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    America POV)

    Poland is a fucking Dick head, but in all honesty, I wasn't surprised about it. But I expected better from Germany. But it's whatever. I look up to see that fucking ugly mug of that striped bitch looking at me in slight surprise.

     "Look", I start, "I'd sell your soul to the devil for a corn chip, but it looks like we're stuck together so I'll refrain from murder. For now"

     He looks down at me with a straight face and states, "well at least the feeling is mutual." That bitch.

    I sigh and contaplate my life choices that lead me to this point, and slowly adduse that, "We should probably go to my house to find out how the hell to get these off." He nods in a agreement and we start walking in the direction of my house.

     The walk was slow and silent. untill, "oh shit-"
The fucking idiot trips, and since we are fucking handcuffed together, I go down with him.

     I land face first on the pavement, but nothing hurt, then I get up and stare angrily at the moron. He looks at me too. I then get up well he's still on the ground, and I drag him by the handcuff to my house. Fucking karma bitch.

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