Depersonification
Chapter 10: A Nation Divided
Major Tony sassiness in this chapter guys! A little comic relief before the states make a mess of everything. I noticed more people from the UK started reading this, SHOUT OUT TO YOU! I'M PLANNING TO STUDY ABROAD THERE IN 2019!
Warning: To my Americans, a lot of the states are going to be portrayed in this chapter and they might piss you off. Heck, I got pissed off while I was writing it xD Just a heads up!
"We lost connection to them!" Japan exclaimed as he clicked on a bunch of buttons.
The nations were all at Canada's house. Mexico had to head back to her country to keep an eye on the border while China and Russia went to Europe to update the European nations.
"I heard Osthall before it was cut! He must have caught them!" France exclaimed.
England cursed loudly and grabbed at his head, "Now what do we do?"
"Guys… look outside…" Canada muttered as the nations all piled at the window.
Alaska had obtained a force field, the dark energy proudly beaming around the whole state, which clearly meant that Osthall had indeed found the two states, and had fixed his mistake.
England cursed again, slamming his fist on the table. "This is all my fault!"
"This is no time for self pity Britain, we need to come up with a plan and fast!" Japan exclaimed as France paced around the room.
"Canada…" France muttered as he pointed at the Canadian nation. "Yes… Canada, that could work!"
"Huh?"
"Canada! Or should I say… The United States of America," France stated as he motioned towards Canada's face. "Matthew looks like Alfred, can't we somehow use that to our advantage?"
Japan's face lit up, "Yes! Osthall has never seen Canada-san, that could work! But what can we do?"
"Bollocks if only I had that spell book!" England muttered. "I could have turned Canada into an American citizen…"
Canada widened his eyes, "WAIT!"
The nations all turned to him as Canada sprinted to his attic, he then quickly ran back down holding a piece of paper and kissing it.
"Yes! Bless Alfred and his stupid ideas yes!"
"What is with you?"
"Back during The Cold War, America had this crazy idea to prank Russia by making him think there were two Americas. Russia was going to visit the White House and we were going to do this whole optical illusion prank kind of thing. But because of America's strict security system back then, I wasn't allowed in the White House unless I was either a citizen or I had my boss with me. So America literally made me become a dual citizen of the US and Canada. I totally forgot until now though."
"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU WERE AN AMERICAN CITIZEN THIS WHOLE TIME!?" England exclaimed, causing Canada to sheepishly scratch the back of his head.
"I'm sorry! I forgot!"
"We must waste no time then, Canada, it's time for a makeover!" France exclaimed.
Osthall came back into the house and quickly headed for the kitchen, washing the blood off of his hands, enjoying the red liquid going down America's faucet. Soon, it'll be America's blood who he washes off his hands, once he's done with him.
"Sheesh I knew you were a psychopath but I didn't think you would savor the blood of your victims, what's next? You lick it off your fingers?"
Osthall turned towards Tony, who was standing by the doorway with his arms crossed.
"For your information, this is my own blood. I pricked my fingers when I was out on the courtyard. I simply find the situation quite amusing."
"Wow! He's a masochist too! Someone give this guy a medal! He's giving Jason and Freddy Krueger a run for their money," Tony sarcastically cheered as he opened the fridge and pulled out a soda.
"I don't like your sarcasm," Osthall warned as his eyes narrowed. "I'm not someone you should be messing with."
"I'm not either stupid, news flash, I'm an alien from another planet," Tony snapped as he motioned towards him with his soda. "I can and will abduct you if I deem it necessary."
"How frightening," Osthall sarcastically mocked as he rolled his eyes. "Back off ET, I'll have you know that I've mastered the dark arts. I can and will curse you if I deem it necessary."
Tony narrowed his eyes, closing the fridge with a shove, "You're up to something. You're not as good as Alfred says you are huh? That idiot. I keep telling him to stop being so gullible. That's something I really hate about this nation, everyone is way too naive. If The United States of America were to one day fall, it'd be because of the citizen's idiocy and inclination to believe everything told to them. I'm onto you!"
Osthall blinked, "You're smart. Too smart. We can't have that now can we?"
Tony was on the verge of biting back a response but was stopped as Osthall grabbed him, tied him up, and threw him into the storage closet.
"You're going to stay here until I find out what I should do with you."
Tony spit in Osthall's face, "Let me go you son of a…"
"Silenso," Osthall chanted as Tony's mouth was shut.
