AMERICA POV
I mumble to myself, rocking. I don't want to. I don't want to. I don't want to get off the plane. I'm too scared of going through the baggage claim. It's always crowded! I have to stand for over an hour! I don't like this place! It isn't home! I want big brother Mattie! Where's Mattie?! It's too scary without big brother!An attendant comes over, her face looking stressed. •Or tired? I suppose she probably hasn't had much sleep. Poor lady. "Sir, we need you to exit the plane."
I shriek, panic causing my eyes to tear up and my body to go into adrenaline.2) "No! I'm w-waiting for my buh-brother! I don't know where he is! His name's Muh-Matthew Williams!"
Mattie runs up and sees how upset I am. He puts a hat on my head, along with fuzzy headphones and soft gloves. I burst into tears, sobbing like a little kid as I rock back and forth in my seat.
"We're in the right place, Alfie. Ill be with you the whole time. It's ok, Al.You got your snacks?" I nod, sniffling as I start to calm down. I can answer that. Simple.
"Plushies?" I nod furiously. He chuckles as I check my pockets for the third time. "You went potty?" I giggle and nod. We call it that fo itr short in public because its quicker to say than 'bathroom' and it sounds funny.
I finally stand up, wiping my eyes as he clips the end of my coat sleeve to his so we don't get separated. Mattie made sure of that. I also have a big fuzzy scarf that Ivan gave me that clips to my coat so I don't lose it. I smile when I see other people struggling with carrying luggage. We're carrying our duffels on our backs with no trouble. We get off the plane, and I smile a little, feeling stupid for getting so upset.
Ok, time for me to fess up. XD. I was told I had autism in 4th grade. I'm told I have it fairly lightly, so it's funny when people are so surprised when I tell them. My brother has autism, too, much more severe than me. He is nonverbal and can't communicate by talking, but he is such a wonderful and protective big brother. Seriously. He is very protective. XD
People who have autism suffer a lot. Situations that don't bother NTs (neurotypicals, which means people who don't have autism), can be agonizing to us. For example, crowded, enclosed places are horrible for me; I have an issue with being touched, so when people shove me or bump into me multiple times, I get upset and I'll want to be by myself afterwards. I also have an issue with alarms. They scare me a lot if I don't know what they're for. I also can't really handle flashing lights, like what they have at dances. They don't upset me or give me seizures; they just make me confused and dizzy. So yeah, sadly, due to my sensory stuff, my first dance wasn't as fun as I'd hoped.
XD 😸😸😸😸😽 So yesh! XD There's that! I don't know how to end this....XD
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America's Autism [COMPLETE]
FanfictionI do not own Hetalia So this is a headcanon I came up with that America has autism and also social anxiety along with it. When he gets overwhelmed or upset, Canada takes him somewhere quiet so he can calm down. Also that Iggy and Francey know about...