America laid in bed, his pillow was soaked with his tears from last night. His parents tried talking to him, Canada was still nowhere to be seen. He didn't want to go to school, just lie in bed and be left alone.
It was around three quarters through the school day, America still wouldn't get over Anon. He threw his many thoughts out the window and rolled over, looking at Anon's letter pinned to his wall.
There was a knock at America's door, France stepped in and sat at the end of America's bed.
"I may not know what happened yesterday, but I am your mother and it's my job to care for you. When you're ready to tell me, go ahead." She whispered, rubbing circles on his back.
She stayed silent as America sat up, sighing. He looked at her, like he was about to say something, but burst into tears a second later.
France hugged him, kissing him on the forehead.
"It's ok, America." She muttered, America hugging her back. ((I think I made an amazing mother like figure ._.))
"Hey mum?" America asked through sniffles, Charlie walking into the room and springing onto the bed.
France turned to him, stroking the cat in the process.
"Where is Canada?" He whispered, France giggling a bit.
"He didn't tell you that he's looking at houses? After all, he is two years older than you and about to graduate!" She said, trying to lighten up the mood. America was surprised, he knew that Canada was of age to move out and it was his turn to leave on two years, but... Why didn't Canada tell him?
"Will he have any roommates?" America asked out of the blue.
"He said he would, he knows two of them but not the last one." France sighed, picking Charlie up and placing him on America's lap. The grey cat purred, curling up into a ball.
"Did he tell you who they were gonna be?" America asked out of curiousity, France nodding.
"One of them is called Netherlands, the one he doesn't know is Iceland and the last one is Ukraine." She stated. Wait, wasn't Ukraine Russia's sister? And didn't she go to the all girls' school? Shaking the questions from his head, he lifted his glasses to wipe his eyes and nodded, he couldn't wait to see his brother again.
"I think I'm gonna get some fresh air, I haven't been outside for the whole day." America said, stretching his fingers. France nodded and left the room, he could hear the distant sound of New Zealand crying in the distance.
A good name for New Zealand would be Kiwi.
America remembered what Anon had said, grinning a bit. Kiwi. What a lovely name.
He stood up and stretched, putting on a black t-shirt with NATO written over it. He was a fan, don't blame him.
He put on some shorts, walking downstairs to get his socks and shoes.
"America, before you leave I want to talk with you." A voice from behind him said. He turned around, it was UK. America tilted his head, well aware of the half smile across his face.
"Yeah, hello." He shrugged, leaning on the kitchen bench.
"Your younger sister started to 'summon' birds, we're thinking of giving Charlie to Canada when he finds a house." He said, America looking stunned.
"What kind of birds?" He asked, standing up. UK shrugged, he hadn't a clue what they were. America nodded and turned away, he was going to miss Charlie. He'd had that cat for around six years, and now they were going to give him to Canada and his friends because they were going to own birds..
But I guess birds are pretty cool.
((I have two budgies that we need to be re-homed cuz we're moving overseas, were prob gonna get a Sun Conure.. any tips on how to keep a Sunnie please tell me..))
"Alright, I'll leave you be. I'll see you later son." UK said, leaving the room. America left the house, processing everything that just happened.
He decided to take a walk through the park, it was a nice day outside and why the hell not?
As he walked down the limestone path, he noticed more and more people his age began to walk around. It must've been the end of school already.
America paid more attention to his surroundings than his thoughts, trying to identify each person.
A few people were walking around in the park, having nice conversations and stupid arguements. America stopped in his tracks when he looked ahead, he saw someone he knew very well. VERY well indeed.
It was Canada.
And Canada was talking, no, kissing, someone else who he kind of knew. She played for the girls' football team in a different school. Ukraine, wasn't it?
So what America made out was his brother Canada was kissing Russia's sister Ukraine. The fuck? When did this happen?
America turned around with a paralyzed expression plastered on his face, walking the other direction.
"Oh, hey, Space Boy!" Canada called form behind him. America heard a feminine giggle, most likely Ukraine's. He turned around, Canada was smiling and Ukraine clinged to his arm.
"Hey.. uh.. hey, Canada! I heard you were moving out?" America said, trying to act chill. Canada rubbed the back of his neck, nodding.
"Yeah, sorry for not telling you sooner." Canada laughed. "Hang on, you weren't at school today, Russia asked about you. We're you sick or something..?" He asked, looking concerned.
America dropped his head, looking to the floor and remembering all of those perfect memories with Anon all getting flushed down the toilet. America's eyes brimmed with tears, except he wouldn't cry now. Not here.
"N-no, Kiwi started s-summoning birds and I uhh.. had to help with them.." America lied horribly. Canada nodded, immediately striking America a confused look.
"Kiwi?" Canada asked. Shit. He was gonna find out about the letter, wasn't he?
"Yeah, there was a bird she summonsed and she kept saying Kiwi, so I decided to call her that.." America said, a bit more confidently. Canada raised an eyebrow, but turned around soon after.
"Well, I'll see you on the flipside." Canada said, waving America goodbye. He left with Ukraine still clinging onto his arm, disappearing from view. America nodded with disbelief, he actually got himself a girlfriend.
"Wait, America?" A voice behind him called. America turned around, Russia, Germany, Poland, Japan and somebody else stood there. Russia ran up to America and pulled him into a hug, kissing him on the forehead. Russia could hear Japan fangirling, but ignored it and went to examine America.
"You don't look sick.. why were you off school?" He asked, caressing America's cheek. America grinned a tiny bit, letting out a small sigh.
"Meh, problems."
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Please make a good couple, I don't know who to ship her with ;u;
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Fanfiction"Before he knew it, they were both gone. The people he cared for the most." America; short-tempered, the centre of the universe, and last but not least, hella gay. After he falls out with his parents he retreats to a forest... ...and he meets Anon...
