Stranger things AU

First day.

"AMERICA! FOR GOODNESS SAKE- PLEASE TELL ME YOUR DRESSED!" Britain yelled, speeding up the stairs with a tiny backpack dangling in his hand
"Relax- dad I'm good to go now" America said, stepping out in the room. The 13 year old was wearing a pair of sunglasses, denim overalls, one of his mothers red scarves and the most colorful shirt you ever did see. Oh- and stilettos.
"...What in gods great name are you wearing!?" Britain asked. "Fashion! Mom said I look good in it!" America announced.

"Your mother needs to get her eyes checked. Now go change and wear something that doesn't make you look like a hippie!" Britain stated, shoving America into the bedroom again. The Brit sighing, looking down at the floor and spotting New Zealand standing at his feet, looking up at them.
"...Where's your brother?" Britain asked.
The kiwi said nothing. He only pointed down the hall and towards the stairs leading to the first floor. Britain had glared straight ahead running down the stairs to see the 10 year old Australian sitting half dressed in front of the box TV.

"AUSTRALIA- FOR GODS SAKE- GET READY OR YOU'LL BE LATE AGAIN!" Britain yelled, startling the kid and causing him to topple off the chair he had dragged out, landing on the TV remote.
"God- I wish it was your mother's turn" Britain stated, pinching the bridge of his nose. As soon as Australia stepped off the remote, the TV had switched to a news channel, immediately showing a crime scene with a reporter in front of it.

'Another victim was struck down last night, making a fourth murder case this month. Police are deeming this a serial killer case. We urge you to keep any small children inside past 6:00pm" The reporter went on and on about details about the murder, only showing glimpses of the crime scene behind them. The brothers had gathered around the TV for a few seconds, watching the report.
"...Well what are you all doing here- go get ready for gods sake!" The Brit said, chasing the rest of them off.
After an excruciating 5 minutes, the four of them had finally gotten ready. America had changed to just wear jeans and a shirt. And of course normal shoes this time. The twins were wearing some sort of farm wear. New Zealand wearing overalls with rain boots, seeing as Britain doesn't care if they get recked in the mud. Australia of course wearing hand me downs that were probably older than all the brothers combined. He liked it, made him look like a farmer with the plaid shirt and jeans.
Canada would have been the only one wearing somewhat new and reasonable clothes, seeing as he was probably the favorite among Britain since he got in the least trouble.

Britain had shoved the four out the front door, passing them their bags before slamming the door.
"Wait! We haven't even had breakfast!" Canada cried out.
"Eat your lunches on the bus!" Britain yelled from behind the door. The bus had already pulled up in front of the house and the four brothers rushed to get on, stepping over the bags and paper planes that were laid across the busses floor. They made their way to their seats, sitting in the exact same place they always did.

"Why do you think dad wanted us out of the house so fast?" Canada asked.
"He's probably jerking off" America stated.
"Ew! he's probably just tired of us!" Canada replied.
"Maybe he's getting back with mum?" Australia asked.
"Yeah right! Mom hates his guts!" America said.
As the four were discussing their parents relationship status, the bus had driven passed a scene that was surrounded by police cars, news vans, an ambulance and crime scene tape.
"Hey, isn't that the crime scene from the news this morning?" Australia said, pointing out the window.
"Hey yeah! maybe we'll run into the serial killer!" America stated.
New Zealand had glanced back at America, almost glaring at his older brother for speaking such bullshit.
"I dunno, I saw the body on the TV, I don't think a person can do that" Australia said.
"Maybe it was a bear?" Canada asked.
"That's a very determined bear" America replied.
as the four were talking, an older kid in front of them had heard and turned around to face the four.
'You think a bear did that?' The kid asked.
"Yeah, what else could have?" Australia replied.
"Haven't you guys heard? There's a demon running around' the kid said.
"Demons ain't real" America stated.
"Oh but they are! my dad works for the church, he saw the thing! it was running around the grave yard. He said it didn't have any eyes, and it's face opened up like a flower!" The kid announced. "He said it's the thing that's been killing everyone. that's why all the murders are so gruesome! It's been hunting anyone who talks about it too much. going for them at night for the kill!" they continued.

All four of them had stared at the kid, almost speechless at the thought of a faceless demon that opens it's whole head up.
"But it hasn't killed any kids so you four are probably okay!" The kid stated, turning back around in his seat. The four were still staring, Australia turning to face NZ and poked him, causing his twin to yelp in fear and fall to the floor of the bus.
"Sorry!" Australia said.