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❝5❞ ♡ Simps! . . .

✎♡ I'm surprised about how y'all are so patient. I appreciate it ALOT, like A L O T- I never expected people to be this patient and support meᵎ Thank you allᵎ After all this time I'll try to    write more...                                                                                                                                                                          

꒰⚠️꒱༉˚₊. . . But please keep in mind that I've left the Ch (countryhumans) community which will make this even harder for me to stay motivated, but please bare with meᵎ

Ps. I will maybe start a new book, maybe y'all can give me ideas what the book should be about!

AND AAAA I JUST REALISED THAT I USED TO SPELL "TOGETHER" AS "TOGHETER" *INTERNAL SCREECH* (Ｔ▽Ｔ)🌸

⇢ created: 2020-10-31 14:28

⇢ published: 2020-10-31 16:15

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After the incident, days had passed and you and Russia surprisingly started to talk more to each others. To be honest, he would prefer starting a conversation with you than the other countries he shared the two story house with. You were always up to start a conversation with him when he felt lonely since the workalcoholic german always locked himself in his small office and worked and there's no way Russia would start talking to America without starting world war III. 

But now let's get to what's happening now. 

After following the smell of MCdonalds burgers which leaded you to the living room, you ended up watching a arguement between America and Russia. You let out a small sigh and shook your head slightly at the two. 

You weren't surprised though. 

Seeing the two countries fight happened everyday and the results of it made you get used to it.

The arguement went on by hearing the russian complain about the burgers which was kinda ruined and spread over the whole coffee table. You guessed that Russia didn't like the view of burgers lying everywhere in the living room. Speaking of truth, Russia had became a clean freak once you and him started talking and get along. 

"I told you to eat your junk food in the kitchen and not spill them everywhere!" Russia shouted at America with his strong russian accent, pointing at the "burgers".

"Says the alcoholic one who can't even go anywhere if he doesn't have a alcohol bottle with him!" Shouted America back while looking up at Russia. And yes, America had to look up at him since Russia was pretty much the tallest among all the countries. 

Russia let out a sigh and closed his eyes as he threw his arms out to the sides with open hands.

"Am i holding one right now?!" Russia shot his eyes open, glaring down at America which was now trembling with fear. 

Surprisingly for you and everyone else in the house, you have became Russias small therapist.      You would always be there for him when he needed someone to talk to and in return he would try avoid drinking much alcohol like he used to in the past, in other words he tried to change and become a new person...or more likely country(???).

"No- I mean!-" America spoke out but didn't finnish his sentence since he couldn't really find the right words. He put his hands up in front of him as defense, taking a few steps away from the angry russian once he saw Russia's balled up fists aim towards America's face.