Heyy! Fluffnights here! This chapter is America POV!
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LAST PART OF THIS POV BELOW

It was really quite amazing, far beyond anything he had had in his old life. He splashed the bubbles a bit and got his hair wet. In his old world baths where a scarce thing with how hard it was to get water. He played for a while before Alexander got another rag and wiped him down then hit a lever near where the water had come out. After that it all started running away. America watched it in awe for a moment before he was lifted out of the tub and wrapped in a fluffy towel. He was taken back to the living room and his hair was dried before Alexander started dressing him. As he was helped into pants America finally got enough courage to ask what he had really been curious about. "M-Mistew Etierre? When do I get to go back to big brother? Thats who was calling for me earlier." Alexander looked at him a moment before chuckling and pulling the pants up the rest of the way. "Silly boy! You're not going back to them. You live with me now."

America paused, "Wh-what?! B-but Mistew Etierre I have to go back to Big bwothew! I have to!" Alexander laughed and ruffled his hair. "No, no no no. You stay with me now. Ill take care of you and ill be your Big Brother. Its okay!" America shook his head again. "No! I need big bwothew!" The mans cheery smiled dropped. "Look, kid. I said you live with me now. And I meant. Now shut up before you make me regret taking you in, okay?" He didn't leave room for an answer, just getting up. "I'm going to get you another snack sweetheart. Just stay there, I'll be right back." America watched as the man slipped off to the little kitchen rummaging through the giant box to pull out food and through the cupboards to get more. After a few more minutes of watching the man work around the kitchen with ease he came back with cut up sandwiches and a juice box. He sat the snack on the small table and pulled America up on the long group of seats.

The man looked around for a second before finding a long black rectangle with colors on it on the seats. He pushed a button and suddenly a large black box in front of them roared to life. Colors began flashing across it with fast talking screaming at them to purchase one thing or another. The man seemed unfazed, instead simply scowling like it was no more common of a nuisance than a bird waking you up in the early morning. He grabbed the plate and handed it over to America. "Let's find something better to watch, hm?" After a minute of no response he just hit another button and kept going till he stopped on a place playing "We're going on a trip in our favorite rocket ship! Zooming through the sky, little Einsteins!" The monster has these little kids trapped inside and they were all running away underground into a red gadget. "M-mistew Etiwwe? Why are they stuck in the thingie?"

The man paused and looked down. "...You mean the TV?" America nodded tentatively, his blond strand of hair bobbing a little when he did. "This is called a television show. They aren't stuck inside the tv. The TV just plays images from the television broadcasting stations." He was met with wide confused eyes. He rubbed his temple for a second before sighing. "It's the TV's dreams. The TV has a bunch of dreams, so it has different channels for the dreams. This is one of his dreams." America understood that idea much more, nodding cheerily. He settled back into the seats and began eating his sandwich. He watched the dreams. It was amazing something could dream such an amazing thing. Sure, America himself had dreamt of going to space, but never something like that! It was an amazing thing, even if it had to gobble the kids up to take them places. He kept watching the show, getting immersed in it until he remembered he needed to be making a plan to escape and get back to big brother. He gently tugged on the man's sleeves. "Mistew etiewwe? I need to pee."

The man smiled, "Okay. Go to the room I bathed you in. Just remember, flush and wash your hands." America nodded cheerily, getting up and setting the plate aside. He went back to the bathing room, looking along the way for anything that might prove to be useful when he tried to escape. By the time he reached the bathing room he had only found a window and closet. He looked around, trying to figure out what the man was talking about when he said 'flush', asking to use the bathroom hadn't only been a reason to snoop. America started picking his best option. The bathing rectangle, the weird thing with water inside, or the too tall rectangle. After a little debating with himself he pulled his pants down and got on the edge of the bathing rectangle. After relieving himself he hit the down lever like the older man had earlier. He pulled his pants up then rolled his sleeves and went to the water-holder. He put his hands in it, scrubbing them around for a bit before taking them out and stretching for a towel that was up a bit. He barely reached it to dry his hands.

He left the bathing room and went back to Mister Etierre. The man just smiled and helped him back up. They sat and watched the rest of the dream and another two before the man got up and put away America's dishes and trash. He went and got a bundle of blankets, a few pillows, and two sheets. "You'll have to sleep on the couch till I can get you a proper bed, alright?" America nodded. So that's what these seats where. He got off the couch so that Mister Etierre could put together all the blankets. After a few minutes of watching the man tuck everything into one side America was tucked in aswell. "I'll be in that room over there, okay? If you need anything, just come get me." America nodded, getting a kiss on the head before the man walked off to the room he pointed to.

