Never Take the Brown Bomber Jacket

Guilty Pleasure

“Stupid Cathy,” I muttered as I walked into the grocery store.  Luckily, it was April, so it was still somewhat light outside even though it was six in the evening.  “Make me walk to the grocery store to do your shopping behind Dad’s back when you could clearly do it yourself.”  The clerk I walked by gave me a strange look, but I didn't pay her any attention.

            Dad left about half an hour ago, sticking me with Cathy until eight o’clock.  Thankfully, she didn’t want to be around me as much as I didn’t want to be around her, so she came up with a shopping list.  I thought she was going out herself, but, oh no, send your step-daughter whom you hate out to do everything for you.  Nicely played, Cathy.  Nicely played…

            Suddenly, I tripped over something and fell on my hands and knees.  “Jesus Christ, could this day get any worse?” I said out loud.  No one was around to hear me because who the hell does their grocery shopping at six pm?  No one, that’s who.

            I got up to look at the thing I tripped over.  Picking it up, I saw that it was a very familiar looking brown bomber jacket.  The number 50 was on the back, the plane was on the side, and everything else was in place.  The leather even felt real.  It was worn quite a bit so it was soft in some places.  Definitely not some cheap cosplay thing.

            I looked around to see if anyone resembling America was nearby.  Maybe someone was cosplaying him for some reason and lost this?  There was a con coming up...  If so, they must’ve paid a lot to get this kind of quality.

            Okay, so I like Hetalia.  Shocking, right?  What’s a "classy", rich chick like me doing liking anime?  Well, what can I say?  It’s my guilty pleasure.  Plus, it’s pretty damn hilarious.  I need some quality humor in my boring life.

            After making sure nobody was around, I put on the jacket.  It was kind of big, but that was fine with me.  It also smelled like the person who wore this used some expensive cologne.  It smelled amazing, and... fancy, but not at the same time somehow.  The thought that I was sort of stealing this briefly ran through my mind, but I pushed it away and continued my grocery shopping, my mood now lifted a bit.

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            “What's that hideous thing you’re wearing?” Cathy asked the moment I walked through the front door (which I really could’ve unlocked this whole time).

            “What, this?” I asked innocently, looking at the America jacket I was still wearing.  “I found it at the store.  I like it.”

            Cathy made a noise of disgust and shook her head.  “Go upstairs or something.  I’m leaving soon and I don’t want to have to deal with you.”

            “Love you, too, mother dearest,” I replied sarcastically, dropping the grocery bags to the floor and stalking up the stairs to my room.  I made sure to take my sweet time shopping, so it was about fifteen minutes until eight--fifteen sweet, short minutes until I’m free from the she-devil.

            I plopped down on my bed, suddenly exhausted.  It was pretty long week: I had two projects due in English and in Global History, both PowerPoints, and both had to be done solo.  To put it plainly, it sucked.  The only bright spot of this week was seeing my dad.  Of course, Cathy had to come and snuff out that light.  I hated that woman.  She ruined every happy moment for me before I could even begin to enjoy it.

            And now I caught my self wishing my mom was back.  My real mother, Aria, was the sweetest person I’d ever known.  She died when I was seven, caught in a random shooting while at the mall.  Thankfully, the police caught the guy who did it and he is serving his time in prison.  My dad got remarried to Cathy three years later.

            I looked a lot like my mom: dark auburn hair, tan skin with freckles...  I have no clue where I got the amber eyes from, though.  My dad has green eyes, and my mom had blue eyes.

              I missed her.  A lot.

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AN:

2nd chapter in a day!  Woot!

Sorry for the shortness of the chapter, and the little bits of depression.  Don't worry, I believe this story will get a lot funnier once America shows up.  Which will be soon.  Very soon.