A/N: Due to my current story (Southern Statue) I've been craving to type some good ole American angst. Hope yah like it.
And remember, I'm a DISCLAIMER! I do NOT own Hetalia Axis Powers or Hetalia World Series, and I'm just an obsessive fangirl writing a fanfic.
There's always been an internal struggle with Southern America, and Northern America has always know. There's a side to him full of beautiful thoughts and words that you may have never noticed. Will you read it? Will you like it? Review, please.
"I guess the only problem is the fact that I rather enjoy this
These little intellectual showings
These quiet moments of revelation
And though I find them refreshing…
I don't want to be taken seriously…
If I begin to show ALL THE TIME, then before I know it…
They'll be expecting it…
They'll say 'Hey, America's the genius, he can do it!'
And when I can't do it…what then?
No. No. NO~!
That can NEVER happen…
I don't wanna…
I don't wanna…
Well, I don't wanna end up like her," Alfred thought to himself as he cast his eyes to Shaylene.
She was sitting in the window, with a pillow propping up her back, and she appeared to be reading. Alfred knew better, she was thinking. Shaylene didn't read unless she was all alone. When she was surrounded, or accompanied by someone else, she would lift up a book, cast her eyes to it, and think. If you looked close enough, you could see the glassy film that overcast her eyes, and made them the deep, abysmal color they were.
What was she thinking of?
He could never know…
All Alfred has ever known is that she hates him
She hates him
SHE HATES HIM, because…
Because…
Because…
Because he's Alfred, and he killed her…
He stripped her of her dignity, and turned her into the sarcastic, depressing, bitter woman she is.
It started with her mom.
With Katherine…
With New Orleans, and it ended with Alfred.
Katherine broke Shaylene
Sherman burned Shaylene
Alfred scattered the ashes.
And now, now that he's looking at her.
Now that he's studying his sister
He's just realized that she truly is dead
He did kill her
He murdered her
He changed her…
Would she ever be Southern America, again?
Or did he really scatter the ashes?