America is a barista working his ass off to push himself through community college. After his independence from his abusive father, he's only now realised how privileged he was to have all those things. And although the workload is heavy, and it's a...
White Australia Policy (look it up if you don't know what that is but for context here's a doosy of a picture)
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(and here's another one even though its not real)
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"Wakey wakey~"
Australia groaned, not opening her eyes.
"Come now, Commonwealth. I know you can do it."
Australia's face scrunched up as she recognised the voice calling to her. It was something sugary sweet with a deadly undertone – someone who tried to sway her a long time ago.
She shot up, glaring at the woman smiling smugly above her.
"Leave me the hell alone."
The woman sharing her flag tutted with the shake of her head, standing up straight so that she was no longer leaning over her, "My, my, where are your manners, Commonwealth? Is that any way to treat an old friend?"
"You're not my friend," Australia growled through gritted teeth. "And don't fucking call me that."
"Oh, we are swearing now?" The woman said with a raised eyebrow.
Australia rolled her eyes and pushed herself off the ground, her blood running cold when she realized where she was.
"Do you recognise this place, Commonwealth?" The woman mused, looking around the black void with no end in sight. "It has been a while since you have seen it, hmmm?"
"Why are you still talking to me, Utopia?" Australia said, stalking off into some random direction.
Utopia chased after her cheerily, gliding along beside her as if she were on ice, "I am visiting an old friend of course! It does get very lonely here."
