Throughout the winter break, America had spent most of his time going out with Japan and messaging Russia. As much as he would've liked to hang out with him, Russia and his siblings had their own little plans to vacation somewhere else.
Of course, America refused to let that put him down. So, he and the Russian talked every day via smart phone, where ever they had time.
America's days, when not obsessing over the messages between him and his maybe-crush, consisted of going to have lunch or play in the arcade with Japan, visiting Spain, and staying home eating junk food and binging The Good Place* with Kiwi and Aussie.
"Okay, as much as I love watching Chidi being weirdly adorable, I'm really bored, and my legs hurt. Can we all go do something?"
America paused in shoving a handful of chicharrones* into his mouth to acknowledge his little sister.
Of course, the youngest sibling followed her up with, "I agree. We should go out and do something. I'm kind of restless right now."
America nodded and immediately had an idea.
"I saw there was laser tag next city over. Wanna go?"
Just as soon as he's said it, both jumped up like excited puppies.
"We should! That sounds way more fun! C'mon, let's go let's go!"
Kiwi just nodded at her younger brother's enthusiasm, wholeheartedly agreeing.
"We should ask Canada to join, yeah?" she suggested.
"Of course." America turned to yell, "HEY PUCK HEAD, WE'RE GOING OUT. COME JOIN US!"
From down the hall Canada shouted back, "SHUT UP, GREASE BABY! WHERE WE GOING?"
"YOU SHUT UP! WE'RE GOING TO PLAY LASER TAG!"
"SCREW YOU, I'M GOING!"
"Ok, he's going," America confirmed, looking back at the other two, who whooped excitedly.
America's attention was snatched by his phone singing with a notification.
Welcome to the Fucking Show
>Blyat Man: Guess who's back in town bitches
>G.I. Joe Mama: wowwww, convenient *looks at author*
>Author: *sweats nervously*
>Blyat Man: ...what?
>G.I. Joe Mama: no worries, just breaking walls
>Blyat Man: who...who was that?
>G.I. Joe Mama: nothing to worry your silly little head over
>G.I. Joe Mama: welcome back, my dude
>Blyat Man: I'm gonna pretend I'm drunk
>Blyat Man: thank
>Pirozh-kill me: hey, Russia, welcome back
>Pirozh-kill me: .....
>Pirozh-kill me: who is Author?
>G.I. Joe Mama: plz just ignore that
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The Assasination Game
FanfictionA school AU. I know, totally original. Give me a chance, though, maybe you'll like what I have to offer. And if not, check out some of my other books; I guarantee they're better than this.
