"The States Were Personified..? ...Yeah, We Know." [REMASTERING]

-|"...Yeah, we know." (Part One) [REMASTERED]|-

This one is more like an addition of a scene, admittedly, though still tell me which version you prefer! I took the criticism from the previous remaster and used it to correct my punctuation here, so hopefully that should mean there are less random minor part updates.

Do you all still get notifications even if I'm just editing a preexisting part?

...Wait, how are we at six-thousand reads-?

~ Galaxy

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America (since we're legally obligated to start the "first part" with him) sighs to himself in relief as he collects his things. He's arrived to the big, important world meeting on-time-ish, he's presented his big, important presentation, and he's managed to take at least one significant note and a bad scribbling of England making out with a scone; in short, he's achieved every personified country's life's purpose once again.

"Well, it was fun wasting time with y'all, but the hero is needed elsewhere!" he declares as he rises from his seat and backs away towards the open exit doorway. "See you guys- Oomf!"

He abruptly stops as he feels he's backed into something, and he turns around to see not just something, but multiple someones. Hang on, let me get my breath for this... Ahh...

England, Canada, France, Prussia, Spain, Germany, North and South Italies, Sweden, Finland, China, Japan, Russia, Netherlands, and Mexico (whoistotallyacanoncharacter)-

Hah... Hoo... Can't believe I got all of that in one breath... Okay...

Man, what a sausage party of a cast. Except for the totally canon Mexico, who is a woman, but anyways...

"Huh? Weren't you guys just behind me...?" Yet, as America trails off and turns to look over his shoulder, the room is miraculously empty. He glances back at the group of countries who all are somehow able to fit in the doorway, feeling like he's experienced a sort of mental whiplash.

"...Okay, guess not, then..."

Turning to address them all, he continues with a question. "What are you guys doing here?"

"We were thinking of going to your house!" North Italy says first.

"...What?"

"What he means," England follows, giving the Italian a mixed expression of amusement and second-hand embarrassment with his razor-green eyes, "is that we were hoping you would be so kind as to invite us into your home."