America held his head high, his jaw set and his steps certain. No more running. He was a hero, a fighter. He would be extremely mortified come the morning, but he'd be damned if people said he'd ran.Of course, now the mistletoe and Russia were nowhere to be found
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America held his head high, his jaw set and his steps certain. No more running. He was a hero, a fighter. He would be extremely mortified come the morning, but he'd be damned if people said he'd ran.Of course, now the mistletoe and Russia were nowhere to be found ( ... )
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It was a lovely ending loved the hint that there might be more in store that evening and love, love, love your drunk England he was amazing.
Thanks again so much for taking up the prompt I still adore how you used sentient mistletoe best thing ever! :-)
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