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america woke up to the buzzing of a very special alarm.
it was september 10th.
today was the day. the day america could see his one true love again, even after death.
charles james kirk. his god, his universe. the only one that could ever complete him, make him whole.
oh how he missed his wonderful smile, his beautiful soulful eyes, the thoughts of running his hands through his hair, everything about him was just so dreamy...
it had been exactly one year since he had tragically passed away, it was like a second 9/11 to him. he remembered the following weeks of depression, how much he sobbed and how little he left bed. he remembered how his brother berated him.
america's bedroom door opened slowly with a click. his head bolted over.
"alfred... it's been two weeks... you need to get up and get over it. charlie kirk was a nazi and it's stupid mourning him, what's done is done," canada blankly huffed with a sigh, for the millionth time.
america held back a sob. "y-you don't get it mattie. you really just.. don't get it," the pathetic little country squeakily bawled as tears fell. "he was... so amazing... and- and they killed him!"
canada sighed, rolling his eyes as he exited, closing the door behind him with a defeated grumble. "fatass..."
but now, nobody would be able to harass this innocent little america (5'10 btw hmu), because he was going to summon his soon-to-be lover from the dead, and make everything okay again. he should get ready!
7:34 AM
"MATTIE! dude! you'll never guess what today is!" america shouted, almost breaking down his twin brother's door.
if there was one thing that could combat the oversleeping of depression, it would be his obnoxious brother's obnoxious behavior at obnoxiously early hours in the morning.
matthew slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes with a stretched out groan. his eyes darted over to the clock out of instinct, and angrily back at america, who was smiling wider than canada had ever seen.
"alfred, it is seven in the morning, what on earth is it this time?" canada chastised, rubbing his eyes and frowning, trying to grasp the situation.
"DUDE!!!IT'SSEPTEMBERTENTHWHICHMEANSICANSUMMONCHARLIEKIRKFROMTHEDEADANDINEEDYOURHELPWITHSETTINGUPTHERITUALSOICANCONFESSMYUNDYINGLOVETOHIMANDWECANGETMARRIEDANDLIVEHAPPILYEVERAFTER!!!"
...
canada laid back down, and went back to sleep.
8:03 AM
finishing the unholy blood circle, america chuckled. almost time... one by one, he set and lit the candles, blood writing, and whatever other bullshit you need for rituals i guess. i don't know.
taking a deep breath, america sorted through the various library books he borrowed, as he previously had no idea how to do this. searching for the summoning book, his door opened.
america swung his head around, to see canada.
"ah, so thats where my blood jar went..." the slightly less white boy one started, in a final attempt to stop this, "look, alfie... i know youre desperate, but this just isn't right. the dead should stay dea-"
america cut him off with a forced laugh.
"ha ha ha, very funny. if you weren't aware, im very serious about this! our relationship is so close to reality and i'm not going to let you ruin it, matthew." the last part stated as he stood up, crossing his arms.
canada huffed. "fine! but youre making a mistake, dont come crying to me if it all goes wrong." he stated resentfully as he exited, slamming the door.
good. now that the nuisance was gone he could continue.
eventually finding the book he needed, america flipped through the pages until he found a decent demon summoning spell. after carving down the needed symbols into the ground, america set the book down in the center of the ritual circle, he placed a photo of his beloved ontop of it.
"oh my dear kirk, we'll be reunited very soon, dude...."
the only thing left to do was to shoot the photo with the very bullet charlie was killed with. america found it and kept it as the only thing left of his dear charles.
aiming carefully, he fired.
as soon as the weapon went off, he appeared.
the most beautiful man america had ever seen in his life.
charlie kirk, in the demonic flesh. all america could do was stare in adoration.
"a-alfred?" kirk gasped. he thought he would never see his true love ever again.
