~CLEANED~
The sun has risen and the birds are singing. Last night's sleep was nice, no interesting or traumatising dreams whatsoever.
I stood up and realised something.. 'shit I forgot my clothing.' i started to feel emberassed thinking what the family will do about it. Or do I need to go home? I have to. I can't not do it. I need to know what happened to my parents. I can't deny it.
I snapped out of my thoughts and looked around the room, the floors are still fairly shiny, the windows blindingly illuminating the suns bright beams of light through the transparent curtains, one thing that caught my eye was the row of picture frames on the wooden shelf.
I took one carefully and looked at the poeple in it, one of them looks like sir murica wearing a rusty polo shirt and the other doesn't look very familiar - but he seems very happy to see sir murica, with his bright smile as warm as the sunshine. Maybe he's an old friend of his?
After a short time analysing it I picked up another photo and saw the boy again, this time he was on a desk writing with a rickety looking pencil on some paper. He has very good hand writing too, the picture looks old. But I can still see the all the details.
I then decided it was time to go see how the others are doing, they might be wondering what I'm doing themselves.
And so I fixed myself up, brushing my hair and rubbing my face with a hopefully clean towel and spraying some of my perfume from my bag.I remember I needed to meet up with my parent's co-worker, but that was gonna be in the afternoon.
After fixing up the bed I slowly opened the door and went downstairs, then I found myself in what seems to be the family room, I looked around trying to find the sir murica and his family, but now I'm starting to think they left me here...
Minutes of walking around I finally spot someone, It was Countryhuman New Zealand.
"hello? Sir? Uhm.. I was wondering where Sir America is...?"
He looked back at me and responded softly "oh.. Well uh, he said he was busy so he won't be here for awhile, but if you're hungry the kitchen is just over there." he pointed at the arched doorway leading to the kitchen with one hand "oh! I see, and i was wondering where the others are too?" I asked him again."they're busy aswell, probably not coming home until the afternoon, so I'm stuck here taking care of the house I guess." he looked rather grumpy, I wouldn't like it either if everyone left and youre just stuck in the house probably with your anxiety filled mind or you just don't think of anything at all.
" well I hope they come home soon.. I have to meet up with my parents' coworker later, I don't want you being alone in this big place" I chuckled at my own words trying to enlighten him at least a bit, "oh no its fine. I have my pets with me. They're always here by my side no matter what" he says as he lifts up a small fluffy bird, confused at what it was I simply stared at it.
He noticed me and put the bird down in a cage "Are you alright?" he asked me confused, "yeah.. I just.. Haven't seen a.. Bird? Like that before.."
"oh.. Yeah! It is a bird, a kiwi bird to be exact, his name is Kevin" I looked back at the bird as he picked it up again "they're not technically the domesticated type, I just like to hang out with him, buut it's a but risky to let him free roam in the house."
"he's really cute haha... Can I pet him? Well.. If you're fine with it!" he smiled softly "of course" and held the kiwi bird close to me as I started petting it's little head " it's so.. Soft!!" I giggled as I kept petting trying to control myself from possibly scaring it
"I know right? He's just a adorable little ball of feathers!" We both squeeled at the Lil fellas small reactions to the pets until the country looked at me and said "And and by the way, you can just call me Zeal, that's what everyone calls me" He says while petting Kevin softly. "oh..alright! Thanks for the this opportunity Zeal, I have.. Never petted a bird before, and I hope you don't feel so lonely with my company"
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AMERICAN DREAMーCountryhumans 【U. S. A X Reader】
FanfictionYou are working peacefully at a slav cafe. Not until you bump into a pretty quirky countryhuman just on your first day, what petrifying adventures will good old y/n embark on? Cover and story by me Character concepts are inspired by some famous hea...