countryhumans Stories And Oneshots Because Why Not?

let me hold you (rewrite)

Yes
Another one.

Enjoy ig

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The dim light at the side of the room illuminated the place. A table with two chairs across from eachother.
They were occupied by two men.
One looked at the other with annoyance and hatred.
The other kept talking nonstop.

When the first man had had enough he sat up and looked at the other.

"50/50."

The other looked at him surprised.

"Seriously? This would be the first time in a while that you share equally with me." he smirked.

The first man just sighed quietly and extended his hand. His face emotionless as he reviewed the bargain mentally almost regretting being so assertive. But,after all,how hard could sharing be? His entire country was built upon this philosophy. So he spoke again.

"Deal?"

The other laughed. His smile almost reaching his ears as he shook the offered hand.

"You're a man of few words. But yeah,i don't see why not." he answered.

The other just scoffed,fighting back a smirk of his own.

"Believe me,i would much prefer not having to share,capitalist pig. But it's been a while since you offered me a new playground."

Years later....

Driiiiin..........Driiiiiin......

"Hello?"

It was dark outside.
A phone call kept reverberating through the room just moments before he had to go out.
And obviously,it was his father.

"I'm sorry son,but since you went away to live on your own i've been anxious all over!" said the man on the phone with a nervous,but also happy,voice.

"I know dad." said the boy while playing with the phone string.
The phone was an old fashioned one given to him by his father when he had become an adult,and he hadn't gotten rid of it since then.
He had it simply because he liked it,even though it WAS unnerving sometimes to not be able to walk all around the house while talking through it. It didn't make it any less functional,however.
"But you don't have to worry about me. I'm old enough to live on my own now. Plus,we already discussed about this."

"I knowww! Don't call me out again!" the man sighed. "I just love my baby soooooo much! Too much! You can't just expect me NOT to call you everyday! It's been a week! A terrible week without you! I've been going over and over through your baby photos!"

"Dad!" the boy shouted,his face red like a matured tomato. "You can't just say something like that!"

"Something like what?" came a third voice just an inch away from his ear.

The boy screamed.
Then he turned towards said voice with a very irritated expression.

"JAPAN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD-!"

"Which one? You know i have plenty of 'em." the third voice,Japan,spoke while giving him a big sly smile.

"South?! Is everything alright?! Do i need to get you away from a murderer?!" came the dad's agitated response to the scream.

South just sighed and picked up the phone from where he had dropped it on the floor.
"Everything's fine,dad. Japan just gave me a scare." he responded,scratching his head through his short but well kept hair.

"Ohayō,America!" said Japan while getting closer to the phone.

"Oh,Japan." America sighed,finally calming down. "Don't give my poor boy a scare like that ever again. He could get hurt! Or worse,he could get wrinkles faster!"