I felt myself coming back from the blackness of my slumber. I yawn and say groggily
"A-America? France... Canada?" I wiped my eyes and saw the three men standing over me... a little too close.
"Will Ты all back up? Bloody hell it feels like I'm a bug under a microscope!"
"Ahh seems like we had anything to worry about~ Angleter is fine~!"
"Yes but France... England, he could've been ill, his stocks have been going down- it also didn't help that Ты and America kept fighting over where we'd take him..."
"Hey dude, he's fine! And at least we took him to your house Ты should be skipping and singing...
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