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My new favorite song
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Third pov
Russia was trying not to laugh as America walk around the room. He must had let out a giggle or something cause America turn towards him and pushed him against the wall.
"What are you laughing at, commie?"
"You" Russia said with a smirk.
Russia's smirk widened as he saw a visible tick mark on America.
America had it with Russia.
America stalked off to his room. He closed the door with a loud thud. Russia sighed and went to get his boxes. He went over to his room, closed the doorr with his foot and started to unpack. he heard soft singing from across the hallway. it was the clearest singing he heard in a while. it was loud and clear like a river, powerfull but peaceful at the same time. it remided him of clear blue lakes and moutains. rolling hills and wide vallys. the song made him homesick. he also heard a gutar in a beat he did not recronized. (i dont know how to spell.). it went well with the music. he took out his phone and recored it so he can hear it again. he douted america would play that song for him.
MEWILE WITH AMERICA
america was not happy. he and russia did not get along very well with russia. he was annoyed that russia went though his stuff without his knowing. he now could't trust russia because he might go though his stuff again when he's not here. so now he has to lock up everything in his room now.
he started to hang up his pictures up in his room. he had a huge map of the states in his room. he put a pushpin in the state the picture was taken in. this did not take long. after that he pin up that 50 picutes of him and his kids. well more like teenagers. after he hung up the pictures he wapped a string around the pin and drew it to the pin that was in the state. that took a couple of minutes to put the string up. after
after he was done with that, he deiced to play his gutare. he decided to play country roads because he felt like singing that. he cleared his voice, pick up his gutar and started to sing:
Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, growing like a breezeCountry roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roadsAll my memories gather 'round her
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eyeCountry roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roadsI hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
Driving down the road, I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterdayCountry roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roadsCountry roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roadsTake me home, down country roads
Take me home, down country roads.
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America × Russia
Fanfictionthis will be 18+ and for all of the sinners Also this will be all in 3rd person pov (point of view) And kinda the romance is going to be slow