Hoofbeats (RusAme)

Chapter 2 - Last Week of Summer

(First Free Rein reference! Woot woot!)

(America's POV)

I woke up to the blaring sound of my alarm. Uuuugh! I thought I turned it off so I could sleep in over these holidays! Obviously Canada or father must've tampered with it to make me get up. 

I searched blindly for the alarm, not bothering to open my eyes. It's too early for this! I finally hit it. 

Serenity. 

Ah...I can relax....

"GOOD MORNING!" 

Nope. That didn't last long. God, if you're real, why do you hate me?

I mumbled quietly back in response to Australia who is now shaking me. 

"Come on! Come on!"

"Mmm....5 more minutes...." 

"You said you'll teach me and Zea your tricks today." He put on that sad tone so I'm assuming he's pouting and trying to guilt-trip me-.

Aaand he is.

I look at up at him with one half-lidded eye open. He's not going to give up. Australia never does. When he wanted a pet snake he didn't stop bugging our parents for days on end, until they eventually gave up. Well, father did. Dad was fine with it after a day or two because he knew how persistent lil' Aus is. 

"Don't give me that look." 

He continued to pout. 

"Don't." 

He still is. 

"It's too early. When I'm awake," I stop mid sentence to yawn, "I promise." I closed my eye again and stuffed my face into my pillow. 

"But Ameriiicaaaa! It's already 9:30am!" Aus hopped on top of me and started to shake me again. Wait a damn minute-. He said it was 9:30!? 

I quickly sat up in my bed, making Australia fall onto his back at the end of the bed (no he didn't fall off).

I rubbed my eyes and combed my fingers through my hair. 

"You should've told me sooner!" I looked at my little brother furiously. 

"I was trying to wake you up! This whole! Time!" He argued back.

I opened my mouth to say something but he interrupted me, "And! You set your alarm!"

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"So father or Canada...didn't re-set my alarm to like 6am?"

"No..."

I feel like an idiot.

I stepped out of bed and started heading to my bathroom. 

"Get ready, Aus. I'll be out soon."

"Yes!" He pumped his fist into the air and ran downstairs.

I brushed my teeth, mixed my hair now that I have the help of a mirror, did my business and walked out. 

Now.

Which clothes want to be ruined today?

I picked out a plain black, long sleeved shirt and long brown pants. My muddy-ass shoes are downstairs. 

Father's home...

"Good morning, father. How was your meeting yesterday?" I waked into the kitchen and put on some toast, grabbing out butter and a knife.