Actions have consequences (Australia Countryhumans)

Pancakes (Chapter 2)

America's design UwU

I venture down the flight of stairs, to be greeted by my family. My father, Britain, was sitting on the couch, watching his favourite show 'The True Past and Present Of Tea, with Tiffany and Trent'. he watched eagerly and almost jumped up with excitement when Tiffany had said,

"We're now visiting 'The Orchard Tea Garden' in Cambridge, Great Britain. The café has 4 1/2 star rating so we put it on the list, let's go find out how they supply their tea."

"I've never seen someone this happy since we took 'Nada to a maple farm." America said, shoving another piece of pancake in his mouth. Nada nodded, still pouring the syrup onto his pancakes, "that was the best day of my life." He said, tapping the bottom of the bottle to get out the last drops.

I walked by the two and behind the kitchen bench, France handed my some pancakes, getting out the ingredients I always put on mine and handing them to me.

"please don't saturate your pancakes like Canada did, dear." She told me, I nodded and thanked her, putting my stuff down on the table.

Saturdays were really nice, my mother, France (Who is male), makes us pancakes, father's show is on so he's in a happy mood, Ame and Canada invite their boyfriends Ukraine and Russia over and Zea FaceTimes Japan.

Just then I heard ringing in my ears, I stopped moving and let the sounds that were around me over take the ring. after a while it stopped and I continued lathering my Nutella (Not an Australian pancake spread, but what did you expect, he's not going to put on Vegemite), adding on my Caramello koalas, Wagon wheels and Tim Tams . it's a strange combination but it's nice and chocolaty, just what I need at the end of the week.

"Aus, that's way too much chocolate." Canada said, I gave him the 'are you going to start playing hypocrite?' face, he just shrunk away and continued to drink his apple juice... wait... that's not,

"Are you drinking Maple syrup?" I asked, a little grossed out, don't get me wrong, a little maple syrup is nice, but this country has more syrup that he has plate and pancake and is also drinking syrup.

*No ones P.O.V)

"Aussie, you're pancake has Nutella, the chocolate spread, Tim Tams, wagon wheels and that koala chocolate that has the caramel inside, not to mention you're drinking a big glass of milo." Canada argued, Aus looked at him with the same face as before.

"Nada, I have an array of different chocolates, I've had a very bad week so these chocolates are helping. you're having, at least, 5 litres of Maple on your pancakes, not to mention, that cup is far larger than mine, looks like it could hold a litre. so you're having more than 6 litres of Syrup, I'm having FAR less than you, so please do everyone a favour and don't be such a hypocrite." All eyes stared at Aussie. Did he really just get angry at Canada? Canada, being the precious child he is, apologised profusely to Australia, realising that he had stepped out of place and shouldn't have been so hypocritical. Aussie shook his head,

"No, Nada, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have blown up at you, you were just trying to look out for my eating habits. I just didn't have a good week and I had a horrific dream last night, that's no excuse for it though and I'm sorry." Australia sighed, stabbing his fork into his pancake.

"And I said 'spill the tea honey'" the brothers heard, followed by a very french laugh and a British laugh.

"soooo Aus, spill the tea, honey, what was your nightmare about?" Ame asked, quoting the lady from the show. Aus blankly stared at his brother,

"I don't... I don't know what it was about, it was just a blur." Australia mumbled, taking another bite of his food.
"Poor Australia woke up yelling this morning, shaking like a milkshake." New Zealand said, gently rubbing his little brothers back.

"I don't know what I dreamt, I can't describe it. when I think of it it's like I know everything, but when it comes to putting it into words it feels... it feels impossible, it feels like I'll never be able to find the right words." Australia said, finally finishing his food. Australia stood up, pushing in his chair, placing his dish in the sink and slowly going upstairs. Australia locked his door and looked in the mirror, brushing a hand through his hair.

"WhY dO yOu TrUsT hIm?"

Australia collapsed onto his knees, tears streaking his face, his palm silencing his cries. He stayed in that position for a bit before finally standing up, wiping his eye with his gloves, slipping on his yellow jacket and rolling up the sleeves.

"I trust him because he's my father." Australia mumbled. A shadowy hand griped Australia's chin, forcing the small male to look into the white eyes of the shadow.
"WhAt KiNd Of A fAtHeR tReAtS tHeIr SoN tHe WaY hE tReAtS yOu?" The figure asked through a husky voice. Black tears streaked Aussie's face.
"Leave me alone."

A/N: how was that? I tried to make it longer :3