AMERICAN DREAMーCountryhumans 【U. S. A X Reader】

Knock Knock. 【4】☑

~REWRITTEN~

When I opened my eyes. My vision was met with beautiful dagger-like crystals, hanging on top of a beautiful gold and white printed ceiling.

Is this a dream?

I have no idea.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes slowly as I yawn. outside a huge windowーThe dark sky, with small specks of glittering stars are tinted slightly by the fog.

I look up the ceiling again, and notice a hug clock somewhere in the middle of the room. The silver hand pointed to 2:20.

I look around the room again to see Sir Philippines and Sir America talking, I can also hear Sir Russia, but he seems to be hidden behind the archway.

"look, if you guys do get married in the ripe old age of a couple hundred years, I'm gonna throw a fit if i don't get to be the Best man." Says sir America, pointing a finger at the couple.

"why bother inviting him anyway?" Sir Russia asks - not even trying to hide the question, leaning closer to his boyfriend, making him visible to my point of view.

"he's cool I guess" Sir Philippines answers with a shrug as the latter gasps dramatically, making both of them chuckle teasingly.

A smile crept on my face as their conversations continues, somehow getting dumber and dumber, as I gather my energy, giggling silently in the process.

I finally found the courage to stand up, Sir Philippines notices me first, he points to me as he glances at Sir Murica, still blabbering about poisonous fish and why they even exist.

He finally stops talking and turns his head to me, a look of sympathy now etched on his face, his eyes still covered by his glasses but it's not so hard to read him, really.

He turns his whole body to me as all three of them start walking towards me, Sir Murica looks down at me with a smile, Sir Philippines and Sir Russia having poker faces as if I murdered a family of theirs.

"hey y/n.." Sir America says, much softer than in his usual tone. I stare at him for abitーtaking in every mark, every wrinkle and bump, countryhumans are so unique.

"so... Uhm. You don't really remember much, but technically, you said you wanted to stay for abit, your situation seemed tense so we made you stay."
He bites his lower lip, and smiles awkwardly.

Then I remembered
...night time
..chairs..
cafe..
stay..?

"I kinda remember.. Ehm.. thanks for letting me stay, Sir America."
I smiled back at him, feeling much safer just standing in front of him.

"alright.. My family got a room ready for you.. I'll get you there in a bit.. Erhm.. Do you need help getting uh.. Up.. or anything?"

I heard the snickers of Sir Philippines. I tilted my head towards them and I was greeted by a wave from Sir Philippines and a small smile from Sir Russia.

I only smiled back, as i leaned my head back now facing Sir America who looked as if he had gears turning in his head.

"right.. We gotta get now Joe, and we're picking Malaysia as our best man."