Hetalia one-shots

Back when It was the 1960s

   Used of drugs. Mentions of war.If these topics disturb you It would be best for you not to read. Ameliet with  Mathew(Canada) and Alfred(America) doing hippie shit. Some 60's slang which is supper cringe but ignores that plz.  Plz enjoy it, and I recommend reading this with the song on.

America POV 

    Currently, I was cleaning out my closet which I've neglected to clean out for the past decade. Lituania was helping out, sweeping the dust and helping me decide what to keep and disposing of trash. I was glad he was here It always freaked me out to clean out my closet on my own. I usually get flashbacks from minor things such as a book or some old toy soldiers. I once stayed in the walk-in closet for a week because I found a picture of Harriet Tubman.

   "Mr. America, come over here for a second, I believe to have found some clothing not sure if you want to keep it though," Lituania yelled from the back of the closet.

    "I'll be in there in a sec," I yelled back.

   I dropped the boxes I was caring outside the closet and walked over to where Lituania was. he was caring a three-piece outfit, with some loose pants with vertical stripes, each a different color. A white plain shit was placed neatly over the striped pants with a jean jacket with some embroidery. 

   I looked at my one of many old outfits, memories folded in, some good, a mere blur, others sad, broken, and unforgetful. Lituania looked at me slightly confused, "Mr. America are you alright?"

      I was brought back to reality the slight flashbacks going to the back of my head.

       "Yeah", I said. "This is quite old probably some sixty years."

   Of, course it's old I told myself it from the 1960s. The age where most people wore loose clothing did drugs and figured out the secrets of the universe. Lituania was holing the outfit out in front of me as if he were trying to figure out how I looked wearing the outfit. 

    "It's impossible to imagine you wearing this Mr. America, but at the same time it almost suits you." He stated.

    I rubbed the back of my head slightly embarrassed, It was one of the many phases I had to go through as a country.

   "Heh, yeah, it was just a short phase though, didn't wear it for too long before Vietnam. Coarse you would understand I mean you've been around far longer than I have." I replied staring at the pieces of clothing.

   "Yes, I understand the many phases one can go through. Not to be rude, but I think this phrase  was one of the oddest." Lituania stuttered slightly at the last sentence.

    "Don't worry dude, oh hey would ya like to see a pic Mathew and I took back then."

    "Shure did Mr. Canada dress similarly to this as well?" 

    "Oh, you had no idea man, dude was mostly stoned back then or passed out on the couch. You should have heard him rant about moose and mountains, I swear the dude knows more about mountains than I do about Eagles." I chuckled slightly after I said that. It was true Mathew was a completely different person when high, he would be more open.

   I walked to where I had left a photo album on an old table, Lituania at my heels. I searched through the photos till I found the right one and pointed at it.

    "See here it is, Mathew and I both had our hair long back then although Mathew was deeper into the "separate yourself from the world aesthetic." I was more of a yippie than a hippie though, Mathew cared more about finding himself while I cared about politics and how everyone is equal in America." I started this, thinking about how different yet similar the two aesthetics were.