Crazy mess

Wow

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iM SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN UPDATING!!!!1!1!!1

The fandom had been getting alotta hate b/c of (what I think was) romanticizing bad German man and making nsfw stuff so I wanted to hop out and wait for the fire to die down for a bit (or so I saw on papa Pkrussel's video). My grades were also slippin' So I really wanted to focus on school 'n had a bunch of tests (while I was sick) but I'm back?

Ye, I know the plots moving slow- asf rn, but! Imma try to pick up the pace. 

Anyways-

tHANK YOU SO MUCH PEOPLE I DIDNT THINK THIS WAS GONNA GET 3K VIEWS AND IM SO HAPPY  AHAHFSHSJDISJVQFJDOEJS ❤️💞💛💗💓💖💔💕💘💙💚💝💞❤️💛🖤💞💓💖💙🧡🧡💝💗💖❣️💓💞💞💞💞💝💜💛💕🌸🧡

I cANNOT THANK YALL ENOUGH FOR THIS :DDDDDD 💓💚💙💕💞💜💛💖💝❤️💘❣️💕💓🧡💙💚💗🌸❤️💞💜💖💝🌸💗🖤💚💘💕🧡💙💗💞💜💖💝💗💙❣️💓🌸🌸❤️💞💖🖤💚💙💜💜💞💞❣️💘

~~~~~~~ onto the story :)

America's pov-:

America woke up to the feeling of cold air brushing against his skin. He looked around, seeing his fathe-, no Britain, still lying on the hospital bed. Groggily getting up despite not wanting to, he headed to the bathroom. Upon entering, he took a long ass look at himself in the mirror. Big eye bags hung closely, but also loosely, to his eyes. It looked like he hadn't gotten a good nights sleep since birth.

"Damn, do I really look this bad? I look like I'm a frickin' zombie, " He whispered to himself, rubbing his eyes gently as he yawned. Turning on the faucet, he splashed his face with a handful of water. 

Walking out the bathroom, he shot a glance towards his da- I mean Britain. Trudging back to his seat, he took out his phone.

No new messages

He collectively sighed, laughing to himself softly as he looked up to the ceiling.

Everything bad always had to happen to him.

Canada's pov-:

I sat still in my seat at the lunch table, a Tim Hortons coffee in my hand (srry I don't know what's popular in Canada *_*). Hearing about what happened to dad made me sad. Kiwi was practically bawling his eyes out, while Aussie, was well, Aussie. Hearing footsteps, I turned around.

"Hey Canada!" Yelled Ukraine, placing her hand onto his shoulder, "I'm sorry about what happened to your dad! I hope you feel better!" 

"O-oh, thanks, I'm doing alright," I replied, feeling heat rush to my cheeks as sipped my now cold coffee. It didn't taste the same when it was hot. It was probably the coffee that made me feel hot. 

"Wait, what happened to your dad?" Japan asked, poking her nose into their conversation.

"You aren't supposed to ask that!" Ukraine said, slapping Japan upside the head.

"Jeez! I was just asking!"

"It's fine! He just got into a car accident! The idiot wasn't paying attention," I jokingly said, taking a bite out of my sandwich. Suddenly, someone gasped.

"Canada! mY sWEeT BOy! hOw COuLd YoU sAY SuCh a BAd nO-No wOrD!" Germany said, putting a hand over his heart, pretending to be hurt.  

"Wha-no I- I was just kidding! Sorry!" I stammered, almost crying.