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It's going be ok

Canada POV:

I felt the wind rush across my face as I sped over to America's house. After seeing those results, I immediately knew what I had to do. I felt so bad for him.

As I backed my car up in his driveway, I could hear his TV blasting throughout his house from his living room. I rushed out of my car and hastily reached his front door, knocking gently.

"America, It's me, Canada"

Silence

"Ameri-"

"Come in."

His usual chipper voice felt forced, like he was trying to keep a facade. I twisted the doorknob and entered his house; there I saw him standing by his kitchen island wearing his usual dress shirt with black dress pants and red and blue ties sprayed across the floor. I saw him flatten out his hair as he tried to make himself look presentable, I could see the evident disappointment and sadness even through his sunglasses.

"Hey, Nada' didn't know you w-ere coming over so soon after the election."

His words faintly stumbled as he tried to keep his bubbly facade up, I approached him ever so cautiously and put my hands on his shoulders.

"America, it's going to be ok, I'm here for you and your people, majority of the world is too."

"Of course they are why wouldn't they?"

"America."
"Yes, Nada?"

"It's not your fault."

I say before crouching down and pulling him into a hug almost immediately. His arms shot up and hugged my waist, and he hung on like his life depended on it. I felt him push his head into the corner of my neck as his glasses pushed up to his forehead, he started to silently wail as I rocked him back and forth, starting to feel tears prick the corners of my eyes, too.

"I-I tried my h-hardest, I truly did..."

"I know."

"You have to believe-"

"I do, America, don't worry"

We sat there in each other's arms, his continuous sobs wetting my suit. I lift my head towards the TV, only to be met with a blinding red.

Trump: 295

Kamala: 226

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This is how I cope with the election, stfu.

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America POV:

I sauntered into the meeting room, sat down in my seat, and immediately felt every single last pair of eyes on me.

UN cleared his throat, beginning to speak.

"America, we've all heard about how your presidential election went, and I just want to say that there are resources available for you and you're citizens"

I nodded in agreement, and the meeting went on as usual, minus the stares coming in my direction. The clock hit 10:00 and every one got up and dispersed into either their offices or the cafeteria.

I stood by the coffee machine and waited for my coffee to finish, I didn't even notice another country approaching me until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped up and flew my head around to see Aussie standing there, shook.

"Hey there mate, I'm not trynna hurt ya."

"Oh! Sorry about that Aussie, didn't see ya there."

I stared back at my coffee and an awkward silence came over the two of us, I was just about to say something else until he placed a hand on my back and rubbed it in circles.

"Everything will be alright mate.."

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"Thank you."