Getting Thicker than Before

Oh god.

Oh my fucking god.

I don't think my eyes will ever be cleanse from this experience.

Get this. I woke up at 5 fucking 30 in the morning, really pissed me off when I wanted to sleep for another half hour.

Then I realized that there was noise coming from the other room.

Curiously, I stood up slowly, half of me wanting to just crash back into the bed and forget everything. However, knowing myself, not knowing would kill me.

...And knowing it might as well be the same.

I opened the door to see Arthur on the floor, staring up at Francis, who was just a few inches above him.

"Tell me amour, how much do you really like me? With your whole heart? Or none what-so ever?"The Frenchmen held a smirk on his face.

Oh my god. Okay, calm down! This is Francis I'm talking about, the worlds biggest, flirt to ever roam America!

"Y-You bloody annoying frog," Oh thank god Arthur isn't-, "Does it really matter now? We've both-" He stopped in mid sentance, a pink blush spread over his face.

...I think I've been shot in my sleep and have just woken up to hell.

"What were you about to say?" If possible, Francis smirk just widened. Arthur just glared at that annoying, perverted Frenchmen above him.

"You suck"Francis smirk had disappeared, only to be replaced by a innocent smile.

"Only if ask~"

I just slowly backed up into my room, shutting the door quietly. I walked over to my bed, slipping under the covers, putting my head under my pillow.

After this is over, I am SOOOOOO moving out!

'Please let it be a dream. Please let it be a dream. Please let it be a dream.' I chanted in my head, I just wanted to rid that horrifying image.

Suddenly I hear something fall over.

'PLEASE LET IT BE A DREAM'

I didn't sleep for shit last night.

God damn nympho manics.

Well at least I can say that the French beat out the English on this one.

Moving on because I suffer the flashbacks.

I got up at 10 too see both of the blonds passed out on the floor -thank whatever god that their clothes were on!- I walked passed them into the kitchen to get a garnola bar that would only last for under 10 seconds. I went back to my room in a what I would call the 'awesome-ninja-way'. Which was so true.

Slowly I put on the same jeans from yesterday, which thankfully had no paint on them, grabbing a somewhat clean shirt 'at least it doesn't smell like sweat' , I put on some shoes and found my way out the front door. I looked at my phone to see that it 10:27, enough time to buy some McDonalds, eat, and buy some more for later. And then its off to the creepy commies house. Then back home in enough time to try and my room sound proof. Today might be so bad after that at least.

Then again I seem to be wrong. AGAIN.

As I was walking towards the McDonalds that was exactly 1.5 miles away if memory was any help, I saw that blasted Russian Commie dude again!! He was leaning towards a smaller guy then himself, who was shaking like a leaf. Huh, maybe he has a nervous disorder or something like that.

I continued walking hoping not to be spotted, thankfully I wasn't. I was able to get to McDonalds in peace and order my seven Big Macs, I think I'm gaining weight so I decided to cut down a bit for a while, I least until I get back to 130 lbs again.

However on my way back, the Russian dude was still there, but now he was alone, just leaning up against the wall like he hasn't got a care in the world.

And I suddenly lost control of my legs and feet.

Because I started to walk in his direction.

Its not too late though! If I turn back now...I was relieved to feel my legs stop. And just I turned away, leaving in another direction, I heard a gun shot. I looked over to see a guy in black holding a gun to the Russian guys head.

"Tell us where General Winter is, and I can promise you that your death will be slow and almost painless." I heard the guy say.

And for some reason I felt my chest tighten in fear.

But I'm the hero! I can't afford to be afraid! I put my McDonalds by a bench, hoping that no one would take it and that I won't die by doing this, I felt being in full hero mode that I picked up a mental pipe by a near by construction site, and dashed towards the Russian guys direction. The guy in black had two guys behind, also wearing black, just to make sure that the whatshisface Russian dude can't get away.

"You are wasting your time Comrade, there is no possible way I would even hint where he is," The Russian dude said, his mouth twitching up to a smirk. "I dare you to pull that trigger." Okay, I've heard enough, after I'm done bashing these guys heads in, I'm gonna bash his in afterwards.

"Have it you-" I cut him off with the swing to the head, the pipe was long enough to his all three at the same time. But hitting them in the back of the heads, with the help of my awesome super strength, I was sure enough that they would have a concussion because of this.

I looked to see the Russian dude just staring at me, eying my pipe.

"Ah , I see you have taken up the Communist symbol." Realizing what he meant, I threw the pipe in the ground, can't believed I saved the commie with their own symbol.

I feel slightly sick now.

