There's facilities around the world that kidnap and experiment on their kind. America happened to escape from one of those facilities.
He is told that there's a safe haven where people like himself are accepted, happy, and safe.
America is set on...
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China pov ■○■○■○■
I looked at the American storming out of France's house from my perch on a tree. He looks mad. Real mad. Huh. Let's see what I can do.
America stopped beneath me. "Want are you doing in a tree, China?" He asked without looking up. "You have some keen scenes, America," I replied. Flawlessly, I jumped off the thick branch and landed behind the slightly smaller male. "Why does everyone like climbing trees around here?" the escapee country sighed.
I only slyly smiled in return. America turned around and faced me. We stared at each other without saying a word for what seemed like forever until I decided to break the silence. "What's the matter?" I asked. America looked away and looked back at me. "Could you be my therapist for a hot second?" He asked back. I smiled at him and nodded. Perfect.
The smaller country grabbed my wrist and led me away until he knew everyone was out of earshot. Then he began. "My father found out that I have a male mate and he got mad at me and told me I could only mark a female, but I haven't marked anyone. And why should I care about what he says? It's my life. I mean, I'd like to mark someone, but it's complicated," he stated. "Complicated how?" I asked.
America sat down on a bolder before explaining. "Russia, the alpha, is my mate. I really like him and I'd like to mark him, but I don't know what will happen if do. I know that when an alpha gets marked, they can't mark anyone else and I don't want to take that away from him if I'm not able to... fulfill him." America mumbled the last part, but I could still hear it. He played with his fingers while pondering what to say, or do next. I nodded. "Have you talked to him about it?" "No," he whispered in embracement. I hummed in response.
