America looks and acts normal; he's late, lazy, barely pays attention in the world meetings, you know, the normal. But after America passes out on his way to his car, Russia is worried, and Intrugied. why would America pass out? He's the healthist o...
I open my eyes and groan. "I hate black attacks." I mutter, trying to sit up. I was in my room, on my bed. I looked over and saw a note from Canada.
'Hey, Russia called me here, panicking...so I told him about your attacks. SORRY! Canada.'
I smile and get out of bed. I had on a green tank top and my boxers. I go over and find a pair of gym shorts. I get them on and walk down the stairs. It was oddly silent. Something's not right. "KIDS? Anyone? Hello?" I call out, trying to see if anyone's here.
"They're out at the beach." I turn and sigh. "Don't do that Russ." He hugs me. "Do you know how worried I was? And you deal with this a lot?" I nod. "It's just tensions. I don't know the gist of it myself." He nods and lets me go.
I stretch and go to the kitchen. I open the fridge and pull out a bottle of coke. I open the lid and take a huge chug of the soft drink. "Um...Are you sure you are fine?" I nod and then say, "It's fine. I'm fine." I squeeze his hand. "Think you can help me? I need to head to the store. We ran out of milk, eggs, and other quick perishables." He nods.
As I enter the store, I send Russia to the bread section as I head to the refigirated stuff. I open the door and SLAM! I look over and see a country rubbing his head.
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"Are you okay, Nauru?" I ask. He looks up. "You know my name?" I nod. "Photographic memory. Besides, Your name is close to Naruto." He laughs. "I do like that anime." I nod and grab four jugs of milk. Two in each arm.
"I didn't know you had a photographic memory." Nauru said, grabbing two jugs. I nod. "Thanks and yeah. It's not really that great." The small country tilts his head as we head over to the cart I had grabbed. "How so?" I groan.
"I remeber EVERY thing." I pat him on the shoulder. "You do NOT want to know what I remeber." He shudders as he understands. He starts to walk away. "Bye Nauru, see you later!" He waves and then stops. He turns.
"Why are you so nice to me? You barely know me." I chuckle and grab some frozen chicken. "I'd rather make friends than enemies. Besides, It's always possible that we'll meet agian. I don't want to have a sore relationship." He nods and leaves. I continue to grab more stuff.
Nauru
OH GOD. I can't belive it...I lay my head down on the desk. "why did I do that????" I question as I type up the email to our 'helper.' I messed up on so many levels!
A) I got seen by America
B) I was helped by America
I groan and sigh.
'America has a photographic memory. He remembers everything he has experienced or heard. He also can carry 4 jugs of milk.' I finish the email and send it. I get up and leave the house, continuing to do my job.
ISIS
Hmmm. "A photographic memory, huh?" I laugh. "I think I have the perfect plan."
America
I rush out of the house, trying to get my jacket on as I enter the car. Why did you have to call a meeting now?! I head my way to the U.N. building and I get ready for whatever he has planned. I soon make it there and I burst in. "S-Sorry!" I say, trying to catch my breath.
"It's fine America, come sit." I nod and sit down next to Russia and Germany. U.N. coughs.
"We have reports that there seems to be a new element of sorts that scientists have found. To make sure it's safe for both Humans and countries, I want America, Germany, Japan, China, and UK to go there as testers as well." Protests. I clutch my head. This reminds me all to well of something else.
"Please, calm down! We won't let anything happen!" Russia scoffed. "But someone could attack at anytime!" ASEAN rolled his eyes. "No one ha-" "DON'T!" I yell, my head on the table. I lift my arm up.
"Whenever someone says something like that, it's guarenteed that something will go wrong and I don't want that to add onto what already, so...NO." I sigh and get up. "I've got a headache. I'll be at the NATO lab tommorow morning." I walk off and go to my car.
You okay?
"NO. More science stuff." But you're good at that. "That's the problem! They want me to be one of the testers in this new thing they found." Oof. "That doesn't cut it. I've got to watch the kids, pay USSR agian, the meeting, taxes, the whole shit with BLM, politics, Not to mention the whole NASA and other science stuff that I have to work on/test!"
D-Did you just say slash? "Who cares?" Ok. Get home and get some sleep. I think you'll need it. I nod and continue to drive home. But in the back of my mind, mom's words rung.
