America finally went home. Not home home. But it was as close as he was going to get.
Once America realized he messed up, which ended up being several hours. He went home and cried.
Was he being selfish by not letting Russia finish?
Will they ever fall in love?
Or is everything a prank to Russia?
Maybe he was overthinking this. He stood in front of his house. It was a generic house. Bricks instead of wood. Black shingles for the roof, and the dark blue door. It was raining and he was under the porch. He loved his home.
But he wanted more for himself, he grabbed his key from his pocket. And opened the door. Now he was in the kitchen. Everything was dark. All the could see was the light from the window. The Moonlight shining on a photo on the ground.
The most perfect starry night. Cliché enough. He grabbed the photo from the floor. Still in the moonlight. With his glasses now see through again.
Woah. This photo looks old. America thought as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
As the photo became more clear. It wasn't countries. In fact. It was his past human life. Without being a country. Isabella was his best friend before they became the new USA and Mexico.
He didn't want to be the USA. But he was. That wouldn't make any difference. Someone was bound to be the new America. He had to deal with all the past events. The struggle was real. Maybe he shouldn't be a dispatcher, he always wanted to be a-
Who was he kidding! This was his dream and he couldn't just abandon it just because someone couldn't show up to their date-but-not-really-date-more-of-a-meet-up kinda thing. It wasn't bad that America missed it. It was an oppertunity to not fall inlove with people at first sight. Even though Russia has the best dark-golden-brown hair-
He totally wanted to miss his date-but-not-really-date-more-of-a-meet-up-thing.
America went up to his room. Which was upstairs, the privilege only older siblings like Canada and America can have.
What if Russia was a toxic person?
What if he didn't like me?
America was overthinking this more than he should be. Why did he have to overthink every situation? What week even was it, at this point. Did Russia really go to the same school?
or is it another prank call?
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Emergency Hotline (Book 1)
أدب الهواةAmerica is in university student, interning for the 'First responders' Job. Although United Nations Disagrees, America refuses to quit. He has been doing surprisingly well. He did everything right and nothing could go wrong. Until he gets a prank c...
