-Discontinued- Proving a Point ||CountryHumans|| *(Au in desc)

Chapter 29- Up to speed

Art block is gone for a bit👆
Also idk how I feel about how I drew Germany:0

Okay on with the chapter

"You know, the meeting will be over by the time you get back," Britain told America as he exited the car, shutting the door firmly behind him. He leaned over to the open window so he could look through.

"5 minutes! You can time me," America said confidently.

"You know man won't do that,"

America flashed him his usual grin. "Exactly."

Britain let out an exasperated sigh, getting up and stepping away from the car. "Aight, but you have to be here at the end atleast, man's my ride home."

"Yeahh I can manage that, dude," America started up the engine again. "See ya!"

The car sped away, leaving the Brit in a cloud of engine fumes and dust.

...

America knocked on the door. It was to an apartment in some low-class area in their town. America usually wouldn't go places like this, but he'd had an epiphany only a week prior and he deemed it necessary if he was going to put things right.

The door creaked open, only stopped by the chain lock attached to their door. A timid face peaked through the small gap it created.

"Hello?" They said, before recognising America and instantly changing their demeanour.

They unlocked the chain immediately, swung the door wide open and almost bowed down in respect. "Boss! I didn't expect you to be here, I'm so sorry, did I miss an email? I'm so-"

"No no, I'm here to apologise," America interrupted, sounding clean-cut. This was typical of him in the workplace.

"Huh?" They were taken aback. "Why?"

America's dignified stature faltered. "I shouldn't have cut your salary, it was dumb of me and it could've ruined you financially- knowing what um, you guys have to deal with."

Much to his surprise, they smiled. "Yeah, I was about to get evicted if I didn't pay my rent on time,"

The pang of guilt clawed at his insides and was on its way to eat him up whole. "Well, I'm here to give you back the money you deserve, Allen," he said with finality, reaching into his pockets and taking out more bills than he could count. "Take it."

They stared at it in awe. "F-for me?"

"Yes,"

"But I don't work as hard..."

"You've worked hard enough," America protested, this time more desperate. "Please, you're gonna make me feel worse than I do right now."

Looking at it one more time, they took it, looking astonished at the wealth they'd acquired in 5 seconds.

They gulped. "Uhm, I don't know what to say..."

America looked away, scratching his neck. "I pay you guys less than you need anyway, you don't need to say anything,"

Allen glanced at the cash in their hands, promptly stuffing it in their pocket. "Okay, one more thing,"

America raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"I didn't hear you say sorry,"

"Sorry," America said, merely repeating the word. He ended up sounding very unapologetic.

"Don't say it like that,"

"Like what?" America couldn't understand what he was doing wrong.

"Say it like you mean it,"