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America POV

Russia, China, and I spent the time preparing my presidential speech. China already contacted the principal about my latent participation in the student government election via phone—yes, he has the principal's phone number. In my opinion, Mr. Gondwana seems to be too excited for my entrance. It seems wrong to love student drama at such an age. Perhaps his life has been boring for all its eternity so that must be the reason why he is so keen on knowing about the student life. Whatever the reason, I'm happy he's on our side.

I yawn as I watch China type on the computer. The speech is excessively long. People will get bored if I ramble on and on. But I'm not telling China that yet. He's typing with such ferocity that I should be hiding in a safe. I'm the one who should be the angriest one out of all of us. No. It's China who's going on a rampage on the keyboard.

I rest my head on my arm as I watch Russia as he squints and snarls at every word that China's typing up. It's hilarious how he despises most of the writing while simultaneously agreeing to it.

Note to self. I need to revise everything on that document. The speech China is writing for me will make others believe I'm the one oppressing the oppressor. People don't know about the Canada that I know. He will manipulate with his artificial maple kindness. Because that's all he is. An act. A horrible and awful act.

"Don't do that! That will make her look vulnerable," Russia snaps, finally finding something to disagree with China about. I roll my eyes. Here we go again.

"We need to include that. Our peers must know what Canada has done to her," China continues typing, his eyes do not leave the screen. Now I'm wondering if he's just venting.

Russia exasperates, "Exactly! No one knows what Canada has done to her and you."

China huffs, turning to me for my opinion. I smile tiredly, "Do what you want, but I'm going to revise everything."

"美国," he pouts, placing his left hand on my inner thigh. "俄罗斯 and I worked so hard on this." Russia scoffs and immediately gets a jab from China.

I chuckle lightly, amused by my boyfriends'—yes, my boyfriends' antics. I still can't get over that. It happened so fast. China quirks a brow as he watches me turn all red and hot. "Америка. You're burning up. Let me get you some water," Russia rushes out of his chair, only to be held back by a now smirking China.

I groan, frustrated in myself, "I'm not sick." Russia calms down and sits back in his chair. He takes the laptop away from China and begins reading everything over. I'm glad he didn't catch on.

China, being the one who is amazing at reading expressions, pulls me onto his lap. "Care to tell us what you were thinking about?" He hums. His hot breath against the nape of my neck makes my bottom throb. I hate how my body reacts to him because I know he'll tease me for it. "Don't be shy," he purrs, biting my ear lobe and breathing in my scent.

I shiver against him, but I dare not look at him. Instead, I look over to the computer screen. China wrote "If you don't vote for me, you will all fall into the hands of a manipulator who will ruin your life with anti-memory pills, destroy your relationships, and change who you actually are." Yeah, no. Too straight forward.

"I'm definitely rewriting this," I whisper.

"You're so cruel," China hugs me tightly.

Russia snorts, "Serves you right."

"Look who's talking? Weren't you the one who insisted on adding the ways Canada will use all his friends to his advantage?" China glares.

"It is necessary," Russia bites back.