Flora Without Fauna (countryhumans x reader)

Chapter 4: GOAL!

this chapter is gonna be a longer chapter, its the rest of the week with America. But i didnt want you all to be bored with just watching the world cup, so there is more. Then we get into the fun stuff :)

 There will be cencored words in this chapter, i must warn you.

Love ya!

#ripCanada (world cup)

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-America's pov-

-day 2 at his house (day one was last night)-

"GOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAALLLLLL HAHAHAH SCREW YOU SAUDI ARABIA" (not really tho, no offence) a farmiliar female/male voice yells

Ugh, i guess i can just get up now, hearing y/n go on over this game. Why are they so freaking loud?

I get up and change into my clothes for the day. When i enter the living room, y/n is wearing a red and white t-shirt with red leggings. Their right cheek has a red and white stripe on it (so sorry if you like saudi arabia, you can change the outfit and makeup to your liking.)

"Guess someone here is patriotic huh?" I say.

"Oh ame, good morning! How was your night?"

"It was ok, yours?"

"it was also fine, thanks for asking."

"So, you're rooting for poland ( /saudi Arabia) i see. He's cool."

"Yeah. So happy that they are winning(or sad that they are losing- i think you get it now)"

-few hours later of watching the world Cup, im lazy-

I check my watch. 3:30 already?! I need to manage my time better.

"Heyyy y/n, do you want lunch now?"

"Sure" they reply, wiping their face free from the colored makup.

(I really wanna get to the next part of the story, im so so so sorry if you wanted to watch y/n and America watch the World Cup)

-day 5-

I closely observe y/n's backpack

Sunflowers

Clear

More sunflowers.

Clear

Red roses

Wait, we cant have that.

I bet (unknown) wouLd be unhappy abOut this. And i must admit, im unhappy too. Wait, why would i be? That bastard, i don't even like him. Why would i agree with him?

The blood in my Veins boils likE a tea kettle on dad's stove when i see this

I clench my fists, knowing this wont be an easy battle. But what can i do?

Then, a soft hand ruffles my hair

"Hey bud, what do you need from my backback?"

"Oh, nothing, just uh...i like the style."

"Me too. United gave it to me"

Wait, what is going on? I know that y/n isnt mine to control, but why am i so mad over these roses? Maybe its just...

"Hellooo? Ame? Ok sir look, im sorry, but this is not a Wendys..so reply to me!"

"Earth to america?"

"Guess I'll have to take that oil with me.."

"What?" I guess they must have been calling me.

"what has gotten into you, is something wrong?"

"No, im just...thinking"