*coughs a bit as he gets out of the taxi he has used to get to America's house, still not feeling very well since a few days ago*
*takes a deep breath, and walks up to the front door of America's house, his hands slightly trembling as he stares at the door, holding a bag*
*sighing again and feeling a bit dizzy, he looks up at the night sky, knowing that the loud and annoying fireworks haven't started yet*
*finally hesitates one last time before holding his hand up to knock at the door, biting his lip, and trying not to let his mind think about painful memories as he waits, his heart racing with anxiety, for America to open the door*
((Yay, another rp x'D
In the bag, there's a piece of paper:
[link] and a handkerchief with the US and UK flags >w>
So you know for later~ ))