America gave the man a while to fall asleep, struggling not to nod off himself. After he was certain the man was asleep he got up and began looking for the clothes they bought earlier. It took a bit of searching but the clothes he didn't have on where in some bags on the big table in the kitchen. He slowly pulled out a chair and climbed into it, careful to make a little as possible while he grabbed the bags and got down. He took them back to the couch and dumped them out, looking through what he could recognize. Strange shoes, strange pants, strange shirts, and strange coats. He did at least know how to put them on since they were similar to his current clothes. He started looking for what he thought would be best, since he didn't know what it would be like outside. He ended up deciding on pants like the ones he's was in, but blue and made of rougher fabric. He got a long-sleeve shirt and a coat that didn't have the weird metal pieces on it.

He got out of the clothes he was in okay, but he started struggling when he was putting on the new ones, especially with the metal-less nearly ran into the tiny table when he got lost in it. Socks weren't hard, he was even able to get two pairs on. Then came shoes. These shoes were vastly different from what he was used to. After a good fifteen minutes of playing around he finally got the shoes fastened and on the right feet. These new clothes weren't soft or warm like the others, but they were much thicker. He stretched around in them for a moment to get used to the feeling they made. Eventually he started snooping. He went over to the door try it first, barely reaching the handle to be able to figure out it was locked. After that he went to the window to try to see if he was tall enough for it.

He stretched for a good minute or two before giving up and deciding to just try to find something to stand on. After a little looking he went to the couch? Or had Mr Etierre said crouch? Either way he got on the other side of it, pushing it to the wall effortlessly. He clambered on it and hurried to the window that was now easily in his reach. It had strange boxes in it and a black thing at the bottom. He tried to push on it gently, up down and out, but it didn't budge. He looked at it a little longer before fiddling with the black thing at the bottom. He soon found out that it slid to the right side and that it let the window go up. He crawled on the ledge and peered out. It was quite a bit of a drop to the ground, but he had seen further back before Big Brother found him and he was free to play on mountains and cliffs. He slowly stepped out on the thin bit of brick that jutted out in a ring around the building under each window. He let the window drop and pressed himself close to the wall.

He looked around to try to find a way down, but only saw bushes and giant rectangles with black bags inside. He started shuffling along the edge to find any other possible ways down. As he scooted around he started feeling a bit of a draft pick up, not strong enough to knock him around but enough to unsettle him a little. He kept going, still looking for another way to get down. He barely noticed how close he was to the corner until his foot scootched to keep going and hit thin air. He scrambled catch himself but was too late, he went tumbling down the length of the building, smashing into a bush. He was paralyzed with fear as he fell, not even able to scream until he crashed into the bush. When he did he shrieked, stopping after a few seconds to cry instead. He could already feel he would be bruised, and it felt like sticks had stabbed into his back to the point they might be stuck. He sat there and cried for another moment before trying to scramble out of the bush. As he tried to get out he kept smacking into the end of other branches and scraping his hands up or poking bruises. He smacked to the ground suddenly when he hit a weak spot. He yelped before curling up crying again. It was a while before he calmed down again, sitting up to look himself over while still trembling.

His coat, shirt, and pants were torn in a few places, leaving scratches that either had little beads of blood welling up or were bleeding much more than they should have for small cuts. He twisted as best he could to see his back. That coat looked worse there, twigs still stuck into the coat and one that he couldn't tell if it was in the coat or his back. He took a shaky breath and got up, his body shaking more than the breath when he was up. He was aching all over, and he wanted to just go to bed, and he wanted big brother, and it was dark outside and scary. He wished more than anything that Big Brother England was there. Even if he'd have to deal with a lecture about doing something as stupid as going on the ledge, or if he'd be spanked, or even if England put the burning liquid on the boo boos to keep out "the nasty infections. They'll make you sick!"

He slowly got the courage to take a step, trying to decide where to go. All the buildings where weird and look almost identical to the one beside it, so which way to go would rely on him remembering where they had come. He slowly went around front, trying to ignore the pain that he felt as he moved. When he got there he looked around, thinking back. When Mr. Etierre had walked him up there, which way had they come from? He looked to the left and to the right before deciding that he would go right. He started that way, looking at every light and wishing it to be brighter. He was, for the most part, alone out there. There was the occasional person passing along, or a stray animal, and even once or twice a person in clothes worse than what he was wearing was sitting alone on against building. He glanced at a few of them but just scurried past them, not willing to take a risk again. He kept walking till the sun came up, exhausted by then. He finally stopped for a rest, sitting down in a narrow space between two buildings. He didn't sit against the buildings so he wouldn't bother the sticks. He watched as life began moving in the area, people starting to go places in their monsters or just walking by. He barely noticed as he nodded off, just watching everything till he slumped into his lap and was finally able to get some sleep.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys! Fluffnights here! Im SOOO sorry it took so long to update, I've had finals and giant assignments and a weirdo penpal for my French class bothering me. But still. SOOOOO sorry! I SWEAR I will update sooner! Next chapter is in the other point of view again, with the other members of the G8. Comment on who you think should find America, Germany and his group or England and his? If you don't know what something is just leave a comment with the description and ill message you what it was. Till next time!

~Fluffnights