That awkward moment when your mom walks in on you writing fanfiction. So sorry this a bit late. I was unmotivated.
NOW ON TO THE STORY!
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Three seconds. That's how much time passed until he pulled away. We looked at each other for a few seconds until he just got up and ran out of the room. He kissed me. I just laid there and stared blankly at the ceiling. Mainly because I was still tied to the bed. Asshole. Western nations are so rude. At least that's what I've learned from my experiences. Well for now I'll just have to wait.
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The door burst open and there stood America letting out a string of apologies. He once again started to untie me. When he was done, I sat up. Sleeping in the same position is not good for my back. I can already feel the pain rolling in. Ah, there it is.
"America."
"Yeah?"
"Can you get out of my room?" I looked at him and waited. This is place that no one can ever be in unless I say so. Slowly, he backed out of the room. When the door closed, I relaxed. Why him of all people? What was going through my head when I was drunk? What was I thinking when I decided to drink? I know I was tired but I didn't know I was that tired.
Well I better go and question America a little more. But first I'm going to scream into a pillow really quick.
ABOUT TEN MINUTES LATER
His obnoxious laughter rang through my ears only causing my headache to hurt more. "It was so funny!" Yes me punching a hole in a wall is very funny. Now I kind of wish it was his face instead of the wall.
"Could you not laugh so loud?" I squeaked out. His laughter died down eventually. What a relief! "Don't you have somewhere to be?" He thought for less than a second.
"Actually you're right, I should probably get going." He kissed my cheek and practically ran out of the house. He. Kissed. My. Cheek. Why did I like it? I am so confused right now. I should ask someone about this but who?
There's Canada but he's America's brother. Hungary? Wait no. I am so confused already now I don't even know what to do!
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So who do you guys think he should call?
Well when you're in danger who do you call?
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