America sat in the corner of his room, it was the middle of the night. This memory was back when USSR had just died and America was stuck in Scotland's house prison. He could feel the homesickness and grief hit him like a train. He thought he had moved on, but no, it came back. Not only that but he was planning on dumping tea into the ocean the next day, but he knows what's going to happen. He'll probably be killed by the British.
Tears rolled down his face. He wasn't sure if he could do it. He wasn't sure if he was ready to take this risk.
Alright, let's get this show on the road! We got a bunch of ships that need to get dumped! Confederate yelled throughout the room, even though America was the only one that could hear him. Confederate was only a little shadow at the time, he had no flag or dark eyes, just jet black cloud-like skin, and pale white eyes. He looked down on the American in the corner, he was curled in a ball. Uh... Am I interrupting something?
"No..." America said quietly.
Confederate mentally panicked, he could feel what was wrong. Are... ya good?
"Not really..."
Confederate flew next to America then sat down next to him ...Wanna talk about it?
"It's just the usual." America had told Confederate about his homesickness and grief a lot before. Confederate thought to himself.
Wanna complain to a nonexistent being? Confederate joked.
"You're not nonexistent." America was looked ahead while Confederate watch America.
What? Confederate tilted his head.
"You exist, I can talk to you, you always talk back. You exist."
But, I don't really matter. Confederate shrugged. Your the only one that will see or hear me.
"That... That should be enough. Right?"
I guess, but I still can't do much, so I must not matter that much. Confederate looks at the floor.
"You... matter to me." Confederate looked up then at America who looked at the ground. "Even though you said that you were just my dark thoughts..."
Oh, yeah. Confederate weakly laughed to himself. To be honest... I was being... A... An... Confederate looked for words.
"Edge-lord?"
Yeah...
"You know... I think you're more. You're someone who stayed..." America pauses and looks at Confederate. "Who's done that besides you?"
Confederate was quiet. He looked forward. He still felt America's sadness. Sorry... I'm not the best comforter...
"You don't need to." Confederate looked at America's tired eyes. "I just need to talk to someone..." America yawned and his head fell on Confederate's shoulder and his eyes were closed.
Confederate tensed. What do I do...? He thought. He couldn't let Scotland see America sleeping on nothing. But he looks so cute. Hey! You need to sleep in your bed, not on me. He said in a teasing tone and hid his hesitation.
America mumbles. Confederate sighs and helps America to his bed. He sets America down gently and America snuggles into a pillow. Confederate stares at America.
On the outside, America was a normal country, aside from him being a little skinny and timid, but people would never see the inside like Confederate could. America was just a little runaway boy that wants love.
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The Runaway - CountryHumans - AU
Fanfiction-IF THIS BOOK IS SEEN ON ANYWHERE BUT WATTPAD, IT HAS BEEN STOLEN- 13 Colonies (America) has a great connection with his father, England. But when a sweet child becomes a rebellious teen who feels no one listens to him or understands what he's going...
