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America
"When you're done cleaning the storage room you can go to bed," my boss said to me. I nodded feebly and watched as he walked away. My stomach growls at me as I walk down to the basement.
"Hush now, I know you're hungry, but we aren't allowed to eat anything. Now if I hurry up we can get to bed and have enough sleep for school tomorrow," I say to myself. Once I'm in the storage area I feel memories wash over me. The great memories of my country before our previous leader died. The country of Fanon has been around for a while, but was only just recently recognized. I have people from all around the world as my citizens, since my country houses people from different fandoms.
It sounds weird, but what happened was the passing of a new law in many countries. This law forbade any content related to a copyrighted material without owner permission. This completely destroyed fandoms, to the point that they were almost extinct. One brave fan, our previous Queen Lexi, decided to form her own nation. My country rests in the fertile plains between Asia and Europe, meaning we have plenty of food and beautiful weather as well. Unfortunately my new boss doesn't care for me; he refuses to feed me and restricts my people's food.
I sigh and begin to clean up the basement, stomach growling at me the whole time. As it turned out, I finished cleaning just in time to get to school. I quickly changed and escaped out the door, trying my best to avoid my boss as I did so. I began walking to school, which was only a few minutes away thankfully. I went to Hetalia World Academy, where micro-nations and the children of other nations were taught by older nations. According to the others I was only a micro-nation, but I was bigger than Belgium!
I pass all the students in the courtyard and head straight for my first period class. I've always liked first period, history is my best subject and the teacher is great too. Mr. America is loud and sometimes annoying, but he's really fun, even if he does just teach American history in World History. "Hey (Y/N) how's it going dude?" America shouts when I walk in.
I plop down into my seat and take a deep breath. "It's ok I guess," I reply. I really just want to go to sleep right now, but I can't with America here. He looks like he is about to say something, but gets interrupted by my stomach growling.
"Woah, did you not have enough for breakfast or something dude?" he asks me incredulously. I don't answer and desperately avoid eye contact. His smile falls and he grows very serious, a scary sight considering he's always smiling and joking. The bell and a stream of students interrupt anything he was going to say. "Talk to me after class," he says sternly. I nod and he starts the class.
Class seemed to drag on between America's talking and the occasional glances he throws me. Finally class ends, but I stay in my seat as the other kids rush out of the classroom. America walks over with a paper bag in his hands. "Here, eat this," he demands.
Once he sets the bag down I can see that it is from McDonalds. "No, I'm fine really. I don't need anything," I weakly protest. America doesn't buy it though, because I know he sees the look I'm giving the bag. He pushes the bag closer to me and my resolve breaks. I quickly open the bag and tear into the first burger. I moan as the taste spreads across my tongue and fills me with joy.
"You want to tell me why you're eating those like you haven't seen food in a week?" America asks. I swallow the bite from my third burger and blush slightly. America is staring me down with his blue eyes, don't get me wrong, I've always seen America as an older brother, but I couldn't deny he was handsome.
"Maybe because my boss hasn't let me eat in two weeks?" I say. It comes out like a question, even though it's true. I hadn't had any food in two weeks, only watched as my boss stuffed his face in front of me. America's eyes darken at my words, causing me to shiver as I take another bite from the burger.
"Is your country out of food or something?"
"No, in fact we just had a really good harvest, but my boss is withholding food from my people."
"Didn't you recently change bosses?"
"Yes, the death of Queen Lexi made us vote in a new boss, but this guy is horrible."
"You really should have told someone this was happening. I could have helped you sooner," he chided me. I glanced up from my fifth burger, staring at him. He looked really sad, but I don't know why. It was my problem, not his. Though I would be lying if I said I didn't want any help. "I'm going to help you out, ok?"
"I guess so, but what are you going to do? You are just my teacher, you know."
"You'll see, just come back here after your last class," he said mysteriously. He gave me another bag of burgers and a hall pass before sending me on my way. I spent the rest of the day eating the burgers whenever I got a chance. Sure, the rest of the kids stared at me, but I was starving. Burgers were suddenly my favorite food by the end of the day.
I slowly made my way back to America's classroom. I knocked on the door and waited for America to come out. "You ready to go?" he asked me. I nodded slightly and gave a small smile when he grinned. "Then lead the way dude," he shouted happily. I started to walk home, wondering the whole way about what he was going to do. He was my history teacher and now he was heading to my house to talk to my boss.
After a few minutes we reach my front door and I knock on it. A maid comes to the door and her eyes widen at the site of America. "Please, come in sir," she says meekly. Her eyes flit to me and I send her a reassuring smile. We walk into my house and I lead America to my boss's study.
"Sir, may I come in?" I ask after knocking. I hear a quiet grunt through the thick wood and slowly open the door. My boss is sitting at his desk and working on something with his head down.
"Good, now that your home you can go clean the attic. By the way, I'm restricting the food supplies even more as punishment for the rebellions going on. Go clean and reflect on your people's pathetic attempt to overthrow me," he says harshly, never once looking up from his paper.
I look at America, who appears pretty damn pissed right now. "Hey, boss man, that's no way to treat your country. Just because you're the boss doesn't mean you can withhold food from the people," America shouts angrily. My boss looks up, surprised that the super power is in our house. Anger flashes in his eyes and he glares out me.
"Fanon, you did not tell me we had a guest. Why don't you go prepare some food for them?" he suggests in a strained voice. I nod meekly and move to leave. However, America quickly stops me by putting his hand on my shoulder. He looks down at me with an encouraging smile, the kind you would expect from a big brother.
"Go ahead, tell him what you think," he says. I gulp audibly and turn around slowly. I face my boss and take a deep breath to gather my courage.
"In all honesty I think you are a horrible person. I don't know why I have allowed you to rule for so long, but from now on you are no longer the ruler of Fanon. You are stripped of all your power and banished from the country. Please gather your stuff and leave," I say.
My boss stares at me before he starts laughing, really laughing. "You think a puny thing like you can get rid of me? Think again Fanon, because I'm not going away," he says. I stiffen and hide behind America, away from the smile he is giving me. America clenches his fists and rushes forward, throwing a punch into his face.
My boss falls to the ground and America sends me a smile. I can't believe my history teacher just punched my boss. I really can't believe my teacher just punched my boss. "Hey, while you recover from his horrible rule, you want to stay at my place?" he asks me. I break into a grin and nod happily.
"It will be a little weird staying with my teacher, but I always did see you as more of a big brother anyway," I reply. America laughs and we leave to get dinner after calling the proper authorities. After going to live with America, my people and I were never hungry again and I had a lot of fun living with Big Brother America.
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