Chapter 1: What Happened?

Warning: This story is loaded with feels. Read on at your own risk. (It's really good though, so keep reading. It's worth it.)

It had been a normal meeting with the G8. Everyone was arguing and it was chaos. Somehow the conversation turned on America and everyone began to throw insults at him. He didn't care. They didn't faze him until someone went too far.

"You're stupid and fat just like your people. I bet you've never actually been in a bad situation before."

Before this comment America had been over viewing his notes and occasionally commenting on what someone said about him. But as soon as someone made that last comment he whipped his head up to look at everyone. The meeting went silent at the abrupt action.

America continued in a small but aggressive voice with,"Whoever said that needs to shut up right now."

The other countries stood in disbelief for a second before another person piped up and said,"But it's true. You have never given evidence to having a hard time with something. Let alone your peopl-"

"Shut. UP!" America slammed his hands on the table and stood up causing the chair to fall backwards,"None of you have the right to say that! None! Of you ar-" he stopped mid sentence realizing what he had just done. He stood there waiting for something to happen for someone to say something. He had made the mistake of cracking and showing his wounds. He was vulnerable.

The other countries stood staring at him. It had taken a few words and two seconds for America to retaliate and yell at them. They didn't know if he even knew that tears had started streaming down his face. They stood there in regret and pity for him. They had never seen this side of America before.

America couldn't stop the tears. Memories. God awful memories flashed through his head. His senses clogged up with the sound of screams, the sight of flames, the smell of burning flesh that haunted him every September.

America knew that he had to carry on with his revolt. "You may have gone through much more than me, but what doesn't kill one person might just kill someone else! None of you have the right to insult the struggles that my people and I have endured!" He glared at each of them while tears streaked down his face in a steady flow.

Then someone finally asked the question they had all been thinking. "What happened to you... to make you like this?"

And with those final words everything blacked out for the countries.

The contries oppened their eyes and squinted around the room. Where were they? Once their vision finally readjusted they realized that they weren't in the meeting room.

Germany counted everyone for the second time concluding that everyone was there except for America.

Everyone was confused at where they were for a second before they realized they were in what appeared to be an old theater. The seats were red and the projector was on a projector stand in the middle of the auditorium. Across from the seats was a large screen like the ones for movie theaters.

Canada went over to the projector and found a VHS tape on top of it that could fit into a slot in the projector. "Hey guys. I found something," he grabbed most everyone's attention which was good enough for him.

England looked at the tape and asked,"I suppose we're supposed to put it in the projector and watch a film then?"

Canada shrugged and put the tape into the projector then sat down in a seat like everyone else had. Everyone was pretty much in the third and fourth row of the six row auditorium. Each row had at least thirty seats.

They watched the screen for a moment before numbers came up. Four.. three.. two.. one. The screen was still dark but voices emitted.

A woman's voice, which sounded slightly like America's, said,"Is this thing on?"

A German voice said,"Yea I think it's supposed to do that."

They were followed by a Roman voice who asked,"Is it supposed to have that blinky light? *gasp* Is it going to explode?"

"No." The German voice answered,"I don't think so."

"Oh you don't think so. That's very reassuring."

The Native American voice interrupted saying,"Guys. You're going to ruin the video thing. Anyway, we are here on America's behalf. Throughout his years as a country he has faced many hardships. Most of which he hasn't mentioned or doesn't speak of. This has caused him to continue to suffer through the ages as he covers it up."

The countries looked at each other in shock. The German voice continued by saying,"So, we are here to bestow upon you some of the struggles that he's faced." There was a tiny 'mwuahaha' from the Roman and a small laugh from the Native American.

The screen continued to remain blank until three simple white words appeared. "Salem Witch Trials"

"Oh dear," England muttered.

"What?" France asked.

England answered,"Even I didn't want to visit the colonies at that time."

Yay! New story! I've been waiting a long time to write this. But seriously though, this story has some graphic details and many feels. But it is going to be very good, so if you can handle that stuff keep reading!