He groaned, trying to get up, but he was just too tired.
His vision has since blurred out of existence, while two countries? Run to his aid, it's somewhat difficult to even see if they were countries, they just look like blobs.
His eyes begin to slowly close themselves by instinct...
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Or: America has pneumonia and things go wrong, song for title is Race, by Alex G
⭐️Cross posted on A03 & Cover art by me; feel free to use the art/use any art I have in my fics or in general, just use w/ proper credits & stuff Thxs⭐️