Sup guys, anti-pineapples here. This is officially my first story ever so please don't rain the hate if I screw up. Wow look at me, talking as if I already have viewers!
Chapter one
Faces were just a blur as America walked by. Featureless blobs continued on with their daily lives, whether it be studying, working, or relaxing in the confines of their homes. Not one stopped to look at the broken face of a man who used to be their oh so proud country. Not that it bothered him. No, America was used to being ignored. In fact, isolation was what he wanted the most. To get away from the insulting words and cruel remarks. Silence was what he wanted above all else. If only he had been a better hero… then maybe the world would look at him differently and dare he hope, with a little bit of respect.
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America faced the heavyset oak doors that gave way to the conference room where his tormentors currently sat. Faces flashed before his eyes each speaking different words but meaning the same thing. "America you bloody git, get your fat ass over here!" "You are so lazy aru, you can't even pay me back." "Honhonhon another burger I see? Aren't you fat enough Amerique?"
Shaking his head in order to concentrate, America slowly dawned his happy go lucky mask. It was cracking by the day, but no one cared enough to notice. He only had to stay for three hours, how hard could it be to keep it together for such a short time? Forcing a smile, America strode through the doors and was immediately bombarded by verbal abuse. England screeched at the sight of the teen. "You bastard we have been waiting for you for an hour now! You stupid wanker how were you ever my colony?!" His words hit home, and America felt his mask slowly crumbling. No no no not now! Not yet! He had to stay strong. That's what a hero would do… right?
Looking for something to assure himself, America reached into his pocket to squeeze the cold, metal object residing there. At least his gun was always there when he needed it. The same couldn't be said about his so-called companions. Sucking in a deep breath, America let himself fall back into his daily routine. Act like the insult meant nothing to him. Come up with a witty reply. Continue fighting until Germany starts screaming. Always have a smile. So far, so good.
"England! America! SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP!" Ah, there it was. He had begun to wonder when Germany would intervene.
Smile still in place America cheerfully left England to fume and walked towards his chair intending to carry out Germany's order. But fate decided that it was America's turn to be subjected to bad luck.
As he strolled past, America's jacket sleeve hitched on the table corner, causing it to ride up. Glaring at the offending sleeve, America jerked it down, becoming frantic at the thought of someone seeing just how bad depression had gotten to him. Thin yet scarring cuts formed orderly rows all up his arm, stopping just below his elbow. Just his luck, the more recent ones hadn't completely healed and were more noticeable than the others.
"America? what are those marks on your arm, aru?" China questioned, having seen the marks just fleetingly.
'Of course,' America internally groaned. For the first time in the history of G8 meetings it happened to be quiet when that seemingly simple question was asked.
Pulling forth a wide grin, America answered quickly, " Oh those things? Dude, they were totally an accident. I was cutting…. a tomato! The knife accidentally slipped. No biggie!" Oh no, he had answered to quickly. On top of that, America was blabbering. He felt a sinking feeling of dread weigh in his stomach. So much for not being suspicious.
A heavy veil of silence settled over the nations present in the room. After living for more than one hundred years surrounded by people, each country had become quite good at recognizing lies and reading expressions.
"Maybe you can show us the accidental knife cut, da? If, of course, you are willing to put down your greasy hamburgers." Russia spoke, a creepy smile spreading over his face as he began to stride towards the self proclaimed hero.
America froze. Russia didn't scare him, hell no, he would never be scared of that communist bastard. It was the prospect of being found out that sent his mind spinning. This wasn't supposed to happen. They cant know, they don't even care! All they will do is make fun of him!
Panic was evident on America's face, and all of the nations could see it. Completely oblivious to the severity of the situation, they looked on, only hoping that what ever America was hiding, would be interesting enough to relieve each of them of the all consuming boredom of a meeting.
America now positively nervous, began his frantic search for an escape. he scanned the room with his eyes, looking for a door, window, anything! The doors from which he had entered were on the other side of the space. The room had no windows, in order to ensure privacy and security.
America began sweating profusely at the prospect of discovery. To him, this was a matter of life or death. Of endurance or ruin. A matter of control or chaos.
" What's the matter America, burger got your tongue? You git, just spit it out!" England raved. He was quite curious to see what his former colony was hiding.
Closing his eyes, America knew he was left with no other option. Slowly grabbing his pistol, America drew it out of his pocket, and pointed it in the general direction of the other nations. He debated keeping his mask on, but the others had already seen enough. Letting his true feelings show, America's features warped into a emotionless void. Meeting each pair of shocked eyes, America ground out, voice flat.
"Shut. The. Hell. Up."
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Wow I'm exhausted. I know, I know, the ending was pretty sucky. But that is just one of the things will have to improve on! I will probably update this within the span of every week, or less. Ha listen to me, once again talking like I'm going to get reviews. If I do, then I promise, updates can be guaranteed!
Hasta la pasta,
~ anti-pineapples