Vietnam made his way to the forest looking out for any spies or enemies trying to infiltrate the base when he saw something glowing slightly in a yellowing golden color.... He frowned as he spoke, his voice in different yet there was longing "Philippines...... " He said his voice firm as his finger rested on the trigger of his pistol.... Even though before the war him and the Filipino countryhuman were so close that they were siblings.... War is war... Kill or get killed.... Even if violence isn't always the answer, it will always be one of the solutions