Countryhumans Random Oneshots

New Friends: Part 1

Yall heloooooooooooooo! Am back!! Soo, I won't be updating this book a lot bc I'm working on a new book (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵) So here. Have a Chapter about my Countryhuman OC :D

Enjoy!

______Beginning______

"Hey boss?" A soldier knocked on the open door while leaning on it.

"Yeah?" America answered. He spun himself 180 degrees to see the knocking soldier by the door.

"What?" He said. His leg resting on the other.

The soldier scratched the back of his neck as he looked around America's office. "Uhh, so- Uhmm... I don't know how to explain this but uhh.."

"Just spit it out, man. I have work to do." America interrupted the man's rambling.

"So- Ack! Just follow me!" He sounded unsure as he took the Countryhuman'hand and leaded him through hallways and into a room filled with computers, screens, GPS, buttons, and flashing lights, along with soldiers running and walking around.

All the soldiers were looking at him, they all greeted America as they walked pass by the multiple rows of soldiers typing on their computers, the room has black and grey walls.

The Commander greets him as they approached him.

"So, Commander. Care to explain what's going on?"

"Mr. America. It seems like we have been possibly invaded."

Invaded. Invaded? That can't be right. Invaded by whom? Why? Wh- what?
America thought to himself as his eyebrows narrow at the thought.

"By who? And, Wh- Maybe they are just campers or something, that can't be right. Who would invade us in the first place and why?" America asked as he tilts his head to comb his blue, red, and white hair.

"Sir!" They turned around to see a soldier leaning against a screen. On it, it shows people, in a snowy woods. They all wear the same uniform, they all have black hair and one of them had an eyepatch. It seems like they are camping.

You and the commander both rush to the screen.
"Take a look at this," The soldier who alerted them pressed a button that made the screen change into a different angle of the people.
One of them is holding the camera and is alerting the other fellows. America slowly leans to hear their conversation.

"Hey, Gabriel. Look at zhis, o." They showed the camera to another person, he is tall, with black hair and a small scar on one of his freckled cheek.

"Is you, O! Would zhou look at thas. You look uglier than I remember!" The figure holding the camera jestered. He laughed.

"Oh, shut up!!" The man named Gabriel smirked and pushed the camera man away and continued to carve something. A pencil.

"You know, vie should varn Sir. Zveineshland about thas. There's a possibility that is recording us."

'Sir. Zveineshland.' Who is that? And, why are they speaking English?

"Hey Benjamin," America looked behind to see him, he stands.

"Huh? Oh- Y- Yes sir?" He stuttered. He's new here.