Marked

Narrator POV:

It's a normal and quiet day, students looking across the room to the adult figure talking in front of the blackboard. Well, not every student.
Some of them are either dosing their heads subtly, moving like a fallen brick with an effort not to close their eyes because if they do. Even a little, they are instantly out.

Some just do random things like writing on their notebooks even though Miss India isn't giving out any notes, just speaking with a book in hand.
And some just doing whatever instead of listening, and Philip unfortunately, is in the minority of those people.

Believe him when he told you he tried really hard to squint his eyes. Focusing his vision towards his teacher and yet the only thing it does is make his gaze straying away from her and to the blackboard or down his desk.

His attention span is nothing more but a bundle of bullshit, His stare fell towards the sketchpad his drawing on while sort of listening. He drew a little top hat similar to Dmitri, It made him smile slightly in adoration.

"Not gonna lie, that top hat is looking good right now." He heard America cooed yet snickered, The Filipino rolled his eyes as he silently turns to him "Thanks for admiring my skills, I'm quite the same page as Fernando Amorsolo" America gave a quiet chuckle, leaning his arms on his desk tilting his head to his direction on the process.

"Look, as much as I love you, you ain't on the same lead as him" Philip's eyes widen slightly from the Surprising ' I love you ' in the sentence. It made his heart skip a beat, feeling the sickly heat overcome him.

He hurriedly looked away from him and down to his sketchbook not even realizing how tight his holding the poor pen of his, "You okay dude?" A worried whisper made him force down his false sense of hope that maybe America means it in a different way, but he knows deep in his mind that America just loved him only as a dear friend.

Man, feelings suck ass.

"I felt like a brick falling right now," He muttered turning back at his sketchpad, instantly souring his own mood, He should stop acting like this...
"Can't blame you, her voice is boring." He leaned back to Miss India who is more focused on the book than looking at her students, not even noticing half of the class are not even listening to her.

Philip squinted his eyes at the American "You have no shame to call our teacher boring, aren't you?" America shrugged "Look, you are starting to close off from the world and I bet it's because of miss India's voice." He pointed out "And plus, look around you. look at that guy." He moved a little to see Myanmar's eyes struggling to open, her head swaying from the lack of energy she has and only tiredness held her tightly.

Philip's brows furrowed "Now that's just sad." he gazes back at the American who snickered quietly "Your gonna be like him in a few minutes." Philip scoffs quietly at that "I would but we're at the first row, not really sneaky and shit." America grinned widely "So what you are saying is, if the teacher ain't seeing shit, you'll sleep. Whose the shameful one now?" Philip narrowed his eyes at him.

"I thought you're a stand-up model student."

"Where did you get that idea? rather be a nude model than that." Philip asked, slightly bewildered.

"Can't blame you, being a nude model would be awesome if you have this body of mine."

America mischievously smiled while gesturing his body, wearing his pride on his sleeves. The Filipino's eyes dilated in shock yet still tasted the incoming wave of gayness he has to endure again.
He grimaces disgustingly, pretending to be upset, even though he is but for a different reason.

America's mouth quirked a bit, stifling his laugh silently. He pointed.

"Lmao, your face though."

"Shut the fuck up, you egotistical, nihilistic with no taste, bastard."