't even know if his partner can handle alcohol well.
He sighed. "Did he do something wrong?"
"In a case of breaking something, yes. "
"What did he break?"
"Someone's heart."
"What," ASEAN deadpanned through the phone. "No- Europe, I'm serious-"
"I'm not, it's hilarious. Why did you call for Phil anyway?"
"Just checking, also kind of needed to talk to him about something, but never mind that," he stated, as he slightly zoned out from the call. He was supposed to talk about the logo change today, he literally can't do it now.
"Alright- Oh!- see you then. Germany's is calling me right now."
"Okay sige, buh-bye."
"Tschüss."
He was supposed to hang up on the number but EU did it anyway. He then thought of it once more, what would the others think about change?
Cambodia approaches him and raised an eyebrow. "What's with Philippines and Germany anyway?"
"You didn't know?!" he exclaimed. "Oktoberfest, something with festivals and beer."
"Eugh, beer. Of course. It's really no surprise to us anymore," she sighed.
ASEAN muttered a "yeah" before being lost into thoughts once more.
It was silent for a few more seconds. Cambodia examined her business partner. It took her a while to ask until she brought it up.
"Hey ASEAN."
"Hm?"
"Have you ever wondered that if, you could you know- considered changing how you look like..?" she asked, finding a seat nearby him and sat on it. "I mean- we did had a discussion about it, sure- but you changing yourself... It's like changing your own flag if you know what I mean."
ASEAN looked at her for a bit. How didn't he think of that? He can't let others change his colors, he can.
He recalled back to the time he was in the office, the argument of changing the flag. Nobody had mention that, they can't change the organization without permission. He believed that argument took place before Cambodia arrived too.
He smiled at her. "Yeah, I kind of considered it, actually," he stated. "I just, never had the actual chance to do it, you know."
The ASEAN founding five designed him. He thinks it was time to change it himself.
He looked at the country and smiled, "Thanks for the suggestion, Cambodia."
"No problem! Maybe we could decide the new colors together?"
He nodded.