A/N: Privet Kukly!
Disclaimer:Как вы думаете, я бы его владельцем! Черт, нет! я не являюсь владельцем этого! Hetalia~!
[Narrator]
Welcome back...i see you like this story. Lets hope you will enjoy it more~
We now move into a bloody and beaten America.
Six months. Six long agonizingly painful months have passed, yet not a clue whether or not the Nations care.
In six months...a world can be altered. A mind can be changed. A hero...reverting into an old long lost shell.
This shell was once America's or should I say Amelia's old self. Before her land was founded and taken control over.
In those six months...America's and Amelia's old self is back, and It seems...she doesn't want to go back to her last self.
Do you wonder why is that?
Well i'll tell you...
[Reg. p.o.v - 3rd 6th months]
America lay on the cold cement floor with the remaining member of the team. During her six month stay at this run down hotel the Iraqis already killed one of her men for info.
Of course she too went to interrogation, she never told them anything. Even if she could she wouldn't. So instead of spilling out info like a good captive...she got beaten.
This is why she lay on the cement floor. Everywhere ached. Bruises and cuts decorated her skin.
Every move she would make would send her mind into a world of intense pain.
Also during the six month stay America slowly reverted back to her old self. The self where she was quiet, even though she couldn't speak, calm, loved to think, daydream, be invisible, forget that there was a world, and feel nothing.
America was doing two of those things right now as she lay on her bruised back.
Thoughts, problems, scenarios, puzzles ran in a train along her mind. Her eyes stayed blank. Staring at the seemingly interesting ceiling.
Her mind came to a halt when she noticed that a year 'n a half had passed by.
'A year n a half...i wonder if they are even notice that I'm gone. If they do...then are they searching for me? Remembering the good 'ol days...' she continued to stare at the ceiling.
Her mind started to bring up memories. Happy ones. Where not so many nations and people hated her.
Eventually the happy memories became to hard to bear with, she broke down and cried. Going on her side, she curled in on herself.
'No more...i don't want to be America no more...no more...then everyone will be happy. No more America. The world will seem more at peace if I wasn't America. Maybe then...everyone will be happy...even Russia...'
At the mention of Russia, her heart clenched.
'Russia...do you miss me? Are you remembering the good days...? Do you even care that I'm gone...or did you ever care for me?'
She shook her head, getting ride of the thoughts. They seemed to go away only to come back. She closed her eyes tight.
'Does everyone...hate...me?'
'Why, America, of course everyone hates you. Have you not noticed yourself? Your loud, brash, idiotic, and annoying self! Everyone hates it...you should have just stayed your original self. If you did, maybe none of this would've happened. Right, America~' lectured a voice that sounded like her, but at the same time not.
What the voice said was true. If she had never changed. None of the problems she had would exist. Then she could have kept a low profile like Canada.
'...like Matthew...Yes! I will become my old self! The self that was passed to Matthew! Then...everyone would be happy. To not see the hated country, anymore.'
She nodded to herself. Starting when she gets out, she will have Canada's personality.
[UN Meeting - China]
"Has anyone seen America?" asked England.
The nations shook there heads.
"Why, England? The last few meeting you seemed perfectly fine without the annoying brat here? Why are you so concerned now?" questioned Cuba.
"Well, it seems that the same day America didn't come was also the same time the U.S lost a team. They placed the team of ten under MIA. Also it has already been six months...and that's also how long the U.S Military team have been missing." he responded.
"You think Америка is one of those ten men, da?" asked Russia, raising an eyebrow.
England nodded.
"Why would she go to war! She to much of an idiot to do anything. She cant even tie her own shoe! She's probably already bleeding somewhere in Iraq, Aru!" yelled an irritated China.
England again nodded, 'Well that is true...but still...i can't help but feel that she was one of those men'
"Where else could she be?" stated France. The sound of France's voice brought him out of his thoughts.
All eyes turned to Russia.
Russia seemed to notice this.
" Что?" he looked confused.
"Did you take America!" yelled England, 'Yes! Of course! They are enemies! He has to have her!' now ignoring all thought of America being one of the ten men named MIA.
Raising a brow, "You think I abducted America, da?" he gasped, sounding shocked.
The nations nodded.
"Well..."
They leaned in close.
"I didn't, da?" he admitted
"Liar!" the nations screamed.
"I am most certainly not a 'liar' as you put it. It is true I did not take America. Do you think I would be able to tolerate her voice and her rantings about awesome. Did you forget we had a Cold War, da?" he added.
England paused and looked uncertain, '...then if he doesn't have her then...she must be one of the men MIA...'
Germany on the other hand just wanted to get back to the meeting, not really caring about the obnoxious American.
"Alright, Play time is over! Lets get back to the meeting at hand!" instructed Germany.
The nations went back to their respected chairs, with England still thinking.
[Narrator]
Isn't it weird how in only six months of not speaking to anyone, due to not being actually able to speak, a person can think of things they never would think.
Weird ain't it!
Ha!
Wonder how long it will take them to start looking for America? Or even accept the fact that she is one of the ten missing men.
Poor America, hope ya' make it out with ya' sanity still intact!
