Wings

Chapter 10: An open door

(Canada's POV)

America and I walked around the city. He knew his way since this was is country. He offered that we visited his son New York, which I didn't object to. He called up New York, who told him he was busy.

"He sounds like Germany to me," I comment and America chuckled.

"He sometimes is-well all the time. Like New York City, he never sleeps," America says. We walk in silence for a little while. My head is racing with questions, but I fear if I even ask one, I'll lose my brother again. "Your awfully silent Nada, is something wrong?" America asked. Although I can't see his eyes through his sunglasses, I can guess he has a worried look.

"Why do you wear your sunglasses? You used to wear them because of dad, but now, you don't have to wear them," I ask. America leads me to a bench and we sit down.

"I don't know why I still wear them. I guess whenever I take them off, I remember was dad said," America says.

"Do..do you fear he'll say it again?" I ask.

"Honestly...yeah. I forgive him for all that happened, I just can't let go," America says. Even through the dark shades, I can see him tear up.

"Take them off," I say quickly.

"Wh-what?" America looks at me.

"I mean it. Take your glasses off right now," I say quite bluntly. America looks down, sighs and grabs the end of the shades. He takes them off and squints to the brighter light. Once he got used to the light he looked at me. The red and blue eyes looked a little faded. They looked as if they were transferring to a light lavender.

"I've noticed their a little more purple. Is that just me?" America asked. I'm kinda entranced with the eyes. It's been forever since I've seen their beauty.

"It looks like your eye colours are mixing," I comment. They were still visibly blue and red, just a weird faded blue and red.

"Well, isn't that awsome-as awesome as me!" America puts his hands on his hips and I laugh.

"Full of it much?" I say chuckling.

"You think I'm full of it?" America asks, all the sudden seeming less proud and more worried.

"Oh, no. I was joking. Ame stop taking everything seriously," I say and put my hand on his shoulder.

"Oh..Well, do you think I'm full of it?" He asks.

"You can be sometimes, but you're really respectful. You used to be really mean, but now your much better," I say. America smiles.

"Yeah."

"Oh Ame, are you good with relationships?" I ask.

"I've had some experience, why do you ask?"

"I wouldn't say I'm having troubles. I just like this girl-"

"OoOoO a girl?" America smirked.

"Yes a girl, I really like her and I don't know if I should tell her," I say.

"Well have you talk to this girl?"

"Yeah. I showed her Central Park and we got pizza together the first day," I say.

"Is it Ukraine?" America asks lifting one eyebrow.

"Uhh, how'd you guess?"

"I saw you guys talking a lot. She looks good," America tells me.

"Hey she's mine, don't go flirting on her-" I realize what I said and turn red, America bursts out laughing. I cover my face with my hands and America wipes away his tears of laughter.

"She's all yours," America said holding in laughter. I punch his arm playfully, which he only responds with more laughter. "But really, what's the problem?"

"Her brother," I say, "I don't think he likes me..at all"

"Does Russia like anyone? Don't worry, either Ukraine will handle him, or I'll give him a few nudges to stop bothering you guys," America says.

"Thanks," I say and America nods.

"Anything for my brother"

We talk more, I'm still nervous to ask him any other questions about the past. He wants to move on I can tell, but I just can't, not until I find that winged country.

"Ah, shit!" America jumped up, "It's 11 AM. We have an hour to get ready for the meeting!" I jump up and America puts his glasses in his pocket. We jog back to the hotel. We rush to the elevator and press the floor. We're on the same floor. "We'll take my car, meet me back at the lobby, if I'm not there, just come to my room," America says and I nod. The elevator door opens and we walk in different directions.

I walk in my room and quickly slip on a suit. I fix up my messy hair, which I should just give up on and grab my bag. I decide just to go to my brother's room, I don't want to go up and down the elevator. I check my phone, 11: 20. I sighed and reach America's room. The door is slightly open, I peek through the slit. My mouth drops and my eyes widen at what I see.

America, putting his shirt on. Big black and brown wings hang from his back.

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I'm sorry it's short! Once thanksgiving break starts I promise to get a few chapters out.