|| America x Nagito ||

Mother has birthed me, fed me, kept me alive and raised me to be a caring, yet strong individual. Only for me to create the eighth sin; this.

To my readers, we know you all have already written/read something similar, or perhaps you are still planning to. I just feel it. (Why else would you read this?) Point is, we are all here on Wattpad. So whether you've sinned in the past with reading/writing *certain* stories, or still have to reach or learn from that weird phase, we will all go through it at some point in our lives.

Y'all are wonderful, keep on doing what you are doing.

..And I now realize I've spent more time writing this speech than for this story. Isn't it odd that I was still in full possession of my brain when I wrote this?

Anyways if you'd like go on and read but you are warned.