= Olivia's POV=

Moments you took for granted. You never realize that you're doing it. You just do it. You try not to notice the regret as you grow older without the thing you took for granted. Now the thing I miss right now. That thing I miss more than anything in the entire world is one word. 5 Letters. 3 Syllables. That thing is Julia. Julia was my twin sister. She was also my best friend in the entire world. I remembered the last thing she ever said to me was "God Liv, you're a tough editor". See, Julia had been working on the last page of her book. It was always Julia's dream to be an author...

She never got the chance.

It happened faster than a bolt of lightning. One moment I was sitting there laughing with my sister and the next moment...

SCREECH!

A car was on the sidewalk.

SLAM!

A car was on Julia.

Hospital.

Julia is dead.

My sister is dead.

Sit there.

My mind going numb.

I needed someone to blame so like a normal completely sane person.

I blamed the United States of America.

I blamed Alfred F. Jones. I hated the guy anyways. He was America. So many had died because of stupid wars, so many people had starved...

And where was he?

Sitting atop his reclining chair with a never ending pile of hamburgers, fries and diet coke.

It was his fault anyways. You see the guy who hit my dear sister was none other than America himself. Everyone told me it was a drunk driver that had killed my sister but it wasn't. I saw him. I saw the light reflecting off his glasses. I saw shocked blue eyes. It was him who got out of the car to see my sister bloody and half dead.

"A-America" I stammer

"No I'm not America" he said, I saw through his lies though

Julia wasn't moving.
I scream loudly, I feel sobs breaking through my throat. I hysterically jump ontop of America trying as hard as I could to kill him. To rip off his throat and see a pool of crimson around him instead of my precious sister.

"YOU KILLED HER!" I scream

America says nothing, I think he was letting me beat him up.

Every other memory was practically lost to shock. I suppose they assumed my memories of meeting America was too, but it wasn't. I still remembered him.

Now let me explain where I am right now.

I'm sitting in rep hall. That's a place where representatives from all countries came to celebrate countries. That was the exact opposite of what was going to happen right now...

I'm grinning evilly looking to Britain's Rep to Canada's. These were my allies.

Britain's was a girl, 16, 2 years older than I was, her name was Rose. She had blond hair and silvery violet eyes. She hated Britain for reasons she didn't want to explain.

Canada's was a boy, 13, a year younger than me, the age Julia was when she died. His name was Todd. He had blond-red hair and blue eyes. He hated Canada because he blamed the country for never getting noticed.

Together we'd insult the countries and probably die in the process. Didn't matter to any of us though, as we saw it, it was totally worth it. Getting a good punch at the countries was worth anything.

"Would America's Rep please report to the stage for his or her speech?" someone announces

"Get ready" I whisper

"Right" Rose says, Todd simply nods looking rather pale

I step out onto the stage flinching as the light burned my eyes. I saw America grinning like a child, how does he not recognize me?! He ruined my life!

"Now, I'm sure everybody watching at home is totally jealous" I say looking right into the live camera streaming to everyone in the entire world "I mean...I'm actually 5 feet away from the countries!"

I take a deep breath in.

"I'm...ashamed" I say

Confused looks pass through the crowd of countries.

"I'm ashamed because I grew up...Respecting these monsters" I say causing a gasp, Hero by Skillet begins to play in the background, a projection screen falls down behind me.

I grin "Now that I've gotten your attention can someone please point the camera at the nations please?"

The astonished cameraman does exactly as I tell him too.

"Now let's see...There have been millions of deaths in wars" I say "Yet why are they still here? Do they just let us die? Are we disposable?!" I snarl the last word

"Now we do need a hero" I say "But not from enemies...We need protection from countries! Now come on people, they're going to kill me right after this just because I insulted their fragile little egos, don't even try to deny it I can see the shooters lining up behind the countries"

A meaty man runs towards me.

I start shouting out how many hamburgers America ate during the great depression when his people starved.

Right before the meaty man's hand went over my mouth Todd and Rose yelled at their own countries and I managed to scream "My ghost will be back to get you Alfie!"

=America's POV=

I just stared at the stage. Britain looked extremely hollow just like I did.

"Are you okay?" I'm not sure who spoke

I notice Canada looking for once noticed and he didn't look at all happy about it.

"Wh-What do we do now?" I finally stammer to the other countries

"Ve must kill them" Germany says

I shake my head "No"

Britain is still frozen eye locked to the stage.

"Britain?" I say unusually softly, I must be extremely shocked from that entire scene

Britain looks up his eyes look a bit glassy and empty.

"What are we going to do with them?" Britain asks

"Everyone they insulted can take them in" I suggest "And show them we aren't actually monsters

We eventually all decide that's what's best.

Italy runs in, I didn't even notice he wasn't here.

"Mr. Gerrrmaaaany!" he shouts

"Vhat Italy?" Germany asks

"They're killing kids outside!" Italy cries

My eyes widen "We've gotta save them!"

Everyone gets up at once even Britain who seemed more shocked and hurt than I was.

=Olivia's POV=

I look the gunman who is about to shoot me in the face.

"What are you waiting for?" I growl grinning cockily

The gunman doesn't respond, I see his finger twitch on the trigger.

Coming Julia I thought smiling wider

I close my eyes and hear the gun go off.