Osthall shut the door just as America stepped into the room.
"Man I'm starving," he stated as he stretched his muscles. "Oh you're back? How was your trip?"
"It was very refreshing," Osthall smiled as America nodded.
"I thought I heard Tony, have you seen him?" America asked.
"I think he stepped out," Osthall stated.
"Oh really? That's weird, he never goes out," America muttered with a shrug as he began invading his cabinets. "You hungry?"
Osthall frowned, "No thanks."
"You sure?" America asked as he looked back towards him. "I just realized you haven't eaten at all since you've arrived."
Osthall winced, "I… can't eat…"
America stopped in his tracks and raised an eyebrow, "What? Why?"
"You don't want to know."
"Yes, I do. Come on I can take it, heroes can take anything."
Osthall sighed, "When I sold my soul to Satan, I had to give up my sense of taste and digestion. My organs were removed, I can no longer eat."
America froze as he held onto a box of cereal, "You… can't eat? That… That's horrible! Don't you get hungry?"
Osthall shrugged, "I've learned to grow numb to hunger."
"Man… now I feel like an ass…" America worriedly stated as Osthall waved his hand in dismissal.
"Don't. It was a foolish mistake on my part to sell myself in the first place, I'm the only one to blame."
America frowned, "Woah… I can't live without food. Mad respect man."
Osthall rolled his eyes, "Quit being such a emotional wreck and just eat already, I'm going to check out what's on your… um… what's that thing called? The black screen thing?"
"The television, TV for short," America answered.
"Yeah that," Osthall stated as he waved his hand and went to the living room.
"Thank you all for joining us on such short notice," New York stated as all the states settled in Nebraska's main hall. "Is everyone here Virginia?"
"Um I counted 48…"
"Has anyone seen Alaska and Hawaii?" Oregon asked.
As if on cue, the two states walked into the room. Hawaii's eyes were still bloodshot from tears as Alaska fought the urge to punch someone in the face. The wound was practically gone by now, but he could still feel the tingling pain of the cold knife that slit him.
"Are you guys okay?" New York asked as he approached them.
"I have allergies," Hawaii answered with a smile. "No biggie."
New York narrowed his eyes suspiciously and was about to speak until he was interrupted.
"WELL! Are you going to start or did I come here for nothing?" Nebraska asked.
"Dude you literally live here," Washington pointed out.
"I was sleeping!" Nebraska whined.
"Nebraska, I relate to you one hundred percent right now," Montana agreed.
"You guys are wussies," Nevada scoffed. "I can go a whole night without sleeping, late night casino life baby!"
Illinois scoffed, "You aren't that cool Nevada. Las Vegas is literally the only city anyone bothers to visit in your state. Everything else is nothing but one hundred degree desert."
"Says the one who's only popular because of Chicago, don't come at me with that!"
Alabama rolled his eyes and glanced at California in amusement. He was surprised the girl wasn't saying anything. She'd usually either be arguing with New York about something or giggling about something stupid with Oregon and Washington. Alabama hated to admit it but he was rather worried about her, she WAS his sister after all, even if she was a damn libtard.
"ALRIGHT EVERYBODY SHUT UP!" Massachusetts yelled as the original thirteen colonies sat in a row in front of everyone. The thirteen colonies, being the oldest, automatically claimed superiority when it came to state meetings. They became the facilitators, the ones who commenced and adjourned the meetings.
Georgia, North, and South Carolina were now well informed of the situation, and sat on their seats.
"Alright everyone, as the oldest, I call this meeting to order…" Virginia started as Delaware raised his hand.
"What now?"
"I thought I was the oldest state, I mean I was added to the Union first you know."
"I'm sorry but is Jamestown, Virginia in your state? No, I didn't think so," Virginia retorted as Delaware pouted.
"Just get on with it I got places to be!" Oregon scolded.
"Oh like going to Voodoo Doughnut's?" Idaho teased as Oregon shoved him with his foot.
"DON'T DISRESPECT VOODOO DOUGHNUTS LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN! But yes, that's exactly where I'm going."
"Order!" Virginia scolded. "We're just going to cut to the chase, New York, the stand is yours."
"I want Alaska and Hawaii to come up with me because they know the story better than I do."
Alaska winced as he looked down at his arm, realizing that the words TICK TOCK were engraved onto his skin. The words quickly faded as he looked towards Hawaii, who also seemed to be dealing with the same thing. The two nervously stepped up and the three of them informed the states of the situation. All the states held on to their every word, nobody dared to speak.
