Sariyah: I'm so glad to know you like the story, and that I was able to write something you were looking for. I agree, everything that happens in America is a little nervewracking for a regular citizen, and I wanted to explore how America would feel dealing with this.

There weren't any real solutions for American gun crime. Correction— there were a lot of solutions for American gun crime. All of the solutions were either ignored or fell through.

So, America's first solution: He had to walk around.

That was literally all he had to do. He was instructed to just walk around a highschool, looking for 'red flags.'

It was a rather awkward solution, to be quite honest. He was pretty good at walking around; after all, he had been doing so for a long time.

He was supposed to interact with his citizens, but he didn't know anybody. It became unsatisfying to try and start a conversation with people who were constantly on their phones.

There was one more problem with such a ridiculous solution, though: his appearance.

America was not a high-school aged teenager. He spoke like one, sure, but— but he was older than that. He had seen more than them. He had been through a lot.

Biologically, he was a bit older than them— nobody questioned him on it, so he supposed that was fine.

There was one good thing about how he looked: He could pass to be someone older or younger than him.

That was only useful sometimes, and after the first day such a quality was absolutely useless. America found himself wishing he looked just a bit younger.

Nothing really happened.

There was one kid that was incredibly 'patriotic'. He didn't recite the constitution or anything (actually, America could do that, he just didn't), but he was always talking about politics. That was normal for generally annoying people, America thought, but it was worse than that.

The kid seemed to have a natural pull to America, and soon he followed America around. America didn't really have anything to say to him. The kid seemed to love every state except for the one they were in, saying things like, "This state sucks; I would rather live anywhere else— even Hawaii." America didn't understand what was wrong with the state he was in or Hawaii. Whenever the kid said this, he would just shrug.

And, even then, his 'patriotism' was even more intense than that. He was constantly spewing about the constitution and occurrences, but he was wrong about what was unconstitutional most of the time.

He was friendly enough towards the other kids, but he made America feel rather uncomfortable. That was just him, of course.

America was supposed to report any instances or children that worried him. He reported a few instances of bullying and kids who seemed to be having a hard time— whether that was with school or at home, he just wanted to help everybody— but nothing about shootings.

America saw this one PSA about the 'signs of a school shooting' where some kid was looking through gun magazines and crap, and sticking to himself, but nobody noticed because everybody was wrapped up in their own lives. But then again, what even were the signs that a school shooter would show, besides bringing a gun to school? What was he supposed to look for?

America hadn't really thought about it that much before he went to the school, but it was hard to look for 'signs'. He didn't want to alienate anyone, and it was hard to talk to students because they didn't seem to like him very much. He didn't quite understand that either; weren't his citizens supposed to like him?

It probably didn't help that he had joined in the middle of the school year. Everybody had formed their own groups. Those that weren't in groups were fine alone.

Apparently there were a lot of signs in social media. America didn't like the idea of looking through their social media; they didn't like him, he didn't know them, and he felt like a stalker. So he didn't.

He went everyday for about a month, and he hated almost every second of it. Mostly, though, he hated how he had reported a few instances of bullying and nothing had been done about it. It wasn't something little, either— the instances included people getting beaten and harassed for things that were essentially meaningless.

At the end of the month, he told the one 'patriotic' kid that his family was moving again. He'd managed to say little, but he supposed that he needed a reason.

(I don't know how to do transitions, so here you go. I'm sorry.)

"So, how did it go?" The President asked.

"Not well. I don't even really understand what I'm supposed to look for."

"Anything else?"

America snorted. "Teenagers."

The President chuckled, though America supposed the situation they were dealing with wasn't quite hilarious. "Well, I suppose the solution wasn't going to work out too well anyway— it was just one high school that you were sent to," the President admitted. "Perhaps we could think of something else?"

America left, thinking that perhaps the President had sent him to the high school for the sake of getting him to go away.

A lot of his Presidents had been like that, actually— never really caring about him, always more focused on pushing their agendas. He had thought this President would be different, but really, wasn't it the same? What was it the President had said— I suppose the solution wasn't going to work out too well anyway? It had seemed like a decent idea at the time, though it was clear enough why it hadn't worked— but had the President realized it wasn't going to work and just sent America on his way to satisfy him?

Why hadn't America realized that it wasn't going to work? He remembered being so happy to finally be doing something, because something was better than nothing.

The President, no matter who it was, always seemed to find him a bit of a nuisance. They gave him minuscule jobs that didn't really matter in the long run, but made it seem important. America always believed it was important until he was finished with the job.

America had always hated how he was treated like a child— like how he was told to colour a mountain one time, and another time was told that he hadn't really seen anything when it had clearly been a UFO— but now he saw that it worked. He was treated like a child because it worked. It got him to shut up for once, to stop pestering.

Still, the President had proposed another solution. America thought that he might as well try it.

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