I always thought Britain was particularly adorable. The honorifics and metaphors he uses have always been a sort of turn on, but not seriously. One day I thought I might go out to drink with him: I heard he’s a real animal when he’s got a few beers in his system! But when I rounded the corner I saw something I could have gone my entire life without seeing.
“Hey, stop that tickles!” he laughed, patting the air, “Oh, I love you guys so much,! You make me feel so relaxed! You take all my stress away!” He leaned over and hugged the air space next to him, then pretended to kiss something.
“And he says I’m weird…”
Suddenly America was next to me, shadows casting on his face. “That’s what I said…”
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