the mixing bowl of cultures

by Vladabean

America was never a perfect country. one day, he can't take it any longer. the other countries notice some unstability during the first meeting of the month, when he comes in wearing a tank top, hoodie, sweat pants, slides, his hair is a mess, his skin is all pasty, he looks sick at first, but then they notice the pocket radio in his hands...they let their troubles really begin

2. chapter 2

chapter 2. rehabilitation of Alfred F. Jones.

he woke up at Japan's house, being cared for like he was sick. japan, England, france, and Canada were there. Japan noticed him waking up. "America, are you ok?" the others came over. Arthur started stroking his "son's" hair. "tell us what happened, love..." Alfred started tearing up. "the border...my boss...the people...the children, the laws, the government, the truth, the lies-" francis started hugging his "son." "Alfred...here. we'll take you home so you can grab a few things. You'll be staying with kiku for a bit. we'll be in a hotel around the corner. when we come back, you should clean up, change clothes, and please eat something, you're thinner than germany's patience. you don't have to tell us anything if you don't want you. we just want to make sure that you're alright. you're clearly unstable, so we want to help you. you just need to let yourself breathe for a bit...merde, I've never seen you so stressed...we're going to help you...a good idea would be to write your thoughts down. that way, you can sort them out and if you want to tell us, you can. but you don't have to if you don't want to." Alfred sighed. "t-thank you..." "love, we care about you very much. To see you hurt yourself like this...you're going to be yourself. I promise. it may take years, even decades, but you are going to be back to your old self." so, alfred went home and came back after a bit.