Love Doesn't Have Words [SLOW UPDATES]

-Another American Morning-

Yesterday was a pretty great first day back to school. I met back up with some friends (that hung out with all summer, but now I get to see them daily again!), and made some new ones. Very exciting, if I do say so myself.

Now I know what you are thinking. America, what about the cutie you met? Okay, so you weren't thinking that, but I was. Cuties gotta be cute, y'know? And this one is very high on the cute meter. But, as you already know, I'm not the greatest with relationships. Remembering my past ones, they all went downhill, crashed into a tree, got drowned by an avalanche, and then exploded and burned. Yeah, I'm not the best with romantics, but I try. Maybe I'll try this one out too.

I stretch, feeling somewhat refreshed today. I do my usual thing, grab my phone and check for any new messages. Of course I have them, I have a lot of great friends. I scroll through the read some.

"can o' syrup:
Bro I can hear your snoring from my room."

"Bestie Exie:
Good Morning, America! I want to show you more shows after school :)"

"Tico Taco Ya Ya Ya:
Can I have at least a singular dollar at school I want some candy"

I laugh softly. I love naming my friends the randomest things in my contacts. "Can O' Syrup" is, of course, my brother Canada. He's lying, I don't snore. That loud at least. "Bestie Exie" was actually her idea, since we are still close friends. "Tico Taco Ya Ya Ya" is a reference from the movie Rio. I think that line was supposed to make fun of Brazilians though, I'll have to work on that one since that's Mexico.

After responding to some of my texts and doing a quick scroll through social media to have my morning memes, I get out of bed and ready for the day.

I sport my usual sunglasses and some fingerless gloves. I dunno why I wear them, it's just fun and gives me a nice bad boy look. I slide on some ripped jeans to add to that. By "slide" I mean I struggle for a good five minutes. Why do they have to be so tight and why does my foot keep going through the wrong holes? It's a fashionable death trap, I tell you. At least I look good in em.

Now we face the hardest decision of my outfit. What shirt? If I wear long sleeves, I won't put on bandages. If I wear short sleeves, it'll be breezy and I won't die of a heat stroke. Okay, that was an exaggeration, but I get random waves of heat or cold because I can't really choose a favorite climate. It's gotten a little out of control due to what we like to call "global warming", and I get warm too easily.

I end up deciding on a white short sleeved shirt with the NASA logo on it. I tuck it in to my pants, then head to the bathroom to put on my bandages. I don't wear them at night.

Okay, this time I do know what you're thinking. America, why do you have bandages on your arms? Well, you see young grasshopper, I get into a lot of these little things called wars. I've been in some pretty rough ones, but no doubt my worst injuries, the ones that are still healing, are the ones from back in the 1860's. I hope you know about your American history enough to know that was the Civil War. Basically, I was split in two, the Union and the Confederacy, to fight either against or for slavery. It isn't really a spoiler if this happened over a hundred years ago, but the Union won.

I rewrap my arms, getting lost in thought. It isn't really fun to think about that red flag with a blue X, so I try to think of something else. Bandages. I think I caught a glimpse of bandages under Russia's sweater when he signed fast. I hope it wasn't a Civil War as well, he seems like a good enough guy to not deserve that. But that's what some say about me, so I guess I can't judge a book by it's cover.

There's a knock at the door. When I get lost in thought, I tend to space out, expect it's a major space out that I can't seem to pull myself out of well. My vision goes blurry, sounds are fuzzy, and I can't really move. I don't really know if that's good or bad, but I faintly heard the knock. Next thing I know, my little brother's in front of me, finishing wrapping up my arms since I couldn't really move my hands in this state. I think he said something, but I'm not sure. I blink a few times before harshly shaking my head to bring myself back.