Yours To Manipulate

Chapter 8: Arguments

✯United States of America✯

I huff as I blew out the smoke from my cigarette

«"You lying bitch!"»

Did I really go too far?

I groan as I sip my liquor.

And she had the audacity to cut ties with me. The only thing that she kept were the military ties.

Suddenly, I hear my phone ring.

Bitch is calling. . .

"Ah, speaking of the devil. . ."

I hum as I picked up the phone.

"America."

"Phila, do you need anything?"

"I'm coming over tomorrow."

I choke as I almost spit out my liquor.

"What?"

"I'm coming over tomorrow. There's something we need to discuss. ."

"Ah. Alright. I'll have D.C. schedule you an appointment then."

And just like that, she hung up after she tells me what she needed.

I sigh and wipe my lips as I fiddled with the edges of my phone.

"I wonder what that bitch needs. . ."

❀Phila❀

I hum as I placed my phone back down and start eating away my cravings

America and I have known each other longer than anyone might think.

We've known each other way before 1898.

I yawn at the thought, my eyes becoming heavy.

Goddammit, not now! I'm still eating buko pie!

✪North Korea✪

I yawn as I stare at my ally who's casually sitting on my sofa while drinking his tea as if he didn't just wake me up at 3:00 in the morning.

I cross my arms and legs

"So, aren't you going to explain to me why you're here AT THREE IN THE MORNING?!"

He sighs and places his tea cup down on the saucer.

"North, your temper. Watch it."

He warned with a low tone. I roll my eyes and lean back on the sofa.

"I still deserve an explanation."

"And one you shall have."

"Well hurry up then. Before I end up falling asleep mid-sentence"