Pure madness (country oneshots) (read at your own risk)

America x Germany

Some soft angsty fluff to soothe my aching heart
let's just call this a vent okay?
Long and boring-
Also ameger is my new comfort ship fuck everything
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Germany had no idea if the loud bangs from outside were thunders or the construction workers breaking something huge. He has been staying in his bedroom for a whole week now, too tired to get up and do anything productive. He assumed it was raining, though he didn't hear it, or see it. Even when he did go out of his room to go to the toilet or occasionally get some snacks he not once considered looking out the window to check the weather.

His eyes felt tired even though he did nothing other than sleep all day. Germany didn't see a reason to get dressed or take a shower in the morning anymore, so he has been wearing the same oversized gray hoodie with only boxers for the past week. He was just about to crawl back into his warm bed when he heard a quiet knock on the door. He was surprised he even heard it that's how quiet it was, but due to him sitting in silence for such a long time it was not that big of a shock.

Germany slowly made his way back to the hallway, wondering who it could be, he didn't remember ordering any food today so that was definitely not it. Before getting to the front door he quickly checked himself out in the mirror on the wall. His jet black hair was greasy and a complete mess, his eyes were barely even open and they looked dull and tired. The boy looked at himself in shame, disappointed in himself for acting so immature when he could be distracting himself with work like he always used to.

He heard a knock again, this time he heard a warm voice say a soft 'open up'.
The young boy took the cold door handle in his hand and hesitantly opened the door to see his visitor.
"Good afternoon, love," said America as he smiled brightly at the much smaller Germany who was squinting his eyes at the older. "Was machst du denn hier?" asked the shorter one, glancing down at his feet as he pulled the door open wider to let America in.

"I just wanted to check up on one of my best friends, you know? And I was also craving some cuddles and I thought to myself:" He turned to Germany and laid his hand on his messy back hair, ruffling it a bit, "'why not cuddle with someone who's probably already doing nothing but lay in bed all day?'" he finished off with a smile. Germany's eyes widened, but he quickly closed them again and rubbed them with the heel of his palms.
"How do you know...?" questioned the younger of the two, tiredly looking up at America with a confused but sleepy expression. America giggled silently, "Germs, I know many things, I also know that you're not doing great right now. So I'm here to help you!" exclaimed America cheerfully.

Germany didn't know how to react, he didn't want a babysitter to look after him. Who told America anyway? He really didn't want to deal with a hyperactive child who's going to talk about his favorite gay characters from some stupid shows. Germany wasn't in the mood to reject him either though.
Oh god he could already feel a headache forming. "And what's with the suitcase and that enormous backpack?" pointed out the German.

"As I said, I wanna help you get better, and I'm pretty sure that won't happen in one day," said America, patting his black suitcase. God Germany wanted to die right now. "Fine, you have been here before, you know where the guest bedroom is. Make yourself at home or whatever... I'll be in my room." the younger explained annoyed, storming back into his bedroom and slamming the door shut. He planned to go through this alone and suffer on his own.

After a 3 hour long nap Germany woke up to America shaking him awake gently. "Hey, Germ! I made dinner," he whisper-shouted to not irritate his ears or maybe to not make the German even more angry at him. "I don't eat dinners anymore..." he mumbled into his pillow, rolling away from America in his bed. The older fake gasped, "Well that's bullshit! If you don't eat my delicious pasta I made for us I will get very offended." America humphed, folding his arms. The German couldn't help but groan, covering his head with the blanket. "If you won't get out of your bed in a minute I will carry you." America said sternly.