Just Enemies. (sovame)

Chapter 1

World War 2, America's P.O.V.

I have to wake up especially early today. All of the allies were going to have a meeting on plans we need to discuss, or something like that. I could give less of a fuck. It was Britain, my father, who asked me to come to this meeting. I know that he will be there, my mother France, China, and the new-comer, the Soviet Union.

I groan, hearing my alarm go off. Why hadn't I turned it off when I woke up? I got up and turned it off. I had it on the other side of my room so I actually woke up when I went to turn it off. With a sigh, I realize that I'll have to wear one of those uncomfortable suits. I'm not a big fancy clothing guy. Just a t-shirt would suffice for me, but no, I have to wear a black and white suit. I guess it looks nice with my sunglasses.

It was about 03:37, and I needed to leave my house to get to the meeting at around 5. Great, I have time to do any morning routines that I'd normally do. I can't help but get a jittery feeling. I know I'm going to forget something, rather it be a tie or maybe to brush my hair. That's why I have a handful of post-it's all over my wall telling me what I need to do.

I look around my room and stop at the window, seeing the still dark sky outside. I absolutely love the night sky. I love looking up into the stars and imagining myself up there. I hope one day I can go see the stars in person. The pale moonlight casts a pale glow on my phone, which I forgot I needed. I pick my phone up and the screen lights up by it's self. Great, I have a gazillion texts from my father.

I drop my phone down on my bed and decide to finally start my day. Getting yourself motivated in the morning is such a pain. I reach my arms forward and bend my fingers, hearing some of them crack. Eh, good enough. Okay, now what does my first note say?

I look around my room, trying to spot the paper with the number "1" on it. It's above a picture of Canada and I. I walk over to the other side of my room and slip the yellow piece of paper off of the wall. The color horribly clashes with the whole nighttime vibe of my room. I have dark colored walls with hand-painted white stars all over it. At least I have some lights up by my window, so it's a bit nicer to look at. I gotta admit, I'm a sucker for nighttime scenery.

I look down at the paper, breaking my train of thoughts. "Take a shower" well duh, that seems pretty self explanatory to me. Why did I even write this down? Dropping the paper on the ground, I head off to my bathroom. I try to take quiet steps to not disturb this peacefulness.

After showering, etc.

I looked in the mirror of my bathroom, which was a bit fogged up. Eh, I guess I'll just fix my hair when I come back. I go to get my suit and put it on, cringing at the stiffness of it. I almost never wear it so it isn't really broken in yet. The suit is crisp and elegant, but also has a twist of me. I've put a NASA pin on the tie of it. There, I've made it look more like myself. Instead of usual black business shoes, I've chosen a black pair of high top converse instead. Ask me why? I don't know. Besides, who even notices your shoes anyways? Only weirdos, that's who.

I walk back into my bathroom, trying to bend my knees as high as I can when I walk, just to break the pants in. I must look like a dork right now. I look back up at the mirror and see all the fog has dissipated. God, my hair is a mess. I pick up my NASA brush and comb through my hair. Jeez, now that I think about it, maybe I should lay off on the space themed stuff.  My hair was all tangled, but I think I got it mostly smoothed out. Most of my hair is red, with some white streaks. Though on the right side of my head, most of my hair is blue. My hair is a bit longer than usual, but that's because I keep neglecting to go to the hair salon.

I was about to walk out of the bathroom before putting on the main piece of my outfit: my sunglasses. Only Canada, my mother, and my father know about my eyes. And I'm gonna keep it that way. I slip my sunglasses on my eyes, watching the darker shade of light envelope all the light that was there before.