California was especially interested, a sense of familiarity coming over her, but she didn't seem to grasp why.
"Shoot! What do we do?" Utah exclaimed. "Osthall can literally be with Dad right now!"
"We have to warn him!" Arizona added.
"Alaska and Hawaii already did that, right?" New York asked as the younger states widened their eyes nervously. If they were to tell the states that they hadn't informed Alfred of the situation, they were all going to grow suspicious.
"Of course we did," Alaska answered. "Dad hasn't seen him though, so we still have time."
"Oh that's a relief," Indiana sighed.
Alaska winced, he hated lying, he felt like such a traitor.
"Why is Dad at risk of depersonification though?" Wyoming asked. "I don't get it."
Hawaii squeezed Alaska's hand, apologizing for what she was about to do.
"Because of Donald Trump and all the division he's causing in this country. All this hostility is messing with Dad's head," Hawaii snapped.
Alaska, realizing what Hawaii was doing, squeezed her hand in return and let go of her, "PSH! Yeah right, you libtards are the ones making a fuss about everything. THOSE EMOTIONS are what's messing with Dad's head!"
The democratic states' eyes darkened as they glared at Alaska.
"You did NOT just call her a libtard Alaska," Oregon warned. "Please tell me you did not just call her a libtard."
"Not cool Alaska!" New York added.
Alabama stood up and walked toward Alaska, "Leave the kid alone! He's right, you liberals complain about everything. Maybe if y'all were more accepting of our President, then maybe Dad wouldn't be dealing with this."
Connecticut stood up, "First of all, he's not my President! Second of all, how can we be accepting of someone who took away the opportunity for Dreamers to get an education!"
"Or someone who threatened North Korea! What the hell? IS HE TRYING TO GET US KILLED!?" Illinois added.
"Don't even get me started on the Paris Agreement! Climate change is real, it's been scientifically proven, why is it so hard to believe?" Minnesota added, receiving agreeable nods.
"Demonizing the media has got to be the worst thing he's done. Don't you see how scary that is? How much he can manipulate our people if the media loses credibility?" New York argued.
"The fact that you support someone who enjoys grabbing women by the pussy says a lot about your character," Washington added in a monotone voice.
"Tell that to Bill Clinton!" North Dakota argued. "Where were you when he was doing the same thing to Monica Lewinsky WHILE he was in office. Trump said that before he became President."
"Exactly!" South Dakota added. "Many Presidents have been through those kinds of scandals! That doesn't say anything about their ability to lead!"
"Trump's ratings are the lowest that they've ever been for any President," Maine argued. "He only cares about himself and the upper class. Small loans of a million dollars? This guy knows nothing about what it feels to be in poverty!"
Hawaii and Alaska winced and Hawaii resisted the urge to cry. Osthall had gotten what he wanted. But why? Why did Osthall want the states to argue? The thought was terrifying.
"I'm just saying that the fact that practically all the original thirteen colonies don't like Trump or are liberal says a lot in itself," Delaware argued as he chewed on his potato chips.
"Excuse you! I'm conservative!" South Carolina argued as he stood up.
"Yeah but you started the Civil War so you don't count," New Jersey pointed out.
"Yeah you didn't even want to be part of this nation," Massachusetts added. "So the fact that the majority of us thirteen swing left automatically makes liberals the good guys."
"Correction, some of us are swing states," Pennsylvania informed, receiving a glare from Massachusetts.
Alabama fumed, "See that's exactly our problem with you damn libtards! Just because we don't think like y'all doesn't mean our opinion doesn't matter!"
"That's because your opinion is outdated," California announced sharply, the first thing she had said all night.
The other states were stunned to hear her speak so seriously, she was usually an optimistic person. The room was silent, California glared at Alabama and Alabama glared at her back.
Osthall smirked evilly as he flipped through the channels, he could hear the states discussing through a hearing device he implanted on Hawaii and Alaska. Things were about to get ugly.
He turned towards America and noticed him rubbing the bridge of his nose through his glasses.
"You okay Alfred?"
America looked up, his eyes looking a little dazed, "Yeah… I just… feel a little dizzy."
"Maybe you should sit down," Osthall stated as he led America towards the table. "This headache might take awhile to go away."
Alabama and California continued to stare each other down. The states knew what was at stake. California represented the far left and Alabama the far right. Liberal versus Conservative. Left vs Right. Democrat versus Republican.
