Red Strings

Whoops

It's short, sorry. Enjoy!
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I've only hit America few times not counting wars. It wasn't even that long ago that I slapped him hard. This time...this time I hit him a bit too hard. I'm not even going to defend myself. I regret it anyway. Though, he did scare me, so it was out instinct.

Anyway, for the man that's stronger than a brick wall (and just as dense), I managed to knock him down. He is now on the floor whining in pain. While I'm apologizing at such a rapid rate that I'm not even sure I'm forming words anymore.

Where did I hit him? Well...somewhere no one would want to be hit. I should probably get him some ice.

I ran to my kitchen grabbed a pack of ice and ran back. It took a few minutes for me to even get him to calm down. Thankfully, he listened and he seems so relieved.

"Sorry." I apologized once again.

"No, it's fine."

"No, it's not."

"It's fine, I mean, all you did was hit me in the balls—yeah, I guess you're right."

"Sorry."

"Geez man, don't apologize so much."

"Bu-"

"It's fine. But you do owe me one."

"Fair enough." Then there was silence. A long and awkward silence.

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You know what, I'm not going to tell you who I am..

Why?

I wanna see the look on your face when you find out.

Rude.

It's not rude! It's just fun!

You remind of someone.

Maybe I do, maybe I don't.

Just tell me!

Never.

Rude.

You have no idea...well have fun suddenly waking up!

Wait what?!

Jolted awake once again. Well, at least I'm learning more about the voice. America was watching me.

"Are you okay?" Let me think, I keep hearing this weird voice, I went completely insane, and then...no. I'm not okay. That's not what I said though.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Really? 'Cause I found your research. What are you looking for exactly?" I said the first thing that came to mind. I regret it.

"Stuff."

"Okay?"

He eventually left. I kind of wish he didn't, but I can't keep him here forever. Now, time to go back to my insanity. Where was I? Oh right.