(It's time for the revile of who the trouble trio is!)
The trouble trio immediately got off of Texas when they hit the wall. They didn't know how hurt he was, but they all assumed that he had glass in his skin.
America immediately got up; grabbing his bag. He knelt down to Texas immediately getting his back off the wall to see the damage.
"What happened?!?!" America asked the trouble trio.
"We had set up a bunch of fireworks... we didn't realize we were right in front of them when they went off. Texas jumped and grabbed us when they went off, and shielded us from any harm. We didn't know it would happen. We're sorry..." Louisiana said in a guilty voice.
Texas had passed out on impact. America was carring to his wounds. The countries were in shock.
'Who were these new countries and how does America know them?!?!' Were some of the the thoughts of the countries.
"Will he be ok?" Florida asked with tears in their eyes.
"He'll be fine mjò. He's just a bit scratched that's all." America said in a calming mother like voice. (I really hope I did the Spanish right. It also should be son in Spanish. Please correct me if I'm wrong!)
America had just finished patching Texas up. At this point Florida was in tears, sobbing into Louisiana's chest. While Ohio was already at Texas's side.
"I'll call your uncle to come pick y'all up." America said getting out his phone.
Russia was the first to do anything. Getting up and walking towards Florida. He bent down and looked at Florida who was staring back at him with teary eyes.
Florida wasn't scared of him. Florida had approached him making grabby hands indicating they want to be picked up.
Russia picked them up making sure to be careful of their tail. Slightly rocking and bouncing them to hat them to calm down.
America had just gotten off the phone. He was staring at Russia. 'I think I just fell in love,' America thought. I light blush dusted his face.
"AMERICA WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE!!!!" Yelled UK.
He just made Florida cry harder and made Louisiana start crying. Louisiana ran to Russia making grabby hands. Russia picked Louisiana up now comforting both southern states. America fell a little deeper in love and a even deeper when Russia shot a glare at UK telling him off about how he should watch his tone and volume around children.
"Who they are is none of your fucking business as I wish not to fucking share you dickbag." America said with venom.
Russia looked at America with a small smile. 'It's official, I'm in love with America..." Russia thought as he stared at him.
America looked back, and they locked eyes. It was like sparks flew when they made eye contact.
Then the door to the meeting room opened. Breaking their eye contact. They looked at the door.
There standing was...
The confederacy of the United States. The man everyone thought was dead.
(Me writing the romance scenes knowing damn well I'm aroace: hehe 'love' hehehehehe.
Anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter of America is to Tired for This. See you next time!)
- Cheesegod
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America is way to tired for this.
Non-FictionAmerica has no idea what happened. One minute he was sitting at a meeting, the next he was looking at one of his children. Now, under UN's orders he has to house some of the countries. But just who is America? And who is this man claiming to be the...
