America has vitiligo and hides it
fluff with Portugal and UK uncles (Scotland, Wales, and Ireland)
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America, even as a colony, was special. He was naturally happy, strong, and self-sufficiant. His Native American family loved him dearly, despite Alfred being born with different skin than them. You may be thinking why it was different, well, America was born with vitiligo.
Alfred skin was born blotchy, some of it was tan, other bits were white. Some people thought it was a disease, and stayed far away from Alfred. But, his family always held him close without a care in the world. It wasn't until the pale faced invaders came that Alfred was put in real danger.
The white men would come and see a native boy with spotted skin, and think he was sick and disturbed. They would shoot at him, try their best to end his plague, no matter what the cost. This forced Native America to cast a spell on him, one that would eventually fade away. America looked normal to the strangers now, and he was safe.
America would learn the spell Vinland, to keep up his "normal" skin. But, sometimes, when he was too weak or his emotions went array, his spell dropped. It can go without saying that Alfred only needed to be seen one time before he learned how "gross" his real skin was.
From that point on, America trained so he would no longer be weak enough to break the spell. It paid off, by the time of his revolution, America never dropped the shield. It stayed like that for so long, centuries even.
Until the Great Depression...
America had been at a world meeting in Britain when the effects of the crash took full effect. He was at the podium when a rush of dizziness overcame him, and he collapsed. Sweden shot up and caught him and the crowd of nations watched as blood came out of his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears. They thought that the bleeding would be it, but no, Alfred's skin suddenly began to change. His skin blotched randomly, but mostly around his eyes, mouth, nose, and all over his body.
Sweden and Denmark's eyes widened as Alfred's skin continued to blotch. The tall nations looked at one another as Sweden held onto Alfred tighter.
"What the bloody hell is happening to my little brother?! Why is he turning into that?!" Britain shouted, scared. Scotland happened to be there, dropping off papers, when he heard the shout. He ran in and saw Alfred, rushing to him.
"Artie, ye best have a look at these. America's stock has crashed, the poor lad's entire economy just collapsed in on itself," Scotland handed the papers to Arthur, who gaped in horror.
"Allistor, take him back to the manor, you, Ireland, and Wales can look after him while we figure this out," Scotland nodded and took Alfred's body. Once at the mansion, the three uncles tended to all of Alfred's wounds. Alfred began to wake up a few hours later, smelling something from the kitchen. He sat up and noticed exactly where he was, making his way to the kitchen in hopes of seeing Arthur.
"Oh, Uncle Wales," the smaller man jumped at the sudden voice. He looked over and ran to Alfred.
"Poor boy, are you ok? Does anything hurt?"
"Just my head," Alfred answered softly. Ireland came in with a kettle.
"I was about to put the kettle on, green tea will help. Just sit down boy-o," just then, there was a frantic knock on the door. Scotland, who had been smoking a cigar in the living room, got up and answered it.
"Where is he?! Where's Alfred?!"
"Portugal, lad, what are ye doing here?" Portugal shoved Scotland aside and ran in. He saw Alfred, standing nervously.
"There you are, you sweet little dove," he ran up and hugged Alfred, "go back to bed, we will bring you your things," Alfred nodded and went back upstairs. Scotland sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Joao, you can't just-"
"His skin looks like Scandinavia's, he must be a distant relative to the Nordics. I noticed how Sweden and Denmark noticed it as well during the meeting. I think Sweden is starting to remember Alfred's mother and correlating the fact that he's Alfred's father,"
"But wait, aren't Canada and America twins. Why does America have the skin condition and Canada not?" Wales asked as he grabbed a ladel to spoon the stew.
"Perhaps the same reason why none of the Nordics inherited it, luck," Ireland heard the kettle whistle and ran to get it. He prepared a cup and poured the hot water over a strainer with green tea leaves. Scotland got a silver serving tray and put it on the table, and Portugal grabbed a linen with a spoon.
"Who will bring it up to him?" Portugal asked.
"Why don't we all go, I don't think the lad realized his skin has changed," Scotland suggested. Everybody nodded and Scotland grabbed the tray. As they went upstairs to Alfred's room, they heard Alfred scream. Portugal busted open the door only to see Alfred in front of the mirror.
"No, no, no! This can't be happening! It was gone for so long! Why did it come back now?!" Alfred tried to scratch off his skin, but was quickly stopped by Ireland.
"Alfred, why on Earth are you scratching so hard! You'll bleed!"
"I'd rather have red skin then this! I don't want to be a disease again!" Scotland instantly put down the tray and knelt to Alfred, embracing him.
"Lad, ye are not a disease! This is just how ye were born! It looks amazing!"
"No! Everybody shot at me because of this skin! I hate it! I hate how ugly it is!" Alfred said out of panic. He truly once adored his rare skin, but the trauma he had from the endless torture was enough to cause him to dispise it.
"Alfred, I think it looks amazing! You truly look beautiful, even more beautiful now!" Alfred tried to scratch again, but Portugal held his hands.
"Whatever those assholes back in those days said to you, know that we love you skin. Every single blotch adds to your uniqueness and rarity. You are a beautiful boy, Alfred,"
Alfred, after hearing those words, began to cry. The four uncles embraced the poor boy as he let out all his sadness. They settled him in bed once he was done and took care of him. The next day at the meeting, Alfred showed his true skin.
Some thought it was hidious, and laughed. But, as the big, stoic Sweden approached him, he could only see the eyes of one of the sons he left behind.
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