Here We Are In The Future (HIATUS FOR A BIT)

Chapter 4, Writing and the Morning

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After that small exchange, Reich went back to his room to sleep, but... something was eating away at him, mainly how America was acting around him. He never acted like this usually, right? He sat down on his bed and looked at the time on a nearby clock; 9 PM... it was pretty late wasn't it? He wondered if America had gone to bed yet, although knowing him... probably not. Why has he been thinking about America more lately? Maybe it was because of his odd behavior. Reich rolled around in his bed, unable to clear his mind. Maybe he could do a bit more work...? Maybe that'll help.

Reich pulled himself out of bed, went to his desk, and sat down. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, mentally preparing himself. He picked up his pen, turned on the desk lamp, and began to write.

(Small time skip. About 7 AM, focus on America)

America yawned and slowly sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes and grumbling about his inner clock waking him up so early. He grabbed his pillow and slammed it into his face, wanting to go back to sleep. Sadly, he'd sit there with his eyes closed and pillow still on his face, trying to go back to sleep, for about five minutes.

America sighed and put the pillow back in its original place. This was a difficult decision to make, to sacrifice the only remaining tiredness he had would be dangerous, fatal even!

He had to get up from his bed to get dressed and act like a normal country for a day, oh the horror!

America groaned and slowly got dressed in his favorite coat and boots. And we cannot forget the sunglasses now, can we? If you're wondering about what he wears underneath his coat, a simple short-sleeved body suit.

America, now looking at himself in his mirror, smirked. Absolutely fabulous as always! He walked out of his room, not caring to brush his hair or wings.

He passed by Reich's room and seeing as the door was open, the eagle couldn't help but take a quick peek. America quietly walked over to the slightly ajar door and took a small look around. Everything was normal, except for the fact that Reich had fallen asleep in his desk chair, his desk lamp still on.

America, deciding to take his chances, walked into the room, took a blanket off of Reich's bed, and slowly and gently set it on Reich.

He smiled, at least he'd wake up warm right? America quickly walked out and quietly shut the door behind him. America looked back around and was met with his father, Britain, in front of him.

"America," Began Britain. "what did I say about getting too mushy with the countries in rehab?" He said, looking down at his son.

"Uh... don't?" Nervously laughed America.

"And what are you doing?"

"Getting too mushy with the country in rehab..."

"Exactly."

Britain sighed and put a hand on America's shoulder.

"I know you want to attempt to help him, but... you do know what he did, right?"

America nodded. "I do, he knows he'll never atone. But at least he's putting in the effort to try and change."

Britain sighed and nodded. "I suppose so, just never, ever forget what he did. I fear what would happen if..." Britain trailed off, getting lost in his own mind.

"Don't dwell there, Dad. C'mon, let's get something to eat." America gently took his father's arm and led him away into the kitchen.

Britain walked with him, trying to leave those thoughts behind as he walked with his son.

The two reached the kitchen and began to talk about what to eat, pancakes and waffles were brought up, even beans on toast.

Which never sounded appealing or appetizing to America, ever.

Eventually, the two decided on good old pancakes. And quickly got to work, putting the pancake batter into the pan, and with Britain's impressive culinary talent, the pancakes came out fluffy and perfect.

America helped set the table and wake everyone up. Except for Reich, of course.

France, relieved that she didn't have to cook or be around Reich for another morning happily dined on the pancakes and gave Britain a little kiss on the cheek.

Ireland, New Zealand, Australia, and Scotland doused their pancakes with powdered sugar and syrup, they were gonna have a sugar rush later, weren't they?

England, Canada, and Wales on the other hand were modest with their syrup. They looked at each other and sighed, they'd be the ones to deal with the hyper Ireland and Scotland later.

While he ate, America's mind couldn't help but wonder back to Reich, was he working? Is that why he was asleep on the desk? Mm, most likely.

"America, honey, you look like you're in a different universe at the moment. Are you alright?" Asked France, suddenly.

America was snapped out of his train of thought and nodded.

"Uh-... yep, why?"

"You just seemed to be thinking about something, I got worried."

"It's nothing, ma, don't worry," America reassured her.

"Good, just let me know if you want to talk okay?"

"I will, I will-" America said, getting up from his chair to put his plate away.

"He always seems out of it, darling. Is he alright?" France asked Britain, leaning over to look at him directly.

"I'm sure he just has a lot on his mind, considering the current state of the country," Britain said.

"I hope he can calm his mind soon, I fear what would happen if he collapsed completely." France sighed, cutting up a bit of her pancakes.

"I do as well, my dear. I do as well."

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