America was walking around with Lithuania when Montana ran up to him holding a lighter. “Monny!” He shouted over the music, “What are bạn doing with a lighter?”
Breathlessly, the state explained how the party lighter had gone missing and how New York had found it underneath his bed, and how she wanted to give it to him right away so that it wouldn’t get missing again.
America smiled, ruffled her hair and pocketed the lighter. He smiled to himself. The states were never this antsy, they were probably all grouping together, not mingling with the other guests.
France smiled slyly at Connecticut,...
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