The Runaway - CountryHumans - AU

Chapter 4 - Day to Day Schedule

America heard his alarm clock going off. He lazily looked for the button to make it stop, after a few attempts he just banged it. He sighs as silence fell in his room and he rubbed his eyes. Sunlight warmed his room and covered the teen's bed. Colonies looked over at his clock, 7:00 am. He groaned and rolled out of bed and walked to his large closet.

"Just another day," America said to himself. He wanted to wear something casual but his father said he needed to always look 'presentable' as he put it. America grabbed his white cravat and a dark brown waistcoat with gray breeches, on top of white stockings. (This is what people in 1700 wore,) and he took off his P.J.'s and slipped it all on.

America approached himself in the large mirror he had looked at himself. When did this look become formal? He thought. Suddenly he heard a knock on the door.

"Mr. Colonies are you awake?" It was one of the maid's they had in the Palace. America let out a loud sigh. He told the maids to call him America because he knew them well, he even told his father to call him America but he always replied saying, "You are becoming a man and a true man has a formal nickname that all must call." England said while America had his, 'Okay boomer' look.

"Yes! I'm awake. I'll be down in a second."

America grabbed a notebook in his drawer. This notebook was America's schedule or wish list. His mother had told him about it. He would write what he wanted to do that day, he knew he couldn't make it too long since most of his day he was stuck inside 'learning' from his dad. He didn't learn anything because he wasn't listening. So he wrote three things with one always repeating.

America looked at the blank page and wrote down:

1. Play with Canada

2. Say, "Okay Boomer" to dad

America paused at two, he only wanted to do that because his dad was so serious all the time. He knew his dad wasn't naturally strict, because when he was 8 years old his dad gave him coffee and they talked like they were best friends. But know... He was always worrying over him. Like America wouldn't make it on his own, or have a good life. So the leader of England taught him manners about what to talk about and what not to talk about. Have your life always feeding on work. Okay, not that last part but he might as well.

America smiled because today he was going to see USSR and Russia, again. When America was 8 years old he met both of the Russians and he loved USSR's stories and adventures, Russia was his age and it was nice to talk about teenage drama with him because he could relate. So every day at sunset when he got his own time, America visited them and had dinner. He always wondered why they had been in England for so long, he only remembered one time when they went back to Russia. That was a long week. Then they immediately came back after a week. USSR wouldn't tell the curious kid know and Russia never got an explanation. Russia only wanted to stay with his dad because he didn't want to be left with all of his siblings.

3. Visit USSR and Russia

America closed the small notebook and put it on his bed so he didn't lose it. He felt hungry and started to go down the stairs to the kitchen. This reminded him of when he was a kid and had nightmares almost every night, but after thinking about all the adventures he wanted to go on and kill a dragon to save the girl started boosting his imagination and made his fear of monsters go away. But still was afraid of being alone, he coped with it by having his favorite stuffed animal by him. America blushed to think about how he still slept with a stuffed animal. He still didn't understand his nightmares though, or nightmare he used to have (He got it occasionally but not as much as when he was young). It was the same dream over and over. 

He would be sitting in a grass field with flowers and the sun shining beautifully over the valley he overlooked, he grabbed a red flower, a white flower, and blue flower and hugged them all but then the blue flower blew away with a strong wind. America held his hand out to try a grab it but it slipped away, he felt sad when this happened and got scared when he saw the red flower crack and crumble in his hand. He held the white flower close hoping to not lose it too but the valley and sun turned dark and the wind was like a hurricane. America saw that he began to separate into two people. He was still the same colors but the other was black, white and red. It smiled and grabbed a group of flowers close to him and they quickly wilted in his hands. Unsatisfied it grabbed the white flower, America tried to fight it but as they fought a tornado of darkness came and America and the dark version of him were in the center. The dark person then tugged at the flower and it wilted in his hands. The shadow was satisfied and went back into America, he looked at his hands and saw them turn dark as ink. He screamed for help but no one came. The darkness engulfed him. Then his dream would end.