I'm back from vacation!! It was very nice thank you for asking. I went to Canada.

This chapter is a request for Lexi_2634!

America: it's decorative
Germany: Doesn't change the fact that it's a fucking gun

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America, hungover: Please tell me I imagined claiming I was the King of the pigeons.
Germany: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Pigeons.

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America: Germany is playing hard to get
America: Little does he know I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of

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Germany: What are you doing?
America, laying on the bed, sunglasses on and piña colada in hand: being sad

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America: Germany, would it be wrong to give a child a French name, speak to them only in French, but then also raise them to hate the French?
Germany:
Germany: It's frowned upon but I feel like this is a conversation worth circling back to.

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America: You like me for my personality?
Germany: Don't look at me like that, I was surprised too

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America: *does something that is just so stupid, just absolutely the stupidest thing*
Germany: Ah. Regrettably, that is the love of my life.

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Germany: I have no idea how I'm still attracted to you
America: Well, you're stuck with me, and no take backs, honey

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America: So, I heard you like bad boys
Germany: I mean, sure, I guess
America: Well, not to brag or anything, but when my dad buys me lunchables, I eat the candy first.

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Austria: So, what's it like living with America?
Germany: He once referred to sand as "heterosexual glitter."
Austria:
Germany: I love him so much.

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America: That was a joke. Say ha.
Germany: Ha.
America: Now do it again.
Germany: Ha.
America: Congratulations, you are officially the life of the party.

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