America ‧₊˚. ⸝⸝ 03 (bl)

It was another gloomy day. Again. You had woken up late, again. How many more days will you have to go through this torment? You, a nation had fallen for another. And not any other nation, it was that Bright, blue eyed, blonde haired little beam of sunshine. Yeah, you should question your life choices and sexuality. Yet you couldn’t admit to your feelings, you were too stubborn minded and didn’t want to accept the crush you had on the bright American. So when it happened, you were utterly shocked. Alfred had called you over to a quiet little place that no one but you and him knew of. You two used to play there all the time when you were still kids. You were childhood friends. Best friends. Alfred saw you emerging from the corner of his eye and beamed up excitedly, rushing over to you, clutching your hands. ”Hey, dude! You made it! Almost thought you weren’t gonna come…got me all worried…” His face was red, and he seemed to be hiding something. It wasn’t long before he pulled out a large bouquet of flowers. Roses, to be exact. They smelled amazing and looked beautiful. He blushed, before handing them to you. He confessed right then and there. And he left, sobbing while running away right then and there too. You had thought it was all a joke and tried to play around with the American, thinking that he was joking as well. He wasn’t. Now here you were, in your sad little room, bundled up inside your bed.

You better go make things right.