"Bloody git! What do you mean your not going to help?"
America had just been walking around his back yard, making sure his security system was tuned and ready for any kind of attack, when a desperate looking England had sprinted up to him looking like absolute shit and babbling on and on in a crazy tone about something called a Blitz or something and France surrendering and Germany winning. Then when he basically got on his knees and begged America for help, he was almost immediately rejected in a calm, respectful tone on an American accent. "I mean I'm not going to help. Isn't that what I said?" America asked with a small chuckle.
"Why are you laughing at a time like this?" England screeched.
"Listen, England, bro, I'm going to stay out of this one. World War one… I'm not going to put my people through that again. Not unless completely necessary. I'm going to try not to get involved in the chaos. I want to be neutral, isolated, so that I can still be free."
"So you won't join because you're afraid you'll lose?" England yelled at America. The younger nation flinched at the noise and looked downward to the ground. Glaring at it so that he wouldn't scare England with the look he probably had on his face.
"No. I'm not going in because I know I'll win." He growled.
"You know you would win, but you don't want to help us?" England snuffed his nose with his sleeve and scoffed. "Wow. What a hero. I thought that the good guy saves the day or something."
America's heart sank deeper into his stomach. Hero. Indeed.
"Yes, well. Perhaps you were right England. Always right. I am no hero. Perhaps I'm a worthless bloody wanker who does nothing but eat and play video games all day right? I mean, it's not like I have fifty kids to watch over. It's not like I'm late to every meeting because I want to make sure all fifty of my children feel special and appreciated and known, and I want to make sure I spend time with them and not leave them every damn time France was being rude. It's not like I have people to look out for and it's certainly not that I don't want war to come on my soil. It's not as if I don't want to end up like you did! The powerful Empire and then the next thing you know you're getting drunk on every Fourth of July! It's not like I have responsibilities that don't involve every other ungrateful asshole around here! It's not like I help countless countries and am still looked at like shit! IT'S NOT LIKE I'M A HERO AT ALL IS IT?" America blew his top and screamed to England's face. "Get off my property limey. I've had enough of your Euro crap-shit."
America pointed towards the area England had ran from, but didn't stop glaring directly into the brit's acid green eyes. His eyebrows were raised in surprise and his eyes filled with fear. Something was wrong with America. And he wasn't even in the war. What was going on?
"Don't push my buttons lobster back. I mean it. You are not the only one who has harassed me about this. I am not gonna take it anymore. Now get. The hell. Out. Now!" He roared. England yelped and bolted back to a sea dock to get back to his country to tell the Queen the bad news.
As England was running, he realized that America had called him lobster back. He hadn't been called that sense the Revolution. What was with the name calling and sudden anger issues and yelling tantrums? America was always bubbly and laughing… or hiding something. That outburst, it was… not what he had expected. England had thought America would have been on the first boat to England yelling "I'm the Hero! ~" with his army smiling triumphantly behind him. But uh… that was not the case it seemed.
Back with America, something had been going on. America had been harassed, laughed at, and scolded for his choice not to join the war. Then England, of all people, had to come in and put salt on his wound? Screw them. Screw them all. He and Canada would be fine without those… oh wait… Canada had sent soldiers over too…damn. But that wasn't it. No that wasn't it at all. This problem had lasted much longer then the war. It was just finally breaking through America's infamous smile. The stress of his greatest secret almost being revealed. His biggest threat was never extinguished.
America sighed, rubbing his temples and quickly examining his security systems. He then jogged up back up to his house for some lunch. He went to the fridge and brought out two Doubles. The cheapest things there are; a quick buck each. They aren't exactly filling to a nation like America, but they were cheap. And cheap was healthy, especially when there are fifty other mouths to feed. Even if it was slobbered in grease and god knows what else. America scuffed those down and then hurried to his television to watch the news of the US to the A. Nothing major. Alfred left the television on and got up from the couch. He walked to the kitchen and mopped the floor. (Texas had been chasing Kansas and Missouri around the house and the three had forgotten to wipe their shoes on the entrance carpet.) Then he went to check up on West Virginia and the Dakota twins. They were alright, so he checked on Washington, Utah, Tennessee, Ohio, Florida, Main, New York (twice. He had been up to no good recently) then little Rhode Islands. She had been playing with Wisconsin and Iowa. America sighed, loving the sight of everyone getting along. He did a quick check up on the others and then finally went to the baby room to see if California was having any troubles watching over Hawaii. She was the newest state after all. Hawaii had to be taken care of especially. The baby seemed fine, along with the other states.
