America POV

    I was driving to the airport in a rental car since the meeting was Germany. I couldn't seem to get my mind off a certain Japanese man. Dammit, he's turned my brain all sappy and poetic but I can only feel this way for him.

Once I finally got to the airport I quickly went through security and all that and boarded my flight. I got first class because of me being a country.

   There are a few perks to being a country. Though most of the time it is really hard. Every person killed is like a bullet in my body.

On top of that I can never seem to make my people happy. A lot of my country is homophobic, racist, and sexist. And I'm not happy about an orange man running for president either. I would honestly prefer Deez Nuts*Deez Nuts did actually run for president in North Carolina*win.

    Once I was on the plane I started thinking about Japan again. That reminds me the next meeting is in Japan. I know I want to confess to him there. I know that the cherry blossoms are visible this time of year. Another thing that shows his tantalizing flawlessness.

    Perfect I'll write a note to him to meet me under a cheery blossom tree. *Cheery trees don't have cheery blossoms but there are specific cheery blossom trees*

    I felt very confident about this. Little did I know it wasn't going to be as easy as I thought.