❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭...❞

❝𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦...?❞

ℂ𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕕𝕒'𝕤 ℙ𝕆𝕍

Curiosity awfully overwhelmed me as I thought about yesterday's situation and my odd therapist, who makes me feel a certain way.

Ukraine seemed really secretive yesterday since I talked about that therapist.

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'It's strange how similar they look and the fact that Ukraine unexpectedly seemed very shaken up, agitated and defensive yesterday was off... Something is off but—...'

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'I can't put a finger on it'

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I sough as I cross my arms and sit on my bed, thinking..

'It's more suspicious that Ukraine is not telling me anything because I know for a fact, that he knows something about this UIA guy, he says that he doesn't, but his face says otherwise, disproving his 'honesty'... Why– can't he just tell me?!. Is it because of personal reasons?– Am I being too pushy—'

My thoughts immediately got interrupted by my immature older brother bursting in—

"YOO-HOO~!", He yells in a squeaky, screeching ass, forced-ass, chipmunk-seeming voice. I without a thought, snarled painfully in response as this inhuman forced voice touched my eardrums. "Do you like my female voice?! I've been practising for a while-", I cut him off, saying sternly, "H a h a, that was FUCKING bloodcurdling, I have almost gone deaf, that's the worst 'female impression' I've ever heard".

His eyes widen and his jaw drops, "Did your balls drop?!", He asks in disbelief. I huff in annoyance before calmly replying, "Actually they dropped a VERY long time ago Ame". I obviously noticed that he looked more idiotically shocked, I roll my eyes.

"Please tell me you're joking", Ame blurts out with a baffled face. "I'm positive", I reply sternly. Ame wiggles his eyebrows at me as a shit-eating grin forms on his face, "You sureee.....?", He responds cheekily. "DUH", I yell out at him. He flinched in return and turned over to Mexico who somehow was here the whole time and then yells in almost forced shock, "DO YOU BELIEVE IT MEX?!– NADA'S BALLS DROPPED?!", The Mexican gasps in fake shock too, I guess he's playing along with this bullshit situation. "Brother– this isn't funny-"

I got interrupted by both of the rats chortling their asses off. "MEX?!- HOW ARE YOU EVEN HERE-?!", Mexico responds still chuckling slightly, "My family came here to visit this mutt". "Don't call me that—"

"Guess what", Mexico interrupts

"What?", I question

"I don't care!", Mexico grins

I grunted irritatingly at his bitchy response, I don't even want his presence to be in the room. I saw Mex and USA fist bump each other and then turn to me and flip me off. I feel heat well up in my gut and soon the heat created has spread all around my body, my anger engulfs me, and my stomach churns as my muscles tense. USA and Mexico take notice and they gulp slightly in discomfort and slight dread, so they went silent, and everything went awkward. Until Ame nervously speaks up, "You know what, me and Mex are going to the kitchen to make Enchiladas, so if you need us we are th-there- okay—", I nod slowly in response as Mex and US rush out of the room.

I sigh in relief, as I feel myself cool down, I then lay back in my bed as questionable thoughts fill my head, "Who is he...?", I mumble.

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'He seems strange, yet sinister, but Ukraine is not telling me anything about him, is this a Jekyll and Hyde situation...?'

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'I need to find out'