"They were right, he is waking up!"

"That took a while."

"Do you think he'll be less erratic now?"

America opened his eyes to see Canada, Mexico, and Britain in front of his awfully-hard-and- kind-of-uncomfortable bed, wearing masks and standing six feet apart. Glancing around, he recognized the dull colors and fancy machines. A hospital. The heart monitor went crazy as America sat straight up in horror and started screaming. "No! I'm in enough debt!"

"Don't worry, you're in Canada's hospital," Britain said

That only made America look more terrified, making the heart monitor faster and him shrieking louder.

Mexico looked at Britain. "You didn't think that through, amigo, did you?"

"Yeah, I should have known better…"

Canada, wearing scrubs and a stethoscope, grabbed a six-foot-long stick from the closet and used it to pass his neighbor a cheeseburger. America's short attention span was immediately drawn to it, calming him down instantly.

Canada smiled. "Works every time~"

"Sooo," America said between bites, "Why am I in a hospital anyway?"

"You were found at a movie theater, covered in blood and surrounded with empty guns. Canada brought you here and you were in a coma ever since," Britain explained.

"How'd you find me?" America asked

Canada lifted a phone. "You never turned off your twitter location, so Russia used it to find you."

"A Russian spy on twitter. I knew it. But a coma… Ah man, how long was I out?" America asked.

"Long enough for phase 1 of reopening the world," Canada said.

Mexico smiled. "Aw yes, it was a decent time"

America sighed. "A month, huh? So it's still 2020? And only February too. That sucks. Thank God I killed COVID, so at least that whole thing is over with."

The three non-hospitalized countries looked at each other. "Do you think his brain's okay? That is a long time to be in a coma," Mexico said.

"He's probably just a little more delusional than usual because of the medicine," Britain suggested.

"To be fair," Canada added, "a lot of countries have been opening back up since last month. Not all of the blood was his, so maybe he did kill COVID." The other two countries stared at him. Canada smiled slightly and shrugged. "Just a theory."

"I mean… There was a lot of RNA…" Britain mumbled

America naturally wasn't paying attention. "So what'd I miss? What'd I miss? Virginia, my sweet home, I wanna give you a kiss," he sang.

"Well," Britain said, "since I know you don't care about the rest of the world, your media is talking about your police brutality again."

"Police brutality? How brutal?" America asked.

Mexico put a video on the hospital's TV. "That brutal," he said, pointing to it.

America watched the video with much more interest than any of them thought he would have. To them, this kinda thing was common for America. As the video played, he unhooked himself from all of the hospital's machines and started walking closer. He put his hand on the screen as the video finished. "Where is the justice when the guilty all go free? Why don't we lock them up and throw away the key?" he sang.

"Why is he singing?" Britain asked nobody in particular.

"America, maybe you should get back to your bed. Quarantines are just starting to ease up and you've only been awake for a little while. You should take it easy for a bit," Canada said

America scoffed."As this injustice spreads!" He started singing again. "There's a hole in the world like a great black pit and the vermin of the world inhabit it and its morals aren't worth what a pig can spit!"

"He's finally lost it." Britain sighed. "It feels like just yesterday he was one of the most feared and powerful of countries, even gaining his independence from me, but now… who even knows what's happening any more…"

America seemed to get an idea. "On his funeral day they will honor his name," he sang. "With the light of rebellion ablaze in their eyes, with their candles of grief we will kindle our flame, on the tomb of the victim shall our barricade rise! The time is here! Let us welcome it gladly with courage and cheer!" America grabbed his rifle and phone and started scraping off the month old blood. "And I have a plan," he said. "A dream team. They have experience!" He ran out, dialing somebody.

"Wait!" Britain called out as he followed.

Canada and Mexico exchanged glances. Mexico smirked. "This should be fun."

"Come on, if he does anything too crazy we'll have to deal with it." They followed too.


America stood tall on top of a barricade made from random broken furniture. In front of him were France, Russia, Haiti, Ireland, Greece, Cuba, Philippines, and Hong Kong.

"This seems awfully Déjà Vu, no?" France questioned.

"Good, that's the point!" America said. "I have gathered you here because this is going to be a revolution! Or a civil war, I can't decide yet. That's why I got you eight. You're experts in revolutions and/or civil wars! I would have gotten Spain too, but he's fighting Indians, and not the native kind, so just giving them diseases won't work."

"Oh, I see," France muttered. "I just have four or five revolutions in less than 100 years and get known as that forever, huh?"

The Philippines shook her head. "My revolution was against you! And I lost! Why am I here?"

"Who are you again?" America asked.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm leaving!" And that she did.

"Same here," Haiti said and left as well

Ireland followed them. "Nothing against you, I just don't want to be involved."

Greece shrugged and joined Ireland in leaving.

Hong Kong smiled at America. "I'll stick with you no matter what Mr. America!"

"I've got nothing better to do," Cuba said. "But what's your plan here? You can't protest, having a big group like that can't possibly fall into social distancing."

