ForestEverest

 I laid face down on my bed; I had been locked in here for almost three days, completely on my own accord. Spain wouldn't talk to me, and no amount of beer or Sake, or wine from Prussia and France could make the pain from that disappear. I sighed into my pillow, wrapping myself up in my blankets. They were lucky I didn't hang out with Romano anymore, or I would've been packing coke right now, having contacted one of his buddies and having them transfer me some on discount. Speaking of Romano… I picked up my phone we hadn't talked in ages, but when we did he always had a way of distracting me from everything negative. Then I remembered