Mr. World's No. 1

My name's Alfred and, recently, I've become a the world's number one industrial nation! It's a pretty exciting honor, but it's definitely a lot of work, too.

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Drafts:

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Send me, "So... you wanna make out?" to see how my muse reacts.

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send me one for my muse's reaction

"Are we really doing this?"

"Are you doing this to upset me?"

"Friends don't look at each other like that."

"Give me a chance."

"I am not doing that."

"I can prove you wrong."

"I can show you the world."

"I did a bad thing."

"I don't want to love you, but I do."

"I missed you."

"I regret last night."

"I think we can pull through."

"I think you need to get in my bed. Now."

"I thought you were gone forever."

"I want you naked. Now."

"I'm a bad person."

"I'm breaking up with you."

"I'm not who you think I am."

"I'm pregnant."

"If you and I were the only two people alive on the planet, I still wouldn't have sex you."

"Marry me?"

"Please, don't do this."

"Stop yelling at me."

"That outfit would look better on my bedroom floor."

"There is no one I hate more than you."

"This is not fair."

"This is not the time nor place."

"We are not getting a pet."

"We can't do this anymore."

"What are you doing?"

"Who do you think you are?"

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Why aren't you answering my calls?"

"You shouldn't have done that."

"You'll regret this."

"You're being inappropriate."

"You're the one person I actually trust."

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Romano squinted at the American. “Excuse you…I do things! “ he retorted. Not exactly now. He did go to the other’s place to mooch off of him. That sentence woke him up. “ Coffee… I’ll make it. You’d only fuck it up…” he grumbled, hopping off of his nesting of blankets on the couch. When it came to coffee he was not fooling around. The italian was very militant about coffee. “ You… “ he stared at the sad excuse for coffee grounds and glared at America with a murderous look. “What the fuck is this? “ 

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“Of course you, do, Romano,” Alfred chuckled. For someone that did things, Romano sure slept a lot, but Alfred didn’t feel inclined to say so out loud. He set aside his box and followed behind the Italian at an eager pace. While he didn’t think his own coffee was as horrible as the other was making it out to be, he had to admit that it still wasn’t nearly as good as Romano’s, “If you’re absolutely sure you want to...”

His eyes widened at the question, looking between Romano and the coffee grounds, “I picked them up on my way home, yesterday. I didn’t really think it mattered which ones I got. You don’t like them?”

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“W-Why thank you! I´m flattered Amerika” cheeks pink he blurted out “Sorry it sounded like some kind of place you can get food” he explained

“O-Okay, just give me a moment” he murmured, humming a little melody now slightly “Okay I got it!” and with a sing sang voice he said the alphabet backwards, with one little break but in the end he still got it right “Are you satisfied now?” he asked

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“‘Ey! Not bad!” Alfred slapped him on the back in comradely, “You’re really as full of surprises as they say! But... You probably don’t need me to crab that for ya. Come on inside and I’ll have Lithuania get us some coffee.”

He ushered the German towards the door, beaming brightly, “I’d offer you some fine Italian dining, too, but my other resident was less than happy when I told him you were coming over. Coffee will have to suffice.”

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“I don’t think you understand, nor are you in any position to be telling me what to worry about and what not to worry about.”

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“I think I can sympathize a little bit, but I won’t argue the matter. I do feel like worrying this much is just gonna make things worse instead of better.”

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❛ because who doesn't love ME? ❜ -—- cocky/self-absorbed sentence starters

❛I love myself almost as much as you do.❜

❛How can I be so perfect without breaking a sweat?❜

❛You’re just really lucky to know me, you know that?❜

❛You’re so adorable when you forget that I’m drowning in cash money and self-satisfaction.❜

❛Yeah, I know I’m gorgeous. Now tell me something I don’t know.❜

❛Where have I been all your life?❜

❛In a perfect world, everything would begin and end with me.❜

❛I’m so glad to see you! Now you can go get me a cappuccino.❜

❛If there’s anything more important than my ego around here, I want it caught and shot now.❜

❛I’m always thinking about myself, and I expect everybody else to do the same. That’s what’s called sympathy.❜

❛You should be thinking about others. In fact, you should be thinking about me.❜

❛See my crown? I am king, and I love the endless worshipping.❜

❛It’s almost scary how good I look in this.❜

❛Woah there, don’t hate me ‘cause I’m beautiful!❜

❛If you’re going to hate yourself this much, you should at least start worshipping me to make up for it.❜ 

❛My father used to say to me, ‘it’s not all about you.’ I told him I was working on it.❜

❛I NEED ATTENTION TWENTY-FOUR HOURS A DAY!!!❜

❛Hey, quit fooling around! We’ve got more important things to focus on. By which I mean me. Let’s just all pay attention to me.❜

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           “Well, your perception of me is really your problem, now isn’t it?”

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“Guess so. Though, maybe something about’cha gives off that kinda vibe.”

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“Oh, I certainly wasn’t expecting you.”

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“Hate to drop in on ya like this, but you got a few minutes?”

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     “…ah. Do you mean a literal torch? ‘Cause it’s been a while since I’ve handled torches–”

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“It’s an expression, Pal. It means you’ve got a crush and a bad one at that.”

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He nodded, “O-oh… Umm I got a bit lost do you know how to get to Main street?

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“No problem, Sweetheart,” he stood beside her, pointing down the road, “You just go down this way until you get to the corner of Ridge and South. Turn left and you’ll walk right into Main. I could take you there, myself, if you think it’ll help.”

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America trying to give a compliment

America: Canada bro I love your face

Canada: We have the same face...?

America: exACTLY!

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“If I beat you in a game of rummy, you owe me ice-cream.”

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“You can’t be grounded if you’re not a colony, right?”

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Romano was still confused as to why America had let him stay this long. He never did much housework and the guy already had a willing slave in that russian guy. Why he was still here was a bit of a mystery. “Whatever…haven’t you ever heard of a SIESTA? I just ate a big meal and it’s custom where I’m from to lay down and nap off as you digest. “ he said. Nevermind that he ate 2 hours ago and it was ten in the morning. 

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“Well... No, I haven’t. We don’t have... siestas?” he glanced down at his watch to check the time and then back at the Italian, eyebrow raised, “I usually just work straight nine hour days, but if you’re used to naps then I won’t stop you.” His two guests really couldn’t have been more different, but they both had contributed to house in their own way and Alfred was beginning to really enjoy having some company around. He gestured towards the door, smiling, “I should probably be getting back to work... Unless you’d like some coffee?”

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“‘Ey! Do you think maybe I could get a hand with this?”

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“Whatever ya do, don’t touch the chef. If he comes at’cha with a spatula, it’s your own fault.”