anonymous said: au where pissing on people is a societal norm
Characters: Aph America (prolly kind of ooc but this is kinda gross so idk)
Warnings: PEOPLE PEEING ON EACH OTHER (but not in a sexual way? i dont know either man)
Alfred was.. Pretty disgusted to say the truth. He had never really gotten over it. It all started a while ago, people just began doing it out of no where and eventually, it became normal for people to do it. He really didnt understand people who do it- It was disgusting! People shouldnt have even started doing it!
But you know what bothered him the most? When he was out some place public and someone decided to do it- and no one around him was even slightly bothered by it! Why was he the only one who was bothered!
Every day he wakes up thinking, "maybe, just maybe, people have stopped doing it- or maybe it was all just a dream and it never even started!" But no. He was always wrong. Alfred would go out every day seeing people with long, wet marks going down their legs and some times on their backs too (he always wondered how people got it on their backs?), but none of them ever seemed bothered, not even by the smell. The smell was always the worst.
Like today for instance, he had to go into the town that was too far from his home, so he took the train. He always stood near the doors to make sure he could get out quickly and he would always face the doors too so he wouldnt see it happening. It always happened to someone. It was rarely ever a female who began it, for obvious reasons, but it was anyone who was on the receiving end.
He had gotten his ticket and got onto the train, it wasnt too busy today and yet he still stood fairly close to the door. Arthur had been silently praying in his head that it wouldnt happen, that no one would do anything but apparently it just was not his day.
It was only a few seconds after the train had began to move that he heard it. A zip being un-done and a belt being rattled about. He didnt dare look behind him. He jumped slightly as he felt it start, the back of his leg began to get wet and warm, the horrid stuff being poured onto his calf. God he wished he had worn actual trousers that day, but it was too hot so he went for shorts- why did he decided to go with shorts, that was so stupid of him.
It had lasted about a minute or so until he felt little droplets of the foul smelling stuff hitting his legs before it had stopped entirely. He trying to hold in the shivers, his face obviously held anger and disgust, trying to hold himself back as he desperately wanted to turn around and shout at the man and ask why he had done something like that.
But he couldnt, the train had stopped and the doors had opened, but he just stood there, the man who had done it had walked past him and quietly thanked him, "thanks kid" he had said with a pat on his shoulder and a happy smile like nothing had happened.
Alfred just had to forget it and get on with his day, but he was going to find a bathroom first to wash it all off.