America laid lazily in his bed, scrolling through youtube and occasionally checking to see if he had gotten any texts.
nothing.
he grimaced and set his phone down. he stared at the ceiling with a blank gaze. I can't feel nothing at all... he wanted to turn on his side but he hadn't. His gaze shifted to a particular area in his room, though he tried to avoid looking there. no! not now, not today.
it's quite quiet.
he frowned deeply and slowly looked over to the dreaded desk. he sat up, already regretting what he was going to do, but he couldn't help it. he walked over to the desk, pulled out the drawer, and reached inside for something.
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America lounged around a small party with a soft smile lingering on his face. don't get me wrong, this is enjoyable, I'm just... tired. he didn't know a select few people, but they seemed to know him and they were whispering among themselves.
"America, sweet is addicted to the knife"
"Addicted to the knife?"
"Addicted to the knife!"
"Addicted to the knife, he needs a little help with agony"
"Agony?"
a few others started to join in on the conversation, most likely they mean to joke around, but it didn't feel so.
"and a little help comes in a gun pressed against his anatomy!"
"And when the gun goes off-"
"Mr. Sweet is ready for surgery!"
"Surgery?"
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this was short, but this song made me wanna write something for a while... soooo :p
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Countryhumans short stories (because fuck my sanity!)
Fanfictionthis is mainly because I get so many random Ideas but nowhere to really put them, soooo... THIS EXISTS! (first few chapter are probably gonna be reposts of oc shorts)
