Songfic. I don't own anything including the song Raymond by Brett Eldredge that this is slightly based on.
America's about done hanging a plant when Prussia sneaks up behind him. As soon as the plant's hung Prussia tackles the taller nation bringing them both to the ground. He hollers back to Canada, "Hold him down while the Awesome me steals all his hamburgers!"
Canada just puts his hands up and shakes his head as his brother gets the upper hand on the albino man, "What?! I'll never let you have them." America's able to sit on the older ex-nation as a nurse turns the corner and he's forced to get up, "We're sorry Miss, right Gil?"
Prussia stands and smiles at the nurse before she walks away, "Come on the Awesome me is hungry so let's go." He pulls at America's arm but the younger nation holds firm.
"Ok, just a minute Dude I got to say good-bye to someone first." America turns back towards the small building they're standing in front of.
The other two men look at each other before following behind America slightly confused, "Al, why are we here anyway?" Canada asks as they turn a corner to a room marked 303.
Prussia lets out a laugh, "What do you have a girlfriend we don't know about?"
But instead of America shooting him a glare he just smiles, "Not quite." He knocks before entering the small apartment, "Ms. Davis? Can we come in?"
A small very elderly woman walks over and hugs the tall nation, "Oh, Thomas there you are." The American leans down to let her kiss his cheek. "Did you bring some friends to meet your mother?" She asks looking over towards the door at the confused countries.
His brother is the first to ask, "Thomas?"
But before America has a chance to answer the small woman is pulling America towards the living room, "I bet you're all hungry. I have some cookies here somewhere and if you don't tell your father you can have some."
America lets out a small laugh taking one from her, "Thank you and how are you today?" He motions for the other two to do the same.
She smiles at them, "Oh I'm good baby but you know I've had the clothes out on the line for three hours now and they're still wet. But it'll be fine I'm sure by the time your father gets home." She lays the tray of cookies down as she starts to clean around the small living room humming to herself cheerfully.
"Ms. Davis why don't you sit down and I'll do whatever needs done." The tall blonde man says standing but she just shakes her head, so he takes another cookie, "Okay but if you need anything just call me."
She smiles at him and pats his cheek lovingly, "Call you? Baby is your father thinking of getting a phone again?" Ms. Davis shakes her head as she sees the trio out, "Be home before dark Thomas."
As the door closes Canada turns to his brother, "What year does she think it is?"
"Most of the time summer 1943." The American opens the front door as the other two walk out.
This time Prussia has a question still eating his cookie, "Have you met this man? Or is there even a Thomas?"
He nods, "Sure is he's up there." He points to a hill. America can tell the other two are curious so he leads them up a small worn path to a set of white stones with a large American flag above them flapping in the wind. He stops at a small one that simply reads, Davis 1971.
"I know it's dumb but you know until she sees his face again…I want to fill in the best I can." America says looking down at the grave.
Prussia slaps him on the back smiling, "Dude that's awesome…not as awesome as me but still."
"How long have you been doing this?" His brother asks.
America gives them a small smile, "For a few weeks, since I came to visit an old friend here and I met her. And really bro I mostly just bring her coffee, help her clean and say hello."
The northern twin smiles, it's not every day his brother lets him see this other side of him, "No Al you're doing more than that."
America blushes slightly before all three's stomachs growl and gives him the opportunity to change subjects, "Dudes burger time!"
"Finally!" Prussia grabs Canada's hand and pulls him down the hill with America in tow looking back over his shoulder once at the grave smiling before racing to catch up to the other two.
He thinks to himself that he doesn't care if he has to come everyday for the next decade she can call him Thomas anytime because that's alright with him.
America: Dude what is it with you and songfics?
Don't know just love doing them but be warned I have a itune account and I know how to use it
America: Aw crap…