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Oh my, here we are, back at it again

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Third person POV
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The sun rose, as it fill light into the room. There was a person in the bed sleeping heavily, but their good sleep was ruined, by the light burning them,

"Agh!" They whined

They sat up, grabbing the blanket covering themself.

A sound of the vibration could be heard on the table, the person uncovered themself, trying to reach their phone,

They struggled to find their phone,

A few struggles later, they got their phone. They slowly put their phone close to their ear

"H-hello?" Their tiredness could be heard in it's voice.

"Hey America! I know it's early in the morning, but uhh, can you come over.. tonight?" The cheerful voice was heard in the phone

" Uh, sure? Also why do you ask? I always come over every night"

" UHHHHH GOTTA BLAST HAVEANICEDAY-"

The call ended, America sat there, confused on what is going on with his brother. Yes America has a brother, both of them are still in contact. Except their parents..

He put his phone down, stretching his back, to hear a few pops. As they were done with that, he turned his body going off the bed, his feet touching the cold floor, he stood up making his way to the toilet which was outside of his room.

His room was a simple room, a small room, he and his brother used to share the house, but when it was college, he had to go and move there. America was fine with it, but he did miss the feeling of sending his brother to his school.

(Here's what his room looks like)

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(Here's what his room looks like)

America came back, with his clothes in his arm hanging on, while the towel wraps around his hip, their hair dripping a few drops of water. They threw their clothing into a bucket/bag where he put his dirty clothing at. He turned his body going through his closet, trying to get ready for work. He picked out a hoodie cream coloured.

(ITS CALLED THAT WAY-)

Grabbed black jeans and lastly a white coloured mask.
He slowly put on his boxers, while the towel was now hanging onto the hanger on the wall. He took his clothing putting them all on. He comb his hair, trying to put make it go back but it was really fluffy it doesn't work, he usually use a cap to cover the hair that kept covering his eyes, he instead use a hair rubber band tying it up at the back,

 He comb his hair, trying to put make it go back but it was really fluffy it doesn't work, he usually use a cap to cover the hair that kept covering his eyes, he instead use a hair rubber band tying it up at the back,

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(How do I explain that hairstyle-)

There might still be hair there but America is lazy to find his missing caps, (lol) he grabbed his mask putting them, unlocking the door, keys in his hand, but before he could go, he needs to put on his contacts, to hide the blue ocean eyes. He have heterochromia. It's rare this days due to them being killed and wanted for having one. It's unsure if there is more out there. Americas one of them, wanting to find someone that's like him.

After that he went out, to work.
He walked though the woods, following the path, even though he's been here so many times, he always get lost his way out. Tall buildings fading into view, sound of cars and people could be heard, the trees fading away from view, he has made to his destination. They checked their surroundings to make sure he isn't followed like last time. He then started running . He wasn't being followed he's just
'shit shit shit! IM LATE FOR WORKK!' He screamed to himself in thoughts.





America sighed in relief, he was lucky that his boss was sick today and wasn't there to yell at him for being late again. America straighten his back, seeing someone coming to his way.

"Yo Ame what's up dude!"

"Phil! It's nice to see you!"

Philippine and America hug with eachother. As they apart their hug, Philippines lead America to the counter. "Our last customer was a Karen too" "damn, did she threw her drink or sumthin? "
" Oh she did threw the drink at boss, before they went back home due to sickness, shes banned from coming back" Philippines explained the story. " Glad that she was banned, we don't have to hear her complaints anymore. "

Philippine checked his watch to see it was already 12:34.
" Oh damn, looks like I have to go now, see ya in a bit America! " Philippine said, running off to the exit. America stood there lefted alone." Welp, looks like it's time to work I guess. "

It was now 5:20, the sunset setting, One of the employee went to flip the sign to 'Closed'

"You waiting for someone?" America was sent back to reality.
America turn his head to see who asked him the question. It was the employee that flipped the sign. "Oh I'm not, just.. watching the sunset before leaving." They nodded before going back to the kitchen. America got up dusting off non existent dust. He made his way exiting the door.

America's now making his way to Canada's apartment. There was nobody around him, America took his contacts off as his tired of it. Listening to songs while walking down the sidewalk. He enjoys when nobodys around, just him alone.
America shut his eyes, humming the lyric.

As America was walking, he didn't notice that someone was going on the same path. This cause both of them to accidently bumping eachother.
"Hey, watch where your-.." that's when, America eyes was exposed to that one person.

America wide in shock, his not wearing eye contact. They both made eye contact, everything was silent between them. Everything froze, for the stranger. America looked in those brownish-yellow eyes.
"U-uh, please don't tell anyone about t-this." America said causing the other to snap back in reality. The other nodded, which made America confused on why he's actually listening. The stranger just stood there,
'wait, why am I actually listening..? ' America tilt his head,
"Uh, hello?" 'WHAT AM I DOING?'

The stranger moved himself aside to give America way. America eyes onto the other, unsure on what the strangers about to do. Instead of walking away. America decide to stood in front of him. America wraps his arm as he's feeling cold .
"Who. Are you ?"
America just felt the urge to say that. The stranger looked down in a confusion.

"Uhm, I'm Russia."




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Yea I think we'll just end it right there- SORRY TO END IT OFF THIS WAY

Just rethinking my life decisions rn.

Have a wonderful day people :D

<3

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