A/N: I don't own anything, except my sick little mind that makes me write this stuff. This Chapter is a bit longer. Hope you people like. Like I said before updates will be when ever I feel like it. Still no Russia T_T sorry. Maybe next one!


Chapter 2: Introductions

"Oomph…" America groaned as he became aware of his surrounding.

When he woke up every thing seemed bigger then what he remembered. He didn't feel as bad as he did before he went unconscious, but then he noticed two other bodies next to him. They seem bigger then he was, but the creepiest thing was that they had the same appearance that he did. America's eyes started to dilate as he tried to calm him-self down. His breathing became rigid. His eyes shifted to the mirror ever so slowly in fear of what was going to greet him. What he saw was something a person of his looks should have never seen.

"W-what…t-the FFFFUUUCCCKKK!?" he let out in a blood curdling scream.

His appearance was of when he was a child, but many things were off. His body was covered up in the blood that he coughed up, and his skin still possessed that unhealthy sheen. He looked like a regular boy, but his there was a crazed look in his eye. His hair reeked of the smell of blood, and some of it was plastered against his face. Also he no longer had his glasses, then again he never had them on in the first place. He flinched as the other bodies started to move slowly as they too were waking up from a sleep. They looked the same as him, just with a little less blood, and they had the appearance of teens. Panicked, Little America quickly dove into a corner to avoid their eye-sight.


"Urk" said one of them getting into sitting position.

"Ugh" said the other pushing him self with his scrawny arms and knees wobbling.

"What just happened?" said the first not really expecting an answer, holding his head as if to figure out what was happening.

"I don't ev—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" screamed the second, as he bounced back. 'Who the fuck is this bastard who looks just like me?'

"I SHOULD ASK THE SAME TO YOU!" yelled the first jumping to his feet, getting ready for a fight. 'Who is this asshole who shares the same looks as me?'


In the corner Little America was trying to organize his thought as best he could. 'Wait, those two people are the same people as me? That is impossible. I never heard of this happening. How did this even happen? What am I going to do?' He sat there clutching his head as he tried to remember what happened. Then it hit him.


My people are breaking apart. Bit-by-bit. Piece-by-piece. Ever so slowly. The Democrats and the Republicans fighting each other. The clash of ideas and beliefs. The conflicts were so immense that it took a toll on America. The fighting was slowly tearing America apart until, he broke and became the current state that he is in now. America broke into three pieces, and would continue to break some more if nothing changed. So far the three were, Democrats, Republicans, and the Bi-partisans. Next it would be the different faiths and beliefs if he didn't stop it soon.


"STOP!" screeched Little America trying to stop the feud.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" the yelled in unison.

"I-I j-j-just wa-want you-you to…bwaha…" stumbled Little America as he tried to hold back the tears, ultimately failing to do so.

They both realized what they had done and tried to calm him down, but every thing they did just made things worse. There was little they could do to help Little America. Eventually, he calmed down enough, to talk normally.

"So who are you?" he sniffled.

"Me? Well let's see. I am the Republican side of America. Since we all have the same name it would get confusing to call each other America. So…I guess you can call me Rick or Ricky if you want." said the first.

"As for me, well I am the Democratic side. Not much else to say about me. If we are making up names, then I would be a Dave or David. As for you little guy?" said the second.

"Then that mean that I am the Bi-partisan part. I would like to keep my name as Alfred, is that okay with you two?" said Little America.

"Sure" both said.


Then there was a 'knock-knock' on the door. The all looked at each other, then at them-selves, and finally at their surroundings. Which consisted of no more then a bloody bathroom, a tub of tepid water, and the previous hot-humid atmosphere replaced with a cold chill in the air. They all had one thought in common. 'Oh, fuck'.


A/N: Yea, I split them up in to political groups. Thought it be easier then doing religions. Ether way it is some messy business I got my self into, but then again life is like that isn't. There will always be some one that disagrees with one's point of view. Oh, and feel free to choose which two of the names should I give them. I am a very indecisive person, so that would help, If not I will just have to decide on my own. Also if you want to give any names that start with a D or R please feel free to do so. I already choose sorry. Thanks for your time. Read and review please.