United Nations POV
Mid and I arrived at Five Guys after a ride of him gushing about how good the food is there. I kinda like just sitting here and listening to him talk about it. It definently raised my expectations. Once we were pulled in, he excitedly popped out of the car and dragged me into the restaurant. We ordered and as we sat down he starred talking.
Mid: I'm sorry if my gushing is weird. I'll try to keep quiet.
UN: No no, it's ok. I kinda like it actually.
Mid: Really? Not even my dad let's me talk about the things I like.
UN: Oh. Well I'm here for you, ok? You can gush about anything whenever you're around me.
Mid: Alright.
As we wait, I go back to that conversation. It's kinda odd. I think for a moment about why I like it before it dawns on me. Maybe I'm getting feelings for him. I'm not sure however. I've always thought of him as a friend. Am I really catching feelings for him? Right before I can truly question that, Mid grabs my attention and tells me our food is ready. We sit and eat while I ponder my true feelings for him.
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Culturally Divided
FanfictionAmerica has some secrets. A lack of sleep, an inability to control his entire country. Hell, even his family notices some changes. I'm starting to think that he might be a poser.
