See what I did with the title? ;) haha-*shot*
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"CAN WE STOP NOW PLEASE?!" You cried as you kept on jogging, with Germany along your side.
"Nien. Come one (y/n). You can do this." He made it look so easy! "Ugh, I'm stoping. I need a break! You go on without me!" (You kept holding on to the zipper of your sweater cuz it kept on sliding down, exposing your.....um...tatas) You panted as you put your hands on your thighs and just kinda died there.(jk don't die) He kept going, after a few steps, you heard him stop. He was running in place as you looked at him still panting/dying. (Good job! Your almost done with a mile reader!) You let go of your sweater zipper and forcefully pushed yourself to keep going. "Fine Germany. I'm coming over but we have to walk the rest when I reach you!" No worries! You just had to run a small bit and done! Right? (Yes but...) you started to jog, forgetting about your loose sweater zipper you have to hold up. You made your way, you saw Germany look at you wide eyed and beet red! You get jogging over to him and come to a halt like you said you would when you reached him. You looked at Germany confused. He just looked away and pointed at your Northern region. You looked down and literally almost died. Your sweater zipper was all the way down, exposing your fancy bra and treasures. "GERMANY PRETEND NOTHING EVER HAPPENED." You cried out, quickly zipping up your sweater. Neither of you made eye contact the whole walk back home.

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BASED ON A TRU STORY. (I thought this was worthy of sharing with you guys...)
Okay guys story time.
This happened to me...in front of my crush. I literally died and that's the reason it's much harder and usual to even look at him. Okay so one day I was at cheer try outs. And we had to run a long way from the gym to our parking lot and back (it's really far but easy?) for conditioning. So I came late, and I ran after all the other girls ran, so I walked out the gym, and started running in my stunning sports outfit (consisting of a lousy sweater I have to burn bc it betrayed me! I actually fixed the zipper but it broken that one time!) and I saw him outside sitting on a bench being the cutie he is and doing his homework or whatever. So I'm like, play it cool don't look stupid. So I started running minding my own business, when I feel a hell of a northern breeze, so I'm like meh I'll ignore it (I was looking straight, trying to make it look as if I didn't mind his presence) oh but sill me. He stared up when I passed by, and then I noticed why I felt a breeze there, and I looked down and I like :O OH SHIT. I quickly zip my sweater up. And I'm like. This is it. This is were I die. So to avoid him I went a really long way to return to cheer. AND THAT KIDS IS WHY YOU SHOULD SUE SWEATER COMPANIES. :) I felt dead inside. Because I was wearing my fancy black bra (remember I was late) and I WAS HALF NAKED IN FRONT OF HIM. IM LIKE OH GAWD WHY.  I MEAN, MY WOOWAAS WERE PRACTICALLY FALLING OUT MY FANCY ASS BRA WHATS NOT TO CRY ABOUT?! SURE IM THIN BUT MY TATAS ARNET?! There average sized. But let's change this. I was like, "okay. I'm gonna move to Nebraska, find another family, dye my hair black, and change my name to Eggs Benedict. By felicias." I looked so cute in the outfit. I was like damn. Then after that I'm like damn. It was a black and white sweater and black yoga pants with red converse and my hair was perfect. WHY SWEATER?! WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME I PROBABLY LOOKED LIKE A STRIPPER  BECAUSE I REDID MY EYELINER AND DID A HEAVY CAT EYE ON ACCIDENT!!! (....wait....now I'm less concerned bc I know I looked really good that day....STILL *sulks)

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