America stares at himself in the mirror and gently touches the ridge of his cheek. It looks solid, feels solid.
So why did he feel like he was being torn apart from the inside? Like if he made a tiny incision, his entire body would just fall apart? All his people, all their wants and needs and pleas and desperation and-
Shakily, he brings a clenched fish up and drives it into the mirror. A single, brilliant blue eye stares out at him through the shattered, bloody mess.
America screams.
Part of a meme I did on Livejournal. This was the only drabble I was really proud of. Link to my LJ account can be found on my profile.