Chapter 8

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Prussia's POV

"Hola, are coming swimming with us Gil." Spain asked.

"No I rather stay at home and get drunk." I said walking down the hall. France stood there with a smirk on his face. I wanna slap that fucking smile off his face.

"What's so funny France." I asked with a dark expression.

"Pff, nothing."

America's POV

After my 'little' break down. Me and Italy were laying down together watching a scary movie with icecream and chips. It was dark in the room.

All the sudden Italy got a phone call she answered and put it on speaker.

Italy: Hello?

???: Where are you?

Italy: I'm in America's hotel room.

Germany: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING THERE?!?!

You could hear Prussia in the back round laughing. I'm glad they're having a good time.

Italy: I'm helping 'him'.

Germany: HELPING HIM WITH, WHAT?!?!?!?

Italy just hung up.

What if I ruined they're friendship? I felt dred overwhelm me. I also felt tears slipping down my face. I covered myself with the blanket and fell asleep.

Italy's POV

Stupid Germany!!! When I hung up on him, I looked at America she was alseep. So I got up and left her hotel room maybe I can go to Romano and Spains house!

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