I lived behind a mask. Of course, I'm not the only one; it's probably why depressed teens and suicide were such big problems in me. I walked around, smiling, laughing, acting like the all-around idiot most of the other nations expected me to be.
But I'm not.
No one would really care how I felt. Or thought. Or that every smile, every laugh, everything I stand for was pretty much a lie. How can I be the hero when I was the one who needed saving? No one would be my hero because everyone hates me. I'm the scapegoat for the world and the one everyone runs to for help and the one everyone blames when the going gets tough.
They all think me annoying and stupid. But, what really breaks me is that he thinks I'm stupid. He thinks I'm still a child. I wish I could tell him how I felt about him, how I longed for him so much, but I can't.
My name is Alfred F. Jones, America, and I live my life as a lie.
A/N: I fell in love with emo America, I'm sorry. And, this is gonna be a USUK. Side pairings might include PruCan, GerIta, Spamano, RoChu, ...yeah...
EMO AMERICA-NESS FTW!