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How had you got here? You were sitting in a circle with several other countries. Most of them were drunk, or just stupidly happy, for some reason unknown. You sighed, now you remembered. America had dragged you over to his house for a 'party'. This usually meant everyone would eat burgers and listen to really loud techno. It wasn't your cup of tea to be brutally honest. You would've much rather have stayed at home, cuddled up with a book, but no, 'the hero' had to drag you over for a party...You didn't even want to be here. You had literally got yourself some lunch when he burst through the door and picked you up and slung you over his shoulder. He hadn't even said 'hello' or given you time to get dressed properly. You had hit his shoulder until your fists hurt but he didn't feel any of it, of course he wouldn't, not with muscles like that. You weren't even in smart clothes. You were wearing a pair of (f/c) skinny jeans, a (sf/c) t-shirt with (f/ch) on it and a pair of knee length,(c) converse.
"Yo _______! We're playin' a game! Pick something!" He said, shoving what looked like some form of bag in your face. His eyes gleamed with mischief. You raised an eyebrow at him. You felt suspicious, but upon a quick look in the bag, you knew what game you were playing. Seven minutes in heaven. You shrugged and put your hand in the plastic bag with the word WALMART printed on it. Several different textures greeted your fingertips, but one stuck out the most. You took hold of that one thing and pulled it out of the plastic bag.
"Dudes! ______ got...!"

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How had you got here? You were sitting in a circle with several other countries. Most of them were drunk, or just stupidly happy, for some reason unknown. You sighed, now you remembered. America had dragged you over to his house for a 'party'. This usually meant everyone would eat burgers and listen to really loud techno. It wasn't your cup of tea to be brutally honest. You would've much rather have stayed at home, cuddled up with a book, but no, 'the hero' had to drag you over for a party...You didn't even want to be here. You had literally got yourself some lunch when he burst through the door and picked you up and slung you over his shoulder. He hadn't even said 'hello' or given you time to get dressed properly. You had hit his shoulder until your fists hurt but he didn't feel any of it, of course he wouldn't, not with muscles like that. You weren't even in smart clothes. You were wearing a pair of (f/c) skinny jeans, a (sf/c) t-shirt with (f/ch) on it and a pair of knee length,(c) converse.
"Yo _______! We're playin' a game! Pick something!" He said, shoving what looked like some form of bag in your face. His eyes gleamed with mischief. You raised an eyebrow at him. You felt suspicious, but upon a quick look in the bag, you knew what game you were playing. Seven minutes in heaven. You shrugged and put your hand in the plastic bag with the word WALMART printed on it. Several different textures greeted your fingertips, but one stuck out the most. You took hold of that one thing and pulled it out of the plastic bag.
"Dudes! ______ got...!"