Feathers (RusChiAme)

Chapter 1:

Fifteen years later...

America sat on the front porch, flapping his wings lazily. His father had just gone out hunting and he had absolutely nothing to do. There seemed to be some kind of commotion near the edge of the forest but his father had forbidden him from going anywhere near it. But here's the problem, since when has America ever listened to his father?

He got up gingerly, being careful to not put any pressure on his twisted ankle. He had twisted it in an accident a few days prior. Making sure to hide three pairs of his four pairs of wings, America half hopped, half flew to the site of commotion along the edges of the forest.

"I'm telling you that I haven't seen him for the past 16 years!"
"How do we know you're not lieing to us?"
"Well I suppose you're just supposed to trust me!"

America looked confused. Wasn't that Portugal? An old acquaintance of father's? Why would he be arguing with some people he had never seen? In fact, he had never seen anyone apart from him, father, Portugal or Spain before. What were they doing here? America wanted to go nearer but tripped over a stray stick and fell into their line of sight. America got back up again. One of their flags was red with a hammer and sickle in the left-hand corner. The other one was a light blue with a circle with white splotches that looked suspiciously like countries and white wreaths surrounding it.

"Who are you?" asked Mr Light Blue.
America stared blankly at him.
"Hmm... Probably one of the city children that wanted to explore. How many times how have I told you children that the Lost Forest is out of bounds? Come on I'll take you back to the city."

Portugal looked conflicted. Should be have let America go? In the end, Mr Light Blue and Hammer and Sickle took America away.

"What do you mean they took America away?"
"I...Sorry..."
"Gods, you're an idiot sometimes."
"What's going to happen now?"
"I don't know..."