Hetalia- Fifty States Of Gay

Sad!Seborga x America

((OMG so this is a crack peaking that I don't even think exists but you know what? Fuck it. Enjoy))

((Human names will not be used))

America's POV-

America walked down the streets of Italy. The world conference was being held there. He decided to ditch the conference and walk around. He soon bummed into Someone.

This person was male and has redy-orangey hair and a curl. He wore a black shirt and black pants. He looked. Sad.

"Hey dude, sorry for running into you." America apologized. He looked at the man again.

"It's-a nothing to worry-a-" the man stopped seeing who America turned out to be. "Your america right-a?" He asked.

"Yeah bro. How do you know that?" America said with a huge grin.

"I'm-a Seborga, a micro-nation in-a Italy." Seborga said. A sad look still plastered on his face.

America looked at the sad face. "Why you look so sad bro? Your Italian your supposed to be all happy and shit." America said putting sarcasm in his voice.

"I-a would be happy if I was-a noticed... And had-a friend.." Seborga said looking at the ground.

America felt sad looking at the Micro-nation so depressed. He put a hand on Seborga's shoulder, a small smile appearing on the American face.

"Hey bro, your noticed my me right? And to be honest your pretty cool!" America said. He was hiding something from himself.

Seborga looked at america a smile smile appearing on his face. "Really-a?" He said.

America nodded then out of no wear his mind took over and kissed Seborga. America noticed what he was doing but didn't pull away, because Seborga kissed back.

The shared a soft, sweet kiss. America blushing hella lot. When the kiss was over he pulled the micro-nation into his arms. A smile taking over both of there faces.

((OMG that sucked oh well.))

((Also really short like holy fruk))