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It was a fine afternoon in the Mc Donalds. America was sitting at a lone booth, he had to sit at a booth because he wouldn't fit in a normal chair; he's just too fat!
He was stuffing his face with 17 Big Macs, 8 20 piece chicken nuggets, two large cokes, and 13 large fries covered in extra oil.
The food mushed between his rotten teeth- filling his cavities with every bite.
“Who needs a dentist when you have McDonald's!” America yells to the empty McDonald's lobby; the workers knew to hide in the back when he came in.
Suddenly his phone started releasing a sound “yes king-” his phone rang.
“Hello this is America, don't ask about our president, how can I help?” He said- food sliding down his chin and to the floor.
“America, it's me you fatti” shouted Canada.
“Canada!? I thought you were nicer than thisss” America was almost brought to tears, he didn't think he was fat- no he couldn't be!
“America, you need to lose weight, and stop being gay! There are plenty of fitness centers in your God damn country, go to one fag!” Canada hung up.
America didn't know how cruel his brother could be, he wished he never knew. A tear ran down his face getting into his order- which he had mushed into a paste for an easy consumption.
“A-am I fat?” America looks down at himself- taking up the whole booth seat, crying at saw.
He slowly got up and ran out of the building -only after he finished eating- and “ran” to his car.
“I'M NOT A FAT FAGGOT!” he screamed hitting his steering wheel, families blocked their kids' eyes.
“GOD THEY NEED BIGGER CARS THIS SHIT HURTS…” he looks down again. His fat rolls pushed into every crevice they could reach, he couldn't even see the pedals.
“M-maybe I am fat” the fat man looks out the window to the planet fitness then looks over at the KFC across the street, attempting to make up his mind.
But then he saw it…A HOSPITAL!
America made up his mind, he's going to lose this weight with ozempic! He's a genius!
He puts his foot all the way on the pedal to the hospital.
“Oh boy I can't wait!”
America runs inside- like actual runs for once!- towards the front desk.
“Hey I have type 2 diabetes; can I get some ozempic?” America asked the very skinny receptionist lady.
“OH MY GOD YOU'RE SO MORBIDLY OBESE, YES TAKE IT ALL!” the poor woman screams at the fat man before throwing all the ozempic bottles at him
“ I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF THAT'S ENOUGH- PLEASE LEAVE!” she begged and pleaded.
America ran out of the building, holding the bottles in his fat rolls. Tears ran down his seventh chin.
“You need this, it will help!” He tells himself as rams himself into the car.
“I NEED IT RIGHT NOW.” he screams-pulling out twelve bottles.
He consumed the first bottle “no it's not enough!” He downs the next, then the next, then before he knew it, the twelve bottles he found in his rolls were all empty.
“Maybe this will fix me” America shouted to himself.
The next day, America woke up in a suspiciously wet bed. He gets up and looks down, expecting to see his disappointment of a body-but no- he sees a body coverd in extra skin. He looks around to see pials of vomit and fat.
“Oh… I didn't think this is how ozempic worked… but alright I'll just have to go get plastic surgery!” America jumped up out of bed with his new found lightness.
America goes to Turkey to ask for plastic surgery, since he offered it cheep.
“Hey Turkey! I heard you offered plastic surgery, I need a skin reduction, so I thought you'd be able to help!” Turkey looks at him for a good second before leading him into an ally way. “It will only hurt a little” Turkey pulls out a bat and waks America on the head till he passes out.
When America woke up ,his wallet was missing and Turkey was nowhere to be seen.
America looks down again for one last time and sees his new skinny figure. “OH MY GOD I NEED TO SHOW CANADA!” America gets up as fast as he can- feeling like a new man! He runs past every McDonald's and KFC, even though he was tempted. He finally made it to Canada’s house. “BRO OPEN UP I NEED TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING!!” he practically screamed.
“SYBAU!” Canada screamed back before opening the door. “Oh my God- YOU'RE SKINNY?” he yelled.
“Yes bro! Now you can finally be nice to me again!”
“Wait…” Canada sniffed the air.
“Your still gay. Get out FAGGOT!” he slammed the door in the gay man's face.
“what!?” America looks at his hand questioning himself.
“I know what I need to do next” he looks off into the sunset at the conversion camp.
“I'll be perfect soon…just you wait.”