"kirk!" america was in tears. he stood up and grabbed charlie, spinning him in the air before grasping his face and bringing it towards his. their lips met needily, opening into eachother hungrily, tongues interlocking as their hands dig into eachothers sides. america grinded onto charlie, rubbing their pressed bodies together, creating wonderful friction.
it didnt last long though.
suddenly, one of the walls exploded from seemingly nowhere.
"w-what the fuck is that?!"
but as the dust cleared, they saw him.
"charlie... i knew it..."
dean withers looked appalled. his kirk.... within the arms of a stranger... it angered him.
"d-dean!!! i can explain!!! it isn't what it looks like!"
"it's exactly what it looks like. i knew this would happen someday... you think just because you died means we're over... you just couldn't wait until you made it official, so you went and cheated on me with... this twink."
"hey! im not a-"
"zip it."
america was quickly cut off.
before he knew it, dean was in a magical girl boy transformation sequence... metamorphosing himself into something ethereal, and summoning a microphone staff fucking thing whatever.
charlie (omega) squealed and hid behind america, as he shielded his arms out to protect his little kirk kitten...
"run... i'll fix this..."
"w-what are you going to do alfred-kun???"
"i'm going to call donald trump to airstrike dean withers..."
little charlie ran for his life, entrusting his afterlife in the not so capable hands of america.
"you cant run from me, kirk!" dean withers darted past america, chasing after charlie with bloodlust.
america was panic-dialing the presidents number as quickly as he could... if he was too slow, charlie could die... again... he would never let it go if he died because of him.
"hey yeah is this trump. i need you to airstrike someone. dean withers. find where he is yorself you fat fuck i'm a better leader than you. ok thanks so much"
now all he had to do was wait. wait for this senile old fuck to work something so the love of his life doesn't die... he just has to pray to mdonald's that his love will last as long as possible...
about 5 minutes later, it happened.
he heard the sound of an impending bomb, and then...
a massive explosion, dust and rock flying everywhere, blocking america's vision. when the blindness subsided, america couldnt find anything in the rubble of the destruction. they were both gone. kirk's evil ex was gone, but at the cost of kirk himself... how could this happen...
america could only sit there on his knees, staring off into nothingness as he processed it all.
kirk... was gone again. essentially forever. until the next september 10th, kirk was... gone. he could never wait that long for his soulmate to return to him. what could he do now...?
first he felt emptiness, then regret, and anger, and then...
a hand on his shoulder. he couldnt bring himself to glance up at who could only be canada.
"alfie... you got our house blown up over charlie kirk. was it worth it?"
it wasn't worth it. america made an impulsive decision without thinking... and now his dear kirky is gone.
he felt the hand lift from his shoulder, and canada sit down next to him.
"i know how much he meant to you, but i hope you know how just much you mean to me."
somehow, that snapped america out of it. he directed his gaze over at canada with a puzzled, tired look on his face.
"what's that supposed to mean...?" the pathetic one questioned groggily.
canada inhaled deeply. was he really about to tell him this? right now?
a potentially life ruining confession?
whatever. what's the worst that could happen? he's already completely forgotten by everyone, one weird thing wont matter. it couldn't go on a permanent record because he doesn't have one for it to go on.
"i'minlovewithyouandihavebeenforyears."
he spat the words out quickly, preparing for a variety of reactions.
america's eyes lit up as he processed what canada said, zoning back into reality.
"you... huh?"
"... nevermind, i just made things worse."
canada stood up, about to walk away, probably into the ocean out of shame...
but a hand pulling on his sleeve kept him in place.
canada hesitantly looked back to see america only a few inches from him, smiling wider than he's ever seen before.
the only "words" america could get out were repeated stammers as he grabbed onto canada, lifting him up in the air and spinning him around, startling canada.
"wha- hey! put me down!"
america suddenly came to a halt, and did infact set canada down, both twins embarrassed and blushing.
"so... uh... what are you gonna do now that kirk is gone again?"
"him? oh yeah fuck htat guy i got over him forever ago"
"what"
and then america slapped canada's ass and they walked off into the sunset to incest it up guys. the end
