{Warning: Profanity.}

Word count: 242

Chapter 13: That doesn't matter.

Guys I'm not posting the final chapter until I get more votes in chapter 1 so start voting. I'm thinking the final chapter will be like chapter 16/17 so I can have a chapter or two to develop the rusame a bit, Ameripan is plenty developed.

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"That doesn't fucking matter now does it?" I snapped at China, my wings were flapping dangerously causing the older to shut up.

"Well it kinda does you git!" England yelled from across the meeting room. I sighed and put my face in my hands. "GUYS! Belarus is unconscious and I need to put my wings away before any humans see so SHUT UP!" I screamed at everyone.

My wings folded up neatly as I tried my best to put on my torn up shirt. I picked my jacket off of the floor and slipped it on my back, safely securing my wings.

I slipped out the room gripping Japan's hand tightly with Russia following behind me. "Fredka, care to explain what happened back there?" Russia questioned me while we were running.

"My wings acted in defense, there is nothing I can really do about that." I replied nonchalantly. He nodded his head as I pushed both Japan, Russia and myself I to a storage closet.

"Umm, America?" Japans voice was heard. "I just don't wanna be seen when the ambulance shows up." I replied to them both.

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