𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙, 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢. 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚐𝚘, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.

It was early morning, and America was in the kitchen, drinking some coffee, one hand resting on the counter. He glanced at his brother, Australia, who was being overly loud, as per-usual.. "God!" He sighed.