A.N. I'm back y'all!
ALASKA: I can see seasonal depression from here.
Alaska was sitting at the very, very long dinner table. Seemingly staring at nothing.
"Hey," America sat down opposite from him, "What's up my mini-Russian.
"Winter," Alaska immediately responded, devoid of emotion.
"Oh," America sat back, he had no idea what to do.
You'd think he'd learn in about a century?
Apparently not.
"Smile!" America cheered, goading Alaska, "Smile for papa!"
Alaska gave him a fake falsetto smile.
"Can I see Russia?" she then asked.
"NO!" America yelled, "NO, ABSOLUTELY NOT, NOPE!"
"Daddy," Alaska looked at him, "Why not?"
"Um..." America was pondering this.
How on Earth could he say to his child that the child's 'dad' was a psycho?
"You're dad's a psycho,"
Excellent wording, America!
"What?" Alaska began to sound distressed.
Delaware instantly jumped on the scene and carted Alaska off from America.
"Okay, maybe I could have worded that better,"
"Ya think?" New Jersey was laughing in the corner.
"Can it," New York snapped.
They both opened their mouths.
"SHUT UP!" a little girls voice carried through the room.
"Alaska?"
A.N. Sorry for the short chapters.
I'm planning on writing short chapters but being able to update more often.
Da?
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