America checked to make sure that no one was watching, then went to the door at the end of the darkest hallway in the house, unlocking it with a small key card he wore around his neck, and then going down a three flight staircase where two other doors were. One door was a continue onward one, and the other had stunning darts and an alarm waiting behind it. Same as a wiser person, America chose the door that didn't involve three days minimum of numbing pain and sped down the dark hallway (no matter what Canada said, America just knew that there were ghosts in this hallway) all the way downward to a greenish door. This one had a lock pad on it, also a digit code number pad, and a finger print scan. (America made it up himself but decided to keep the new awesome security idea from his boss) He quickly entered the key code, pressed his thumb on the scan for three seconds exactly, and then twisted the pad lock. (it was the door knob in disguise) He opened the door which actually slid to the side revealing a brick barrier. America sighed and pressed three seemingly random bricks. They slid in and the brick barrier lifted, this revealed an iron door that was abused with age and most definably beaten on over decades. America cautiously lifted the little flap on the side of the door to peer inside.
"Hey there Union. It's been a week sense your last visit." A voice rasped from the darkness inside.
"Just checking on you. What kind of brother would I be if I didn't check up on you once in a while?"
"The same kind of brother who locks his youngest triplet in a dark cell for almost two hundred years." Blue eyes shone as the owner of the voice got closer to the door opening and glared at America. The eyes were the same as America's except they weren't shining or bright. They were darker and more like a glacier then the sky of blue.
"Aw come on bro. Your not still mad about the Civil War are you?"
"You bet your ass I am. Don't think that I won't get you back."
"How? Did you hear about the Berlin wall? It crashed. Prussia's an ex-nation just like you and can't do anything now. You are no different. Which is interesting, because I found something."
"Hmph. Whatever you found probably aint my problem. Since I'm so weak and all." The blue irises disappeared and America heard shuffling on the other side of the door.
"Hell no. I don't know what you might try to do to the states." America deadpanned. He knew that that sort of attitude was a side way of saying 'let me out, I won't bite…too hard.'
"What am I supposed to do to them that's so horrible? Start up slavery again? You'd just kick my ass, Al. You always were the lucky one."
"Shut up Confederate I know about you and your little thing that's been going on behind my back. All those kids you kidnap. Black Market I think it is, isn't it? You and Mexico doing something like that. Why?" America heard a sigh on the other side.
"Whatever. It's not like you'll have bigger problems to deal with anyway."
"What's that supposed to mean?" America asked through the darkness. But Confederate wouldn't respond. "Fine. See ya." Alfred slammed the flap shut, bolting it with the little wooden slab to block much light, (there was a lamp inside that as almost never turned on) and relocked the brick and original door. He sighed, turning around and leaving the haunted hallway.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" America jumped but reacted immediately and sprinted upstairs. "DADDY! IT'S HAWAII!" California screeched.
America buzzed past everything. Not noticing the now chaos and panic on the television as the reporter yelled into the microphone: "Attack on Pearl Harbor, Hawaii."
America burst into the baby room and rushed up next to Hawaii's crib. Blood was on the infant's pillow caused by Hawaii coughing it up maniacally.
"Oh God." America gasped and picked up the baby, cradling it and patting it's back, face down in his arms to get some of the blood flowing so she wouldn't choke. "Oh God Hawaii. Hawaii…" America held her close, knowing that he wouldn't be able to do anything except let the attack pass. He was suddenly aware of his own throbbing tooth ache and the fact that the tooth was swollen and the gushing of blood from a wound on this arm. But Hawaii was in worse pain then he was.
"Daddy?" Kansas, Missouri, and New York peered into the room. They grew pale at the sight of bloody baby Hawaii and the blood dripping from their caretaker's mouth and shoulder. "Who would do this?" California asked, dumbfounded.
America shook his head, caught offgaurd and shaken. He looked out the window that was open. It was the only opening in the entire house no doubt. America's breath caught in his throat when he caught a glimpse of someone running through the front fields in all camouflage. America saw the black, short hair and symbolic flag on the intruder's pack on his back. He knew exactly who it was.
"Japan."