Second Chapter!~ Now contains insane!America, for all of you readers out there! I don't own hetalia, or the song.

Enjoy~

'Do just what I tell you,

And no one will get hurt…

Don't come any closer,

'Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two.'

I think I've reached my breaking point. Everyone has actually stopped listening to me. I hate it, I hate it! It wasn't as bad when Ivan called yesterday, but now it was after the meeting today, and everyone had ignored me when I got up to say my suggestions. They just talked among themselves…I think the only one that actually paid attention to me was Russia.

Maybe he wasn't so bad after all…

Enough thinking! I got up from the bench I was sitting on. It was coincidently in a park where there were only a few people, though I could still see the busy streets, and the people on those streets could still see us.

I fingered the gun in my jacket. Maybe if I went and took some hostages, then people would listen to me? I wouldn't know till I tried… I looked around. The closest person to me was a young man, maybe in his late teens. He was smoking while just standing there. I moved quickly.

In an instant, I was behind the boy, my left arm around his neck, while my other held the gun to his head. Naturally, he screamed. Loudly.

I grinned as the people came rushing towards the scream. I almost laughed when one of them asked me to put down my gun, and she wouldn't call the cops. In the mix of people I could see the other nations. England being the first to come rushing forward. I pointed my gun at him.

"Don't come near me or I'll shoot!" He froze, and I laughed out loud this time. It was so funny to see the fear flicker in everyone's eyes.

'If you think that it's so damn easy

Then what do you need me for?

Just look at the state of you, babe.

Snap out of it,

You're not listening to this'

Russia was the only one to step forward as I was pointing the gun at them. Of course, I could hear people talking hurriedly on their phones, probably to the cops. Ha! They couldn't do anything to me!

While I was standing there with the gun to that boy's head, I was remembering all the times they said things would be better without me, and how some things were solely my fault, when there were always several other countries who were at fault as well.

As Russia took another step forward, I shot at him. He was one of the ones that said those things! They should just go away. Leave me alone, and never talk about me like that ever again! "I said don't move!"

My crazed eyes landed on the blood that was now spreading over his right shoulder. My grin started to fade. What was I doing anyway? Shooting at people…my own kind too…

I dropped the gun. What had possessed me to do that? The kid ran towards the group of people, while I just sat on the ground. Who was I kidding. I didn't want to be sent to an asylum…I just wanted to be listened to for once. But here I am, shooting at Russia, who had only yesterday offered to have a friendship that I might've been able to rely on. They probably hated me more now…

'And just for once could you

Let me finish a sentence…?'

"I'm…I'm-"

"Bloody hell, America! What the hell did you do that shit for! You could have killed someone, and you shot Russia!"

"B-but…I just-"

"What do you think your boss will say? He will be disappointed, oui?"

"I didn't mea-"

"I'm still bleeding, da?" I sat silent this time. Russia said that like it was nothing, but I had just shot him. I slumped down onto the cement more, feeling the tears run down my face as I stared at the pavement.

While I was sitting there, I didn't notice one or the other nations come up behind me, and it took me by surprise as I felt a sharp pain on the back of my head, before everything went black.