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You chuckled somewhat bitterly. The clenching in your chest wasn't as terrible as you thought it would be. Though, your demeanor was about as chilly as dry ice at the moment. You really were an idiot. You sighed and tightened your grip on your bag as you continued to distance yourself from the household of a certain frugal blonde country. Your family, the (l/n)'s, had been a long standing resident for Netherlands. Your family's roots were pure and could be traced back as only Netherlanders. For a few centuries now your family had retained close ties with the country's personified embodiment. Whether it was providing world news before the a

Woot! Group chat! Hell yeah! -America No. -England I'm in as long as the black sheep won't join us ;) -France YES! -(Country Name) Become one with Mother Russia, da? (^J^) -Russia OMG! THAT EMOTICON! (>u<)/ -(Country Name) Aiyah! You're all so immature, aru. -China Says the one who is a rabid fan of Hello Kitty. -(Country Name) ... -China ... -(Country Name) Ohonhonhon~ -France Guys! -America Meeting is about to start, turn off your phones! -England -------------------------------------- After the Meeting... Seriously! WHO LET ARTHUR WATCH THE FOREST NYMPH VINE?! -(Country Name) America -China America -Russia Oops... -

Author’s note: Taylor Swift Songs, whadya expect? + COLORFUL WORDS. Don’t likey? Press HERE. “I’M FEELING 22!” (Name) sang perfectly as she swished and swayed, dropping to the floor and standing up again while listening to her favourite song. Her shy country friend, Matthew Williams was actually coming over but with her music so deafening, she was oblivious to notice that he was already there; standing behind her, and watched the whole scene. “You’re feeling what?” He yelled but it sounds like in a normal pitch. (Name) froze instantly, turning around slowly to see the confused Canadian with his

The boys quickly made their way into the kitchen; one giggling to himself, while the other followed along not quite as enthusiastically.  America dropped Canada's wrist to run off on his own, as soon as they reached the middle of the room.  Canada, who was very glad the running had stopped, stayed in place to catch his breath.  Also very glad to get his arm back, he rubbed his wrist where America had been squeezing it.         Meanwhile, America's bare feet pattered their way up to a table in the kitchen.  Once beside the table, America began jumping up and down.