Tory: Should I continue writing these?
Russia: If you want her to then you should review, da?~
Tory: Yeah what Russia-chan said! Well…enjoy!
Russia: My little sunflower owns nothing but the plot.
There you were, your sparkling (eye color) hues already closed as the gentle breeze played with your hair. The long, uncut grass lazily waved around you as you laid there, with your best friend, America.
America was watching you take a nap in his backyard. He reached out, gently brushed your hair behind your ear, and kissed your forehead.
"I love you (name)"
"I love you too, Alfred" You peeked up at him with a sheepish smile. He just laughed and pulled you closer.
"That's good..." He said before dosing off into dreamland with you.