What am i doing with my life

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America burst into Mexico's room.

"Dude, so you know how with stoplights green means go, yellow means slow down, and red means stop?" America asked, sounding drunk.

"......yeah.....?" Mexico said.

"Well with bananas it's the complete opposite. Green means stop, yellow means go ahead, and red means..... wait...... f*ck," America said. Mexico walked over to America and held him.

"Meri, it's f*cking midnight. Please for the love of all that is holy get some f*cking sleep. I am legitimately concerned for your health," Mexico said, guiding America to his room.

"We do not sleep! Sleep is for the weak!" America chanted sleepily. Mexico tucked America into bed because you just gotta tuck your homies in. Mexico was about to leave when America stopped him.

"Wait! I want a bedtime story!" America exclaimed. Mexico sighed. He sat down next to America.

"Once upon a time there was a frog, and then everyone died. The end," Mexico said. America smiled.

"Yay!" America exclaimed. Mexico chuckled, brushing America's hair out of his black eyes.

"Alright, time to go to bed now," Mexico said.

"Ok, I love you," America said.

"Oh, um, ok," Mexico replied. America glared at him.

"Say it back," He said. Mexico chuckled nervously.

"I love you too," Mexico said, trying not to be gay. America gave an adorable little smile.

"Yay! No homo cuddles?" America asked.

"Nuh-uh, I'm not the type to take advantage of my drunk crush," Mexico muttered, shutting off America's lights. "Goodnight, Ame," Mexico said. America was pretty much asleep, but mumbled a small 'sweet dreams', as Mexico slowly walked away, a small smile on his face.

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