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Nurse America

Girly America

Anorexic America

Nation of America?

Old America?

Young America?

Hitman America?

Assassin America?

Hacker America?

Princess America?

Doctor America?

Marine America?

Detective America?

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Work of America

This was like an unknown secret, if that was a real thing. It wasn't really a secret, but it wasn't known. No one thought about America overworking. But if you thought about it, it made sense. He was a superpowered nation. There was a lot of work for nations, more for superpowered nations. America was also probably the strongest nation and that title came with a lot of work. Actually, a lot of Americans overworked. They were a very quick and busy nation. America had one of the worst traffic which wasn't a good mix. America attempted to be happy all the time because he didn't want to be an old man like England, but that was so hard to do! There was so much paperwork and his co-workers were sometimes just jerks. It took nearly all his energy to keep up a peppy act and when he wasn't around the nations, he just collapsed. His expression just falls and his positive posture slumps down. It's like a multiple personalities.

America started hiding his glum expressions after the first nation meeting had started. Everyone was talking and then Germany silenced them. (Like usual, but they didn't know that yet.) They all grumbled and complained. Germany, the strict nation he is, took charge of the meeting. The meeting was just… dull. America had no problem with it because it gave him more time, but all the nations started complaining. He pretended to complain too.

When the second meeting came, pranks and clubs started forming. America was getting irritated because now, he couldn't do his work, but he didn't complain like England. He didn't want all his work to be drawn on and ruined. So America kept his façade up and he glumly did his work at home. It was a sad, tiring life. America wasn't even have time to play games! Germany would just take them away. He didn't have the time to do it at home. There was so much work! This was just miserable. It was the worst after a general election and right before one. There was campaigning, T.V ads and then teaching the president about nations.

There were a thousand of other responsibilities and work. Even worst, right after the election, the world meeting was coming up. He attempted to do all the work before the meeting, which completely failed. They just returned the work with a sticky note that said: Try again… or did it say: Do it again? America wasn't sure, his mind kept drifting off. It was fortunate that he couldn't get sick. Otherwise he would have missed the meeting due to sickness or a sleeping coma. By the time the meeting came, be was barely conscious.

It was just the day after the election. He was dead tired, just like a zombie. America stumbled into the meeting room with a small, tired smile. No one really seemed to pay attention to him for the first time. He wasn't as loud as usual. America slowly stumbled to his seat, wincing as he sat down. Everyone piled into the room. Germany, as usual, took charge of the meeting. America just kept dozing off. He wasn't awake enough. The nation forgot his policy because of that. He had brought his work along to the meeting! America was dully doing it while England was taking along about tea. Then it was China's turn, he immediately focused his attention on America, who was asleep.

"America! When are you going to pay the debt?" China shouted, startling America awake. All his papers flew in the air, covering the nations.

"America!" The nations complained.

England picked up one of the papers that had fallen onto his head.

"Honestly, you should stop… wait, this is work?"

America didn't answer due to sleeping on the floor.

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