O' Secrets to Spill

The Burnet Flag

Alfred stopped and looked at the frozen scene. Austin didn't look like Austin, he knew it was Austin but he knew right now Austin wasn't Austin.

"Alfred?' Matthew asked hesitantly seeing the million mile stare in his little brother's eyes.

"That's Aust, blue bandana," Matthew looked over to were Alfred generally gestured to. Matthew looked at him. He was frozen but he immediately could see tall tale signs of a terrible mental state.

Austin's short cut hair and long bangs. His face with dirty and shadowed by his hat and frown. He was covered head to toe in dust, dirt and mud stained his boots. Twin pistols rested on his belt and a bottle in his hand.  His jacket was long and thick, Matthew had wondered how the boy hadn't gotten a heat stroke. Not to mention the chaps over jeans and cowboy boots with spurs.

What caught him off guard the most was the boy's eyes, they weren't warm and inviting that the canadian was used to. It was strange, forgin, it made Matthew feel strange. It was Austin, but it didn't feel like Austin. He knew it was him but it didn't feel like him.

"How old his he?" Ivan asked walking over to them making both of the North Americans jump.

"Where did you come from?!" Alfred said jumpy.

"The door"

"Ok I walked into that one"

"How old is he here?" Ivan asked again.

"16, Aust is 16. This is the time after the civil war. He was also why he was so anxious for a while after the civil war. It felt like a milenume for as long as he was gone. That also goes for the other southern states I had to track down but he was the hardest." Alfred explained.

"Terrible parent, you can't find your own child" Yao criticized.

"Trust me, if Austin doesn't want to be found, he won't be found" Alfred huffed looking at Austin.

"That is true," Kahikilani huffed, "Aust is like that. He can be terrifying."

"Да" Rada said looking at him, "He drinks whiskey like a fish in water."

The other nations walked in and finally the scene began to play.

"Aww look, a baby" A man cooed.

"Fuck off" Austin growled taking a swig from the bottle.

"What the baby can't take a-" Austin pressed the barrel of his gun to the man's head.

"Shut up or you're gonna be meetin' god tonight" Austin growled. The man nodded slowly and walked away. The gun was holstered again and he went back to his bottle.

The scene changed. It was a train now. Austin had changed his appearance, still dirty and mud caked boots.

"Excuse me," Austin looked up to meet the eyes of a timid and nervous Litchenstine.

"Yes?" His voice sounded like gravel and didn't match his baby face.

"Do you know how much longer until we get to the next stop" He frequently paused to think of the right words and her accent was apparent, "I'm sorry I don't have a watcha and-"

"Just over an hour ma'am" Was all Austin said before going back down the paper that was in front of him.

The scene changed again. Austin was running a crazed smile printed on his face and a cackling laughter. He looked different now however, he looked crazy. His clothing blood stained, Alfred knew it was blood but he didn't know if other's caught on.