America was on the couch staring at all the pictures his friends and family were posting of them with their SOs and secret admirers. Britain and France were celebrating their long-lasting marriage, Texas and Quebec were having a cute lil baking date, Florida and Nekomi were playing with explosives, and America felt rather jealous.
"Ames, my homie, mi carnal, my main man, you good?" Mexico asked. America sighed.
"Yeah... I guess single life is being a b*tch today...," America said. Mexico grabbed America's phone away from him and sat down next to him on the couch.
"Ok, you may be single, but you still got the boys! Nadas at work right now but.... ummm....," Mexico said, looking around. Suddenly Soviet walked in the room.
"Hey, what does 'lit' mean? Russia won't stop saying it," Soviet said.
"Soviet! Perfect! Let's have a boys day!" Mexico exclaimed.
"Why? Oh, cause Ames a little baby and his heart's broken?" Soviet said. Mexico threw his shoe at Soviet.
"WE'RE HERE FOR ENCOURAGEMENT DAMMIT!! Now, Canada taught me all the ways he copes with sadness. So, time to rub some mud on your face," Mexico exclaimed, dragging America to the bathroom. America sighed.
"Ok.... Sov, can you get me some whiskey?" America asked.
"No! No alcohol! That leads to bad decisions! Make that a coffee, Sov," Mexico said. Soviet shrugged and made America some coffee. Mexico helped America put on a face mask and slapped some cucumbers on his eyes for aesthetic purposes. Now America was chilling on the couch while Mexico was reading up on how to get over your single-ness.
"Ok, we got some Taylor swift and Adele on, now for step two... scoping for options.... who will it be Ame?" Mexico asked.
"Ughhhhh I dunno, there's so little people in my specific age group, other than you and some South Americans," America said.
"That's fine, we can worry about that step later, they don't have to be in order after all! Step three... try something new! What's something you haven't tried before?" Mexico asked. America chuckled.
"I dunno... I think I've seen it all.... oh! I've never had pineapple pizza! Mostly because I think it's weird...," America said.
"Nada has some in the fridge! Sov!" Mexico exclaimed.
"Already on it," Soviet said, heating up the pizza.
"While we wait for that, step four... discover your relationship needs. So?" Mexico said.
"Hmm ok... well... someone who's always readily available.... who can be by my side right when I need him... who shares my interest while still having his own quirks... a good sense of humor, obviously.... and someone who doesn't mind the crazy sh*t I do," America said.
"Goals," Mexico agreed, giving America a high-five. "Ok, next step, show yourself compassion, take it away!"
"I'M GOOD ENOUGH, I'M SMART ENOUGH, AND GOD DAMN IT PEOPLE LIKE ME!!" America exclaimed, giving himself a hug.
"Awesome! Next step... go out! How about the three of us go somewhere fun?" Mexico exclaimed.
"I got nothing better to do," Soviet said, handing America a slice of pineapple pizza. America nodded and took a bite of the pizza.
"Hey, not so bad!" America exclaimed, going for another bite.
And so, the boys were off.
They went to a forest/park place or whatever and ate some num-nums that Phil made for them, because Mexico called and told him that Ame was upset. And idk, Phil felt bad. He's a nice guy, let him be nice.
