Creepypasta: Hetalia Theory: AmericaMore Like This
Alfred washed out his mouth, spitting brown water back into the bathroom sink. He glanced back at the toilet but decided against going back until after dinner.
He wiped his mouth and threw out the paper towel, missing the trash can. He sighed, picking it up again. As he bent over his sweat shirt hung as if it were three sizes too big but it wasn't. As he threw out the paper towel he grimly thought about the red sweatshirt hanging on his shoulders loosely. It had once fit him, but that was when he was fat. I'm still fat, he thought, having a strong urge to vomit.
"Alfred!" His mom called.
"Yeah mom?" He answered, forgetting about his weight for a moment.
She appeared in the doorway of the bathroom. "Can you walk to the store and pick up a gallon of milk? We just ran out."
He nodded, "Sure." There was a mini mart a block away so it would be a quick trip.
His mom handed him a twenty dollar bill. "If you're hungry feel free to buy something for yourself."
"Okay," he said taking th