|From NDK 2011. I was cosplaying Aya at the time, so I vaguely feel that this was aimed at me...|
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O'er the Land of the Free - Hetalia fanficHetalia: America and Native America OC, Rated TO'er the Land of the Free - Hetalia fanfic by Rhov
America was enjoying his summer playtime by dirt biking through the Sonoran Desert. With his helmet on, the motor roaring, and a rain of sand and pebbles all around him, he was blind and deaf to all but the arid path directly in front of him. Some would say that described the young country on a normal day as well, but he was having fun, laughing manically as he soared over sand dunes and skidded around cacti.
That was when he saw something that troubled him. The bike came to a screeching halt, backlashing sand all over his brown jacket. Hardly thinking, America leaped off the dirt bike, threw aside the helmet, and ran over sand dunes in a mad scramble. Panic was on his face, and worry darkened his sky blue eyes.
"Oy!" he shouted. "Hey you!"
Down the dune, lying on his face, was an old man. His long black and silver hair was already partly buried in sand. His weather-beaten face was down on the scorching grains. His clothes, too dirty and
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