"Whatever. Why is it that its always me saving you at one point from the moment we met?" It was starting to get really suspious to me...

"I do not ask to be saved by you , you make that choice yourself." Fucking cocky bastard needs to learn to shut his mouth.

"Not even after all the times I saved your ass, your not gonna say thanks? Well you know what, I really don't fucking care at the moment." Woah. Did I say that? I must be having withdraw symptoms....

"My, my, someone seems angry today." Ah to much him across the face, causing one of this adult teeth to be knocked out, and possibility getting blood in his pretty blond hair would be such an awesome thing~

I stopped any further thoughts of those coming into my mind. Damnit I'm a hero, Not a psycho villain!

"Look sorry, I'm going through withdraw right now, and now I'm going to rush to that bench over there to get my bag of food." I saw him look over in the direction of the bench.

"What bag?" I turned to see my awesome food had disappeared on me. Groaning, I threw my head back.

"Fuck. I don't have anymore money to buy anymore!" And along with several other curse words that I have picked up along the years ,mostly from Arthur, I just leaned against the wall along with the Russian who's name I have yet to learn.

"...I suppose since you did save my life in an actual dangerous sitution, I will buy you some of that disgusting food that you claim to be edible." My eyes snapped in his direction in surprise, "Under a certain amount of course."

And I suddenly felt my body go numb and back to life again, I quickly jumped up and hugged him.

And I couldn't stop myself.

I smiled in his direction, hoping that my glasses won't fall because of the moment I was causing.

"Hey your not such a bad guy after all!" I let him go and I notice that his face had gotten slightly red. Well it was pretty hot outside today, and he was wearing a scarf...How weird...But who cares!! I'm getting free food!!!

...Under a certain price of course.

I couldn't stop it.

I had felt my face heat up in such a way that would seem to be a blush.

I was blushing because of this idiot.

I was blushing because of this American Idiot!

I think the walls of hell have broken loose.

My heart was pounding against my rib cage, as if trying to rip itself out.

I quickly suppressed it. I looked to see that his eyes seem much bluer when he was happy, even with the most simplist things.

I let a small smile loose, he didn't notice it though. Which I was thankful for.

We decided on a price below or equal to 30 American dollars.

Unsurprisingly he chose everything from the dollar menu. It had amounted to 28.60, and the idiot American acted as if it was the best thing in the world.

I saw him glance at his phone, catching the time, I realized it was 11:30. I suggested we sit somewhere so that he can stop picking fries from the bag. He agreed.

"So, whose this General Winter guy?" I heard him say, surprising that I could hear his words since he was shoving the food down as if he were a starving dog.

"He is the Don to be exact." I said quietly, you never know who could be trying to listen in on our conversation, "He is also my father." I waited for the gasp, the scream that said I was a murder, or something such as that.

The thing is, he didn't do what I thought he would do.

"Huh? We'll thats pretty cool! Even though the mafias are not the exactly the best thing ever to do as a career, its still pretty cool." He took a long enough moment to stop eating to send me a smile that would have blinded any weak person.

"You are rather confusing ..."

"Meh. I'm awesome like that though, and you can stop with the '', I'm not that old yet to be called Mister anything yet!"

"I see...So know about my family, would you mind telling me about yours?" I can admit I'm stalling him from leaving.

I just don't know why yet.

"Huh? Yeah sure, just promise not to get them killed!" He said it jokingly, but the undertone of it was serious. I nodded, wanting him to continue on, "Well I live with my brothers, well my twin and step-brother. My twins name is Matthew, I just call him Matty though, and my step-brother is Arthur, he's British and if you ever meet him and he offers you any food DECLINE or else your death maybe caused by unknown forces." He laughed loudly. Well he is American, and Americans are often thought of to be loud.

I don't really mind though.

"Ah, so it is difficult to have your step-brother calm because he lives with two Americans." I said childishly, hoping to get a rise out of him.

"Hey whats that suppose to mean?! But you wrong! Matty is CANADIAN, not quite as awesome of AMERICANS." I was confused now.

"How is it that he is Canadian and you are American?" I tilted my head in confusion. I saw that the blond looked up to the sky.

"Well as weird as it is, our parents were on their way to New York from Alaska, since my mother had wanted to visit some old friends here apparently. Anyways on their way there, they had to stop in Canada because my mom went into labor on the plane. Thing is, they only thought it was one kid, so after a day spent in Canada, they headed for the good old USA. And then she went into labor again when she had me. Which is pretty cool because I don't have to share a birthday with my twin since he was born on the first of July while I was born on fourth, pretty awesome right?"

I was oddly confused at this. But at the same time it made sense...

Americans are so confusing.

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