"What do you mean my opinion is outdated?" Alabama menacingly questioned.
"Take a look at our youth," California answered, as she crossed her arms and her legs, completely unphased by Alabama's tone of voice. "The majority of them don't think the way that you do Alabama. They are the future of our nation, it's time to start adjusting our laws to benefit them."
"You want to talk youth?" Alabama asked. "Fine. Let's talk 'youth.' The youth that hit Donald Trump piñatas for fun, the youth that implement riots for the silliest reasons, the youth that wrote words such as 'Screw off' to the FCC to protect Net Neutrality, something they probably aren't even well informed of. The youth that believes everything they read on the internet. The youth that doesn't pay taxes or know a single thing about the economy. Yes, let's adjust our laws to fit the youth, our nation couldn't become any more amatuer."
California laughed bitterly, "Amatuer? Our youth is smarter than you think Alabama, smarter than some adults who live in your state. You want to know what's amatuer? Dressing in white rags and burning crosses for fun while screaming 'white power,' THAT'S amatuer! Not to mention that ADULTS are the ones who do it."
"Shut up," Alabama threatened. "You're always playing the victim! Always trying to make us feel guilty for our choices and our beliefs. Well I've had it! This is a trick, you're using that phony compassion to turn this country socialist!"
"And YOU are only saying that because you and the far right want to destroy the democratic party for good! That's why Trump has been revoking everything Obama has done, you are trying to pull us back! We were moving forwards and now we're moving backwards! Is that what Trump meant to do when he made his slogan Make America Great Again? We're stuck in a hole and you're making it hard for us to come out!"
"You're twisting things around! Making us look bad, it's hopeless, you LIBTARDS will never learn to listen to us!"
"STOP CALLING US THAT!" California snapped as she jumped on Alabama, causing the two of them to land on the table.
The other states stood in alarm as Alabama kicked California off of him.
"Hey!" New York screamed as he grabbed Alabama. "Didn't Dad ever tell you to never hit a girl? Pick on someone your own size!"
"Gladly!" Alabama yelled as he punched New York in the jaw, causing him to fall back.
This ignited a war between the states, everyone screaming, slapping, and punching one another.
Hawaii and Alaska stared in horror, a fight like this hasn't broke out since the Civil War.
"What have we done?" Hawaii whispered.
America SCREAMED as he held onto his head, he hyperventilated, breathing in and out quickly.
Osthall leaned on the wall and watched him in amusement. "What are you feeling?"
"I FEEL LIKE MY BRAIN IS ABOUT TO SPLIT IN HALF! IT HURTS LIKE HELL! I HAVEN'T FELT LIKE THIS SINCE THE CIVIL WA-AHHHHHHH! CALL A DOCTOR!"
"A doctor won't be able to help you America," Osthall scolded. "You know what to do."
America weakly turned towards Osthall, "I… don't…"
"Consume, don't refuse."
"NO!" America yelled as he winced, another pang hitting him in the head.
Osthall growled as he grabbed America by his hair and yanked him so that they can be facing each other, "STOP BEING SO DAMN DIFFICULT! I AM TRYING TO HELP YOU AND YOU'RE MAKING THIS HARDER THAN IT SHOULD BE! JUST DO IT!"
"I… DON'T KNOW… HOW!" America yelled, fear and vulnerability evident in his eyes.
"Breathe and accept that your country is divided and it's not going to get better. It will ALWAYS be divided, no matter what you do! Do it, and I PROMISE the anger of your people won't phase you anymore. You'll learn to grow numb to it," Osthall yelled as he let go of his hair and pushed him back.
America glanced at Osthall hesitantly, looked back straight ahead and took slow deep breaths.
"Consume, don't refuse," America chanted as he closed his eyes. "Consume, don't refuse. Consume, don't refuse."
"Repeat after me America. Your country is divided."
"My country is divided."
"The liberals and the conservatives will always hate each other."
"The liberals and the conservatives will always hate each other."
"There's no way out for you."
"There's no way out for me."
"All you can do now is learn to embrace the pain."
"All I can do now is learn to embrace the pain," America repeated as he opened his eyes.
His dull, colorless eyes.
Phase 1, was complete.
The states pissed me off in this chapter and I'm the writer xD
Well ladies and gents, there you have it. This was the last chapter in which the states played a major role, expect a bit of Donald Trump in the next few chapters. Remember that spoiler I warned you about? That chizz is coming.
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