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APH | Pop Rocks and a Stamp [America x Reader]
Contains a bit of crack and swear words c:
"YOU GITS! MY TONGUE FEELS LIKE IT'S BEEN INJECTED BY FIREWORKS!" England chased America and you out of the house. He had scribbles on his head and an American flag stamped on his forehead. My god, he looked...um...like he was on crack.
"HEY AL, WAS THIS WORTH IT?!" you shouted at America.
"NAH DUDE, IT WASN'T! BUT STILL FREAKING HILARIOUS!" he shouted back.
How did you guys got into this situation anyways?!
You and America were bored and seating in England's living room watching day time television. England had already fallen asleep on the couch. You thought of a sick plan and smirked.
"Hey America." you looked at him.
"Yeah?" he asked dully.
"I have a sick idea."
"Fire away." he sounded interested now.
"Oh God _____! That's brilliant!" you immediately covered his mouth with a hand.
"Shh. You might wake up Iggy!"
"Sorry. Come on dude let's go."
First, you put thick red ipstick all over his mouth. Second, you and Alfred
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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