Mexico was walking through the store, getting some yummy snacks and stuff. While walking, he felt the uncomfortable urge to cough some more. Once it got too much to bear, Mexico began coughing, three flower petals falling onto his arm.
"Mex? Are you ok?" Mexico heard someone ask. He turned around and saw Brazil.
"Oh, I'm good, just dying slowly," Mexico said.
"Aren't we all? What's killing you?" Brazil asked.
"Some sorta fictional disease. Well, it was fictional...," Mexico said.
"Ah, I see, what's so special about it?" Brazil asked.
"Well, I gotta flower growing in my lungs now apparently," Mexico said.
"Damn bro, how does that work?" Brazil asked. Mexico shrugged.
"No clue, but I can get it removed with surgery- if there is any surgeon who knows how to help," Mexico said.
"Why is there a flower in you in the first place man? You inhaled some seeds or something?" Brazil asked.
"Nah, that's the weird part. It's because I'm a victim of unrequited love. The flower just appeared naturally," Mexico said.
"Damn, can I get an x-ray of that?" Brazil asked.
"That's a good idea... just to confirm how f*cked I am," Mexico said.
"Well, does your crush know about this?" Brazil asked. Mexico shook his head.
"Nah, not yet. Even if he did, I wouldn't tell him it was his fault- well, I guess it's not really anyone's fault," Mexico said.
"What if you just... get over your crush?" Brazil asked.
"Hm... I dunno, it's worth a shot I guess... but I have a feeling that as long as we're friends I'm not gonna fully get over it," Mexico said.
"Well, don't be friends then! Take some time apart!" Brazil exclaimed.
"Hmm... I'll try. Maybe it'll work," Mexico said.
"Yeah, oh! By the way, me and some other Latin Americans are gonna hang out later at the mall. You wanna join?" Brazil asked. Mexico shrugged.
"Eh, sure, why not? Who's going?" Mexico said.
"Puerto Rico, Argentina, Peru, and Venezuela," Brazil said.
"Ok, cool," Mexico said.
Meanwhile, America was at an office doing office things. Suddenly, Germany walked up to him.
"Hey Ame... uh.... have you taken a break?" Germany asked.
"What what's a break why don't you break go away," America said.
"....you should take a break," Germany said.
"Oh wow I really must be working too hard if you're telling me to take a break no thanks though I'm good," America said.
"Your father wants you to take a break," Germany said.
"My father needs to mind his own business," America said.
"This is his business. Take a break," Germany said.
"F*ck you," America said. Germany grabbed America's arm and dragged him away from his desk. England saw this and started helping. The two of them dragged America out of the office and to Germany's car.
"We're going to the mall whether you like it or not," Germany said.
"But-,"
"No," England said.
