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I got home completely miserable and red, I just couldn't believe that happened. My mind is already turning because of it. I don't know how to react or should say this.
"(Y/n)?" I suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from the kitchen, that's when I knew he might be asking something ridiculous.
"(Y/n), you're home late-" Poland came out then saw me from this kind of state.
"You look like drench from the rain." He look at me suspiciously.
"It's not even raining.." I corrected the weather.
"I mean like, you're hopeless."
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|Poland's POV|
She's late...she said she'll be home before dinner. She's a liaaaarrrr. I wonder where she went...
How many months has it been? How many pain did I carry?
"Poland!"
The voice ringing in my ear comforts me as if the person was here with me.
I then heard a bang from the door. I'm guessing that (Y/n) is here. I came out of the kitchen looking for her.
That's when I know that face of hers. Completely red and...well pissed.
"Don't even think about it." She glared.
I blink a few times then burst out a laugh.
"Yeah, yeah. Have you eaten dinner by the way?" I walk towards her as I help her take off her jacket off from the back.
"I haven't." As (Y/n) sniff a bit she looks excited about it.
"Ooh, what's for dinner?" She look at me.
"Seriously? You can't even remember smelling your own favourite food?" I flick her forehead.
She pouted upon she rubs her head. I couldn't help but smile.
"I'm no dog." She then went straight to the dining room.
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Looking at (Y/n) eating makes me comfortable somehow, yet she looks disappointed.
"Stop staring," She said.
Well that caught my complete attention upon I look away with a slight blush.
|Your POV|
Seeing him looked away from me gives me a smooth vibes somehow. While chewing my own good, I suddenly heard a phone rang on Poland's pocket as he pick it up then went outside for awhile.
I was curious about it so decided to follow him from behind. He usually don't mind me just following him, that makes me happy.
"This is Poland speaking." He answered.
"Wait what?...Look America how many times have I told you that I am not picking you up ever again late at night." He sigh.
America?...Oh...Poland always be the one picking up that crazy player.
"Drink with who?...What the fuck— Fine fine! I'm picking you up! But I'm telling you this! This will be the last time!!" Then he hang up.
"What was that about?." I curiously said.
"Some gang almost beat that asshole up. Damn it, I'm gonna have to leave you again alone here." He facepalm with a disappointment.
"What's wrong leaving me here home alone?" I tilted.
"Well that's....I'm worried.." he look away.
"W-Well then! I'll see you later! I don't want that guy wait!" He grab his own jacket then left.
That was weird. Worried? True he treats me like a kid...but this time! I'll be the boss around the apartment! Hehe!
I proudly smirk at myself.
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Offu— It's been a long time ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
I haven't much updated since the...um...family situation went hyped.. especially school projects that I'm working on.
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