America felt strangely useless.
Usually, little things didn't affect him. Today, though, pervasive thoughts appeared even more often. America could hardly even remember what it felt like to feel okay. America could hardly remember what it was like to not feel completely guilty.
If part of his people and a strong opinion and the other part disagreed, shouldn't he have had mixed emotions?
But he didn't. No mixed emotions.
America thought about this as he walked down the street. He turned the corner, and ran smack into someone who had also been walking.
America fell, landing on the ground. He didn't register that he was on the ground, so he immediately looked up to check that the other person was okay. The last time he'd ran into someone, he'd accidentally knocked them into a wall (poor soul) and he hadn't even been walking that fast—
No. There wasn't a dent in the wall two feet away from where he stood, and he was the one on the ground. A man stood, a delicate smile playing upon his lips.
The man handed him his glasses. America put them on, but his eyesight didn't change at all.
Now, this is where it gets hazy, Alfred notes. Everything blurs right here.
America looked up. This man was standing. They'd run into each other, and he was the one on the ground.
America didn't realize that the man was talking to him for a second, but soon he wasn't as stunned anymore. "Are you okay? That was quite a hit. What's your name?"
This is where America should've— would've— could've— replied 'Alfred', as he normally did when someone asked him.
"America! My name is America, and it's a pleasure to meet you—," he gushed. He stopped. The man was frowning. Had he offended the man somehow?
America felt as if he should apologize.
"Oh. W-Well," the man's voice faltered, just as it did every single time, "this is incredibly awkward, isn't it? I must admit, I'm feeling rather rejected." The man's snide voice caused America more confusion. "But y-you can't be America, can you? Everyone always says he looks so confident. You look confused."
"Rejected?" America echoed.
"But seriously, you can't be America, right?" The man continued, as if he hadn't heard America speak at all. "After all, I'm..."
The man snapped his fingers suddenly. "Ah, I've got it!" He kneeled down next to America, grinning brightly. "Hello, North!"
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'South', As the man had introduced himself, rambled on and on about how the President had talked about America, and how they would meet one of these days. South hadn't existed for very long, America found out shortly. Both of them found it interesting that the President had never brought up South's existence to America.
They talked for a long time. Both abandoned their original tasks to continue to talk. They pondered at why there were two of them.
They'd find out soon enough, America thought to himself. All these years, and he still didn't know how to feel about the existence of his brother.