The Safe Haven

Unconsciousness

Okay, that picture above is my daughter Annie. Yes, she is adorable.
Don't we all need a picture of a beautiful ★russian★ tortoise?

Answer: Yes

And yes, I did publish this early 'cause I was board
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America's pov
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"He's fucked."
"You said that when the civil war started. How did that turn out for you?"

I creaked open my eyes to see that I wasn't in my room. I was floating around in an empty space with Dixie Boy and 13 fighting with each other oblivious to my "consciousness." I felt weightless and numb to my wounds and body in general.
This happened sometimes back at the facility after a major operation.

"Let me guess... I'm dead. Welp, I have to say that I'm disappointed, I wanted to see how things played out. But, oh well, it is what it is." It's the most likely scenario. I truly am sad that I will never get to know the people that have been so kind to me and help heal my wounds and ask nothing in return. And. Russia was nice I wanted to get to know him more, but I'm most likely dead now.

"You aren't dead quite yet." 13 said with his slightly British accent shining in his words.
"So I'm dying?" My voice stayed surprisingly calm and collected as I asked the heart-wrenching question.

"Technically, yes," Dixie said. Not a single emotion on his face.

I laughed slightly. Wow. I can't believe just like that. I'm gone. After being reunited with my stepmom and little brother, and meeting and befriending someone that cared for me and didn't want to take advantage of me at my weakest point.
I laughed some more. Wow. My life really is shitty, isn't it? At the beginning of my life, only my mother was there for me, then, BOOM dead. I fended for myself for years, then France and my actual father found me. I was happy that I became part of their family, then once happy becomes normal, BOOM I get separated from my family, kidnapped, and tortured for years as "research." MY LIFE IS FUCKING AMAZING!

I can't feel my body, so I don't feel the tears running down my face, but I can feel the eyes staring down at me.

"How much time?" I needed to know if I was going to wake up again. I needed to plan what my parting words were going to be to my family because "I guess this is the end of the line" doesn't express how I feel and I want them to know how much they mean to me. And Russia, or should I say "Bear." I want him to know how he blessed my life with a feeling of safety and he kinda made me... happy and hopeful.
I hope I can tell them all of that.

"A week or so. Tops." Wow. Dixie was blunt and straight to the point.

"Well," 13 rubbed his chin while thinking of some shit that I probably couldn't comprehend.
"What if he had a mate?"
I heard about mates before, but I don't know much about them.
"How would becoming a baby maker help me not die?" I can't comprehend his logic, per usual.

"That's not all Omegas and Betas do. Well, alphas could have multiple mates for that reason, but besides that. People with mates heal faster and better."
"Okay, let's say that I consider that. Who would want to be a dying man's mate?" 13 smirked
"I think you know who." He wiggled his eyebrows as a warm feeling glides to my face. The thought of... him... being my mate. I know that mates stay together for life, but an alpha can have multiple mates, so I'll most likely be pushed to the side and labeled as a "baby maker" once I'm done healing.
I hope not though. He's been nothing but sweet, kind, and caring to me ever since I've been here.

"I don't care what you do, but don't up and die, 'cause I'll blow my fucking brains out if I'm stuck in hell with you," Con growled. I guess that's his way of "I hope you get better"
"Awe, thank you brother, or, well, me..?" I honestly don't know what our "relationship" is he is more like a mental disorder than a person because no one ever really knew of his existence, he was just a rebellion, not a country. Is he a state of mind? I'll never know.

"I hope you don't die either." 13 crossed his legs casually while floating in the air.

The silence was heavy in the air for what felt like days and nothing could prove my theory right or wrong.
The Colonies looked up, "It's about time you wake up, no?"
"How long has it been up there?" I asked.
13 looked at me with his icy blue eyes that could pierce the soul of any of his enemies. His blue army uniform was forever stained with a splatter of blood. I never asked if it was his or Brittain's.
"Does it matter?" He answered my question with his own.
Sighed. I guess it doesn't really matter, but I'm still cereus.

"Alright. I'm ready to wake up."

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Well howdy y'all

So I got tested for Covid, so I was a bit stressed this week, but it came back negative. That's good.

And don't ask me about if Confederate is America's brother or not, 'cause I honestly don't know, I might call him Ame's brother, but idk.

So two days ago (in the great state of Michigan) it was 77° and yesterday & today the high is 45°,it's 27° currently, I need hot chocolate asap.
I ran out.