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-What the fuck 2 fucking years later and Kurwa is still single-

~TWO YEARS FUCKING LATER~
AND IM STILL SINGLE

Ussr started to wake up he felt like he was asleep for so long he saw that he was in a hospital he saw iv and ripped he then stood up and tried to stumble away "why the fuck am i here" he mumbled to himself

Russia was laying on the couch with Ame. He sighed happily and looked down at him

America smiled. "What're you thinking about?" He asked, thinking the sigh meant something.

Ussr some how found his old clothes and changed into them.

"Today is- well- guess"

He walked to the house and knocked on the door.

Poland was in his house, curled up. His knees were up to his face, and he was crying into it. His wing was bleeding.

"Hmm. Our anniversary?" He guessed.

Ussr didn't get an answer so he broke into the strangers house "what the fork happened"

The random state (ohIO) looked at him with a highly confused look.

"Wrong house sorry about that" he crawled back out of the broken window

She looked over at ND and whispred "call the cops-"

ND nodded, walking back to get his phone. He then dialed the emergency number.

'HelLO 9-1-1!'

America blushed a bit and grabbed Russia's face in his hands.

Poland looked at his bleeding wing. He had cuts all over them, all made by him. He then shakily chuckled, and grabbed a small pocket knife. Poland marked where his little wing stub used to be, and then he quickled sliced through. He felt pain, but he didn't cry out or anything. He just watched as blood gushed out. Poland giggled, took his wing that he cut off, and hugged it close to him.

America sat on the couch. "Don't take too long!" He giggled.

He walked upstairs, got a small box and walked down. "A-ame..- i-"

America looked at the box, confused. "What?" He asked, looking back at Russia.

On the news because yes: "hello for today's story a man woke up from a coma today and ran away from the hospital" *insert picture of ussr* "we don't know where he is but watch out he seems to be a dangerous individual"

The Russian let out a sigh and then got down on 1 knee...- "w-will you..."

Pools of blood fell all over his bed, staining them along with the previous tears. He didn't bother to clean it up. It was just like as he said, 'Nobody knows and nobody cares'

America gasped. "R-Russia?"

"Will you fuckin marry me!?" He blurted out

"Hell yeah!" America ran forward and hugged Russia.

Rus fell down on his back and hugged Ame tight.