"Are you sure you aren't craving tacos?" America asked. The trio were sitting on the couch, worrying about their lack of a craving.
"I-I... I don't know... I...," Mexico stuttered.
"Holy sh*t..... the worlds ending, isn't it?" Canada exclaimed. The trio looked at each other, unsteady. Suddenly, a loud crash rang out.
"F*CK!" America screamed, the trio grabbing onto each other for comfort.
"F*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck I can't die yet I'm too young-," Mexico said. America took a deep breath.
"Ok... how do you stop the end of the world?" America asked.
"I don't know... I'll look it up," Canada said. "Nah that didn't help... just sad things about climate change...," Canada said.
"Ughhhh, we need to stop an apocalypse right now though...," America said.
"..... maybe we should just accept that this is it?" Mexico said. The trio glanced at each other in fear.
A few minutes later, they were hanging out in the living room, Canada was definitely NOT doing weed, while America and Mexico were getting drunk.
"Y'know, we're dating now, that's craaaazy," America said.
"Yeaaaah guess Nekomi was right," Mexico said.
"She always issssssss shhhhhiiiiiiii why is she a cat?! Her mom wasn't, and I don't know her father. I feel like I know the answer here but I don't want it to be truuuueee," America said. Mexico whined and cuddled up next to America.
"My brain hurts, we weren't built to think," Mexico said.
"Guuuuuuuuyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyysssssssss the fsdfgffdsssdfcfhbvfdd," Canada said.
"Make sense you high b*tch," Mexico said. America started crying.
"How could you say that about him??" America cried. Mexico hugged America.
"I didn't mean it plsss don't take the kidssss," Mexico said. Suddenly, another crash shook the house. The trio screamed and clutched onto each other.
"We're gonna die.... I haven't even had kids yet," Mexico cried.
"Can I help?" America asked.
"NEITHER OF US ARE GURLS YOU IDIOT," Mexico exclaimed.
"What if..... cut off pp," Canada said.
"I don wanna be a girrrrllll," America cried. Canada started crying because America was crying, and Mexico was crying because he knew he would never have children of his own.
A few hours later, the trio were regaining their composure.
"Ok, we built a pillow fort and we got some nerf guns with thumbtacks glued onto the bullets.... are we ok...?" America said. Suddenly, there was another crash.
"F*CK! STOP IT!" Mexico yelled at the sky.
"What do we do? Should we... play truth or dare?" Canada asked.
"I... I guess so," America said.
