NOTE: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR CATCHER IN THE RYE
Also: This is from HOLDEN'S POV. I'm sorry if I didn't get him right!
"You have got to be kidding me! Iggy's already drunk?! But it's only been an hour!" I walked into Eddie's, watching that goddamn phony play his piano, when I heard that obnoxiously loud guy sitting at the bar with another guy who had the goddamn biggest eyebrows I had ever seen, mumbling something about being Catholic or Protestant. Wasn't my problem. Yet it seemed like the loud guy wasn't going to give me a break. "HEY!" he shouted at me "HOLDEN CAULFIELD, RIGHT?!" He gestured to a seat at the bar next to him. There was something familiar about him, but I couldn't put my finger on it. So I went and sat down next to him. "Nice job getting kicked out of Pencey." He said as I was sitting down. I stared at him, and I didn't give a damn if that was rude. The phony just laughed "Oh I'm sorry! The name's Alfred F. Jones!" He stuck out a hand. I didn't take it. He laughed again-God, he was annoying. "Go ahead and order what you want. It's on me." It kept getting more and more confusing. Who the hell randomly knows the name of someone they've never met before, knows about their personal life, then offers to buy them a drink?! I decided to take advantage of his charity, and ordered a scotch and soda, and he talked to me. Non-stop. I wouldn't be surprised if the goddamn idiot didn't know what the word "quiet" meant. Finally, he looked to me and said "Your sister Phoebe's a good, sensible kid. Don't ever forget that. You never want to lose family. Or in your case, more family. Besides, I doubt your parents would be happy with you if you broke some windows again. Allie was also a good kid." I scowled "What would you know about losing someone?" His face darkened "I used to have a brother, but we had a massive fight. I wanted to be free. He wanted to keep me for his own. In the end, I won by a small margin, but I lost part of my only family." I instantly regretted snapping at him. He drained the last of his drink, then stood up, paid the bartender, and stretched "Well, I gotta take Artie here home, but thanks for sitting next to me. I really appreciated it." He slung the other guy over his shoulder and started to walk away. "Hey." I said, making him stop. He turned around and I finally got a good view of him. He looked like he was only twenty, with blue eyes, sloppy blonde hair, and a pair of glasses perched on him nose. "Who are you?" I asked. He smiled and ruffled my hair "You're a really smart kid, Caulfield. You really are. You have a long, hard road ahead of you, and I don't know where it'll take you, but stay strong." He began to walk away again, but once again, I stopped him "You didn't answer my question." He laughed again, and scratched his head with his free hand "Well, if you really want to know, I'm the United States of America, and this drunk idiot here is Britain." He grinned and walked away. This time I didn't stop him. To tell you the truth, I believed that guy, weird as it was. I believed that he was America. Also, I finally understood what he was talking about earlier about fighting with his older brother. And I smiled. Because you know, even though it was only for a few seconds, I didn't feel so lonely anymore.
