Strangers

Hidden Faces

//Author's note -- before we begin, This story has some trigger warnings that have self harm, alcoholism, and a sweet treat of some smut (MAYBE) You have been warned.//

If anything were different, then life wouldn't be the same here on earth. The cities would be clouds of buildings with little flickers of lightning, which are held up by withered ground. Much like the surroundings the people would be withered and old. Faces in a crowd hoping one day that they will connect, into something like passion.

A young man stood waiting at a bus stop. It was raining, and he wasn't about to get wet and ruin his lovely fluffy hair. This was America, a short adult, though could be mistaken as a child, wearing a light blue letterman jacket, dulled ripped red jeans and a worn-in pair of boots. Aside from his clothes, his hair was the pattern of the american flag, red,white and blue. To what most thought was ironic he wore stupid shades, that were very useless on a rainy day. But he always thought to himself that they were cool.

On this rainy day America could hardly wait for the bus to come. He was going home to visit his parents and some siblings who still lived at home. America swayed anxiously, glancing up and down the rounded street from where he stood. He watched the people pass by on the sidewalk across, they all looked gloomy from the rain. He turned his head left and saw the bus, it stopped in front of him. The doors opened and America stepped on. He paid a small fee, then strolled to the back of the bus and sat down in a seat. America put in his ear buds and turned up the latest tune on his phone.

Just then he got a text.

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Chat log:

MapleSyrup: "Where are you at Ame?"

Unitedtaters: "Just got on the bus, heading over"

MapleSyrup: "Alrighty, Dad has been wondering where you've been for the last....40-ish minutes."

Unitedtaters: "Ah well- I woke up late, tell him I'll be there soon"

MapleSyrup: "Yup yup!

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America pockets his phone, and sighs looking out the window of the bus. If today wasn't so stormy maybe he wouldn't feel so lonely. He enjoyed visiting his family, but sometimes he couldnt stand how often love was discussed around the table. America felt like he'd never find someone that close. He hated it when his father brought up Japan, and degraded her infront of him for what she was before. America had no feelings towards Japan this way, but those words hurt him none the less.

Time passed and America arrived at his stop. He got off the bus, and by now it had stopped raining. He began walking the short distance to his father's house. Once he got to the door his older brother Canada swung open the door and hugged the smaller male. It was almost like Canada was waiting like a small puppy sitting by the door waiting for thier owner to come home. America squealed from the sudden hug from his older brother. Canada looked friendly to many but if you get up close with him, he's more buff than he looks. He wore his usual raccoon fur cap, which went with this lumberjack attire.

"Aaame!!! My little brother!!" Canada picked up America in his hug, in which Ame smiled returning the hug.  Suddenly was thunk of footsteps behind the two and a roaring voice came from behind them.

"OI OI OI  MERI!!" Another boy just a tad taller than America came barreling towards the two, promptly tackling them. Almost knocking off America's sunglasses in the process.

This was Australia, the roughest younger brother of the bunch. Australia wore a safari hat with sharp teeth wrapped around the base and a loose dull blue shirt, to match with his tan cargo shorts and red converse shoes. His laugh was almost hypnotic which got the other two brothers laughing as well.