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Chapter 33- We meet again...

America and Britain were at a cafe together, Britain looking out the window like he was waiting for someone, and America rambling on about some dude he saw blowing up people's devices for £15.

"--like people pay for that stuff? If I wanted to blow up my phone, I'd do it myself for free!" Nearly toppling over his drink, he did dramatic hand gestures to show how passionate he was about this topic.

"I don't think people have explosives just lying around mate," Britain half-mumbled, stirring his own drink with his straw and resting his cheek in his hand, still not looking at America.

"You know, I think people should blow up their fridges instead, think of the inevitable trend you'll start!" America's voice turned dream-like as he relaxed back in his chair. "And if you post it online? The sweet, sweet, money..."

Strangely enough, Britain was only brought back to reality when America stopped talking.

"Huh?" He suddenly looked at America like he saw him for the first time.

America stopped fantasizing, leaning forward in his chair again. "Fridges! People should blow up fridges," he finger gunned at Britain like that made him any less confused.

"You what, mate?" Britain narrowed his eyes.

"You weren't listening were you,"

"I was half-hearing you," Britain took the straw out of the cup, downing it whole. He licked off the excess around his mouth.

"Oh well," America shrugged. "Anyway, why were you looking out the window like some edgy main character."

Britain hesitated. "The weather's nice?"

In return, America raised an eyebrow at him, then looking out the window and looking back at him soon after.

"It's nothing special, but yeah I guess?" America took a sip of his drink.

Britain mentally sighed in relief.

He had pondered whether to tell America about the whole thing with him and Germany. It would definitely be easier to do so since he didn't have to make up a fake excuse every time America asked about him, but America had a big mouth, and as much as he wants to be loyal to his allies, he's not the best at keeping secrets. So Britain decided against it.

"I saw man bought new paint," Britain was referring to when he witnessed a few cans of a brighter blue paint near the bathroom door. He was meaning to ask America about it, but he didn't get the chance until now.

America smiled sheepishly. "That's for the outside walls,"

Britain gave him a look that said what the fuck?

"I know I painted it last year but I'm... not feeling it anymore," America furrowed his brow, holding his drink closer to him.

"Didn't your therapist tell you to keep a diary?"

"Not big enough,"

Britain cracked a smile. "You never change, do you,"

"Why would I? I'm only changing the things that're weighing me down," America finished his drink, taking Britain's empty cup with his own and moving towards the nearest bin. "Once I'm good, I'll be unstoppable!" He yelled back, catching the attention of many people sitting near him.

"I'll be counting on you," Britain yelled back, wondering how on earth America could be so confident about his recovery. He didn't seem so sure when Britain waved him off to therapy. Maybe it's a way of coping?

After a while, they packed it in for the day and left the cafe. At this point, America was rambling on about something else this time. Damn, this guy never runs out of words.