An Irregular Heartbeat // Countryhumans AU

Day Eight

America groaned as they clambered onto the bus again for the second day in a row, sitting in the aisle seat as Russia sat down in the window seat. Putting his backpack on his lap to be more comfortable, America asked Russia, "So, uh, why are we going to Llyn again?"

Oh, yeah, you don't know what Llyn is, do you? Well, don't you worry your little head because America didn't either until five minutes ago. You see, five minutes ago, America did an amazing thing called pulling out his phone and searching it up on a handy dandy little thing called google. According to the website America stumbled upon, Llyn is a small town with a record-breaking amount of nicely paved roads: two.

The first nicely paved road is on the main street, while the other stretches about halfway across the lake on the most pristine lake properties you could think of. They range from cozy little cabins to what looks like full-on mansions. Basically, it would cost you an arm and a leg and probably one of your kidneys to live there. It all screams rich.

Even though the town is rich, it is still awfully small, boasting only about 700 people in its entirety. It has a small clothes shop on the main street, a small elementary school, a small beach, and a small restaurant as well as an outdoor diner that all the locals went to.

In fact, the town was so small and irrelevant you could go your entire life without hearing its name spoken once, even if you're only about a mile away. In fact, if you ever hear its name spoken out loud, it would probably be spoken from the lips of the bus driver that stops at the town twice a day for a maximum of three seconds.

Basically, it was an unheard-of and remote paradise.

But enough about the stupid town, why were they going there anyway? Heck, America never even looked at the small dot representing the equally small town if not for Russia pointing to it on his map earlier and insisting that they go there. Speaking of the devil...

"What?" Russia nervously queried as America narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the Russian.

"Are you leading me into a trap? Or a bear? A bear trap?!" America guessed, looking increasingly more worried with each new guess he presented.

Russia laughed, nervously waving his hands about in a pitiful attempt to try and get America to calm down, "No! No, I'm not bringing you into a trap, a bear, or a bear trap, I promise."

America quickly became more worried, despite Russia's feeble attempts, "Then why are we going to a town that I had to search up on google two times to get a proper hit?"

Russia laughed even more, "Just be patient and trust me, okay?"

America frowned, his brows furrowing in relentless worry as his mind wandered back to bears once again. Giving up on protesting against Russia's plan for the day, he crossed his arms and leaned back with a small sigh, "You suck, you know."

Russia gave America a smile, "Yeah, I know."

After about thirty minutes of America's mind wandering back to the inevitable bear thought, the bus stopped with a loud, obnoxious, and irritating screech that ripped America from his thoughts like paper from a notebook. Upon hearing that delightful sound, America immediately hopped out of his seat and pulled on his backpack, making sure that the bus driver could see him stand up and prepare to get off. The bus driver, upon seeing America stand up and fuss with his backpack, grumbled in surprise as he opened the bus doors, letting America and Russia go free.

When the two hopped off, Russia was quick to start leading them towards the main street, which, from here, led to the lake. America, stealing a quick glance at Russia, saw him take out his phone and pull up his messenger app, grumbling incoherently about how far he had to scroll up. Taking an even closer and riskier look, America spotted the contact name: Китай. Now, who the heck was that? Actually, wait, America doesn't know anyone Russia knows, so he shouldn't be too surprised.