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“So, you like me? For realsies?” America asked as he and Switzerland sat on the couch, watching a rerun of some movie dubbed in German. Switzerland sighed. After their kiss he had confessed his feelings, and to his surprise(pleasure, really), America had admitted he felt the same.
“Yes, America, I like you. I like you for realsies,” Switzerland cringed at the word that America had blurted out, for realsies. Who says that? Well he knows who does now. He wasn’t a fan, but he’ll tolerate it since it’s America.
“I’m glad,” America replied, pulling the other one in for a hug.
“You’re going to get sick,” Switzerland patted his back, though he wouldn’t mind taking care of America. As much as he didn’t want to accept it, being cared for feels very nice.
“I’ll live, I always do,” America grinned before planting another kiss on Switzerland’s cheek. Switzerland gently pushed his face away.
“Well, I’d like to at least prevent it. We can do more kissing after I feel better,” Switzerland rolled his eyes, pulling away from the hug. He liked the thought of kissing America, hopefully this illness passes soon. What would happen after that? Did this make them boyfriends? The concept was foreign to Switzerland, but he was willing to learn if America was willing to have him. But with America’s arm around his shoulders and his eagerness to show all sorts of affection, his mind was put at ease. They have time to figure this out completely, hopefully.
Suddenly, Liechtenstein appeared, holding a bunch of folders and papers. They hadn't noticed the sound of the door opening and closing, or the sound of Mary Jane shoes walking down the hall. She combed her hair a bit with her fingers, eyes flicking back and forth from her brother and someone she had just been in a meeting with a little while ago.
“Hello big brother, how are you feeling?” She asked, smiling, setting down the folders on a nearby sideboard, “Mr. America, you shouldn’t sit too close or else you’ll get sick,” she added, shaking her head.
“I’m feeling better, Liechtenstein,” Switzerland replied, “How were the meetings today?”
“I don’t know how you do it,” She sighed, before putting a hand on her stomach, “I’m starving,”
“I made soup, if you want some. It’ll probably be cold though, I can go heat it up,” America quickly jumped up and headed to the kitchen. Liechtenstein took his spot, though much farther away. She and Switzerland sat there, quietly, before she spoke up again.
“So,” she began, “You and Mr. America?” Switzerland nodded, a smile appearing on his face.
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The next day, America woke up to what was an uncomfortable hotness, like a thick blanket suffocating him.
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