A Different Perspective (Countryhumans X Reader)

Late Night Mistakes

It's been a month since they've stayed here, and they quickly got the hang of things. You walked to work together as a group now and met up regularly. Noticing things were easy for you to do back then, and now it wasn't so hard either. 

You were walking down the office halls with your suitcase, checking your iPhone now and then to see any notifications. A group of employees (including you) were working on a PowerPoint to present a business idea to another company for sponsorship. But for now, the weekend had ended, and so had your shift.

Passing Jeanine by the cream-colored recipient's desk, you walked out of the building to your car. Tomorrow you had a day off and wanted to spend your evening with the other three. Kazakhstan would arrive a bit later, around half an hour or so. You hopped in and drove down to the bar where you would meet up. Japan and Finland were let out early and decided to go ahead of the two of you. 

You hummed to yourself and started walking across the street to the bar, waving to both of them when they reached your peripheral vision.

 Sitting between them on the bar stools, you glanced around and immediately noticed a man with pure white hair wearing a bomber jacket, lounging around with his friends.

You cursed immediately. Japan noticed this and questioned you. "どうしたの?" You glanced at the man. Japan looked skeptically at him, recognition flashing in his eyes, his face lighting up. He called out to him as you and Finland groaned, the both of you dragged across to the mob of people. America turned around at the sound of his voice, and everybody else did. Every. Single. Fucking. Person. You just came here to relax and unwind, not to relive your teen party life. "Yo! Man, come sit down." Japan sat his ass on the plush couch, and I sat near Finland.

You assessed the situation and ultimately concluded, yes, You were fucked. They were mostly country or statehumans. You were the only human here. You felt very awkward, considering the regrettable ass first impression you made. Oh well, you thought gingerly. How bad could it be?

Oh, how wrong you were. How wrong indeed.