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Having your most dearest, closest friend move away is a pain so unimaginable, most don’t even think about it. It hurts deep inside every time you think about it, knowing that you may never see them again. Trying to keep in contact with the person most dear to you can sometimes only make it worse, showing the distance between the two of you, but true friends try to keep the relationship together anyway. Slowly, the distance between the two of you grows wider, no matter how hard you try to stop it, but only the very best of friends can keep their status as such. It was painful to think about, she concluded, holding her cell phone to her c

The words were right on the tip of his tongue, and yet someone had to knock on the door and spoil that perfect moment. Canada bit his lip and jumped up to answer it, silently cursing whoever was on the other side of the door. They were threats that he would never go through with, of course, but at a time like that, who wouldn’t curse them out in their mind? After doing some kind of strange mix of a groan and a sigh, he opened the door to find someone he couldn’t turn away. A certain annoying American older sibling was standing on the doorstep, humming a song to himself that was blasting from one of the headphones plugged into his

“Hey, Can, why don’t you ever let me cook?” Prussia asked Canada as he worked busily over the stove, humming to himself a tune that Prussia vaguely recognized. A week had passed since he had moved in, and living with Canada was several thousand times better than living with West. “Because whatever it was that Germany always fixed for you, it wasn’t good.” Canada laughed and crinkled his nose as though something smelled bad, and Prussia rolled his eyes. “You can say that again.” Prussia laughed. “Your cooking is ten thousand times better.” “Thank you.” Canada said, a blushing rushi

“Okay you guys, I know I invited you all over to play video games, but due to the storms, the power kind of sort of went out.” America announced as he entered his darkened living room lit only by candles to see four annoyed faces glaring back at him. “Invited, that’s a new word. More like forced against our wills!” China muttered, crossing his arms. “If you had known that there were supposed to be storms, why didn’t you wait until another day?” England asked sourly. “Because I didn’t know there were supposed to be storms ‘cause only lame people watch the weather, duh!” America re