ICELAND WASN'T A HAPPY BOY, HE WAS A PANICKING BOY
He ran up to Hong Kong and dragged him to his bed.
"H-HONG KONG?! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" He could feel tears streaming down his cheeks.
Hong Kong was not awake, however...
Iceland grabbed his phone and called the ambulance. They said they would arrive soon.
Iceland tried to wake Hong Kong up, but it was no use. He checked his pulse; fortunately, it was still there.
"UGH!! WHAT CAN I DO?!" the Icelandic thought to himself. "CPR?! N-NO... THIS ISN'T TIME FOR THAT, ICELAND. FOCUS, ICELAND... FOCUS, GODDAMMIT"
He suddenly heard the ambulance alarms outside of the house, and soon, two paramedics burst in Hong Kong's room and carried him away. Iceland of course followed.
They rested him on one of those ambulance carts-
That has a name... I can't remember now... um... beds with wheels... uh... fuck I KNOW IT I JUST CAN'T REMEMBER FUCK
ANYWAY-
They rested him on that and pushed it into the ambulance. Iceland was about to get in as well when he suddenly felt a tug at his jacket. He turned around slowly...
It was China
Holy shiiiit
When you spent almost two whole months writing the previous chapter and then you just publish a shitty chapter that took three minutes to write...
