Warning! There is violence , language and Dark!America in this fanfiction!
1950s
Puerto Rico hated that law, that law that America had gave her. She hated it, with a burning passion. How dare he tell her these things, those things pissed her off. She wouldn't allow this. Reading these news papers, all about revolts , revolts in her land, for her freedom against him. She clenched her fists.
October
She went back to America's house or well mansion. She was going to declare her freedom from this bastard one way or another. This bastard wouldn't control her. He wouldn't , she wouldn't allow him to.
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Puerto Rico carried her baseball bat up the stairs, clenching it as she did. She wasn't in the best clothing to fight as she was in a beautiful dress dress in her national colors ,not that bastard's.
November
Puerto Rico then kicked The door to America's room open. "Hey, Porto-" Puerto Rico ran towards him with her bat, getting ready to hit him with it. Though before she could hit him, America grabbed her bat and threw it out of hands. "I see how it is, I have to teach someone their place." He replied with a sly, dark smirk . Puerto Rico froze for a moment.
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Not long after though, the Puerto Rica-no Boricua woman ran towards clenching her fists. "You cannot tell me what to do! Bastard! I am not your maid nor your servant-" Puerto Rico replied angrily as she tried punching him but America grabbed her wrists. "You're right, you're not my maid or servant."
Revolt
"You're my bitch." This comment made Puerto Rico's blood run cold and it made her want to get out of his grip immediately, as he crushing them. America suddenly let go of Puerto Rico's wrists, which were now bleeding from how hard he was squeezing him. "Y-You-" Suddenly America slapped her face before punching her stomach, giving her a nasty bruise.
Freedom
"Don't think about revolting again or you'll get something even worse, you're my bitch, I can do whatever I want with you." America said , grabbing Puerto Rico by the collar of her shirt. This wasn't how America usually acted , something dark had taken over. Puerto Rico didn't say a word, and America dropped her. The Boricua woman ran out of his room as quick as she good, crying as she did. She ran into her room, locking her door before she cried into her pillow.
Coquí
The next day, America had went to check on the Boricua woman. He hadn't seen her since the revolt and wanted to apologize to her on how he acted. He didn't know what came over him, though he took some "gentlemanly" advice from Britain. He knocked on the door to her room. "Hey, Porto." He said calmly but no one answered. "Porto?" He said
"Go burn in hell , bastard! You are no 'Land of the Free' , only a Bastard who enslaves Bitches for his own disgusting deeds! Go away!"
These words haunted America for the rest of the day and he slowly walked away from the room.
Borikén