"I can do what I want!" America yelled at him. "I have a first amendment!" he cocked a gun. "And a second! And I don't even know what the third one is! But if any press comes by, I'm gonna shoot them. Only half of the first amendment is worth following."

Russia laughed. "Classic America…"

America started rapping "God, I wish there was a war. Then I could prove that I'm worth more than anyone bargained for." His rap changed a little. "F*** the police! Shots fired from the underground!" he switched genres "And there's a fine, fine line Between what you want, and what you get. You gotta go after the things you want while you're still in your prime." he switched again. "Life is disappointing. Woe is what I know." Then again. "It would be nice, it would be niiice to have corporations on our side, it would be nice, it would be niiiiice to have Capitalism on our side"

Three countries behind the barricade stared blankly at him. The fourth, France, was staring with a huge smile. "Hon hon hon, so we can sing? Good to know."

"What the hell does any of that mean though…" Cuba asked.

"It means that history is repeating once again, again! This time it's 1955, and just like then," he broke back into song "I dreamed a dream in times gone by when hope was low and not worth living." back to spoken words, he continued to say "But, this whole police thing is an outrage! And I need to do something about it!"

He might have talked more, but some approaching countries caught the barricaded countries' attention. America ducked, pointing his gun at the other countries, who were Britain and Germany, both wearing face masks.

"See Germany? He made a bloody barricade and got Ireland for God knows why, now he's pointing his guns at us and randomly singing. Nothing I've done has made him calm down. Can you try?"

Germany looked the whole barricade over. "Interesting…" he mumbled. "Is France back there?"

"Don't just assume I spend my time behind barricades!" France yelled. "This is just a bad example!"

"I think he's planning a revolution against himself," Britain said.

America nodded. "F*** yeah I am! And I'm prepared too! I've got guns, grenades, gases, gasoline, and more."

"You should add guillotines for good measure," France added.

"Vhat the hell! Stop trying to make another Vorld Var! We've been going over this since January! Trust me, it isn't vorth it!"

"If it helps, they aren't lethal," Canada added. He and Mexico were standing near the barricade, watching, making sure nothing big enough to cross the borders happens. They weren't allowed on the other side of the barricade since Canada is, according to America, 'too nice to revolt', and Mexico 'shouldn't even think about crossing over his wall'.

"Si," Mexico said. "Canada and I made sure that all of his bullets are rubber. He also has flash grenades and tear gas. We didn't do anything to his gasoline though. That could be no bueno."

America laughed like an insane person. "I'm going to burn down the country!"

"America, you're acting like a child," Germany said.

"I'm not a child! I have a curfew to prove my maturity! 8:00pm! And watch out, cause I'm staying out well into the night!" America yelled.

Germany sighed. "You're making it Vorld Var 2 again."

"Are you really giving yourself a bedtime just to disobey it?" Britain questioned.

America nodded.

"That's insane!"

"No, you!" America yelled. He started shooting his rubber bullets at Britain and Germany's feet. They were only warning shots.

"You can't perpetuate Var like that, vat are you doing? Police brutality and ghettos only result to a divided angry nation" Germany turned to France "You should mind your own business." He turned to Russia. "And you- vhy are you here in the first place? Aren't you in a national emergency?"

Russia laughed. "Oh, it's nothing. Only 21,000 tons of oil spilt into my arctic circle. I'm fine." Blood started coming out of one of his eyes like tears. "Maybe not entirely fine, but nothing is bad enough to stop me from watching America kill himself."

"Yeah," America said, "I'm just so great again that people stop everything to watch me! Now be gone!"

He threw down a flash grenade, and was about to whip out some tear gas, which would have affected his side too, but France distracted America away from the other countries and back toward his group. "Hey America, there's a second barricade now."

"What?" he questioned.

"Yeah there's a child in it," Honk Kong said.

"A child, huh?" America said. "I'm not afraid to mace children. Show me."

They were taken to this tiny barricade within their own barricade. Inside was a young boy, that looked an awful lot like America, but without glasses, and curlier hair. "You aren't allowed here! Look at the sign!" He pointed to a bright orange blockade that said 'no cops, no ICE, no jail, no America'.

America laughed. "Awe, look at the cute little guy. Imma call him Seattle, but what the #### are you?"

"My name is Chaz," The tiny boy said. "And I am a country too, not Seattle"

America smiled "Cute, ignorant Seattle. I'll let disagreeing with me slide this time, but only I can have a barricade." He pointed his gun at the tiny country. "Those are the rules."

Chaz slapped the weapon away. "That mother****er," America said. France and Hong Kong guessed what'd come next and started holding America back. He started screeching at the kid. "YOU ####ING ######ED LIBTARD B#### ASS TERRORIST MOTHER####ING UNCLE####ER TAKING MY GUN! PIECE OF #### ANARCHIST BASTARD, ORPHAN, SON OF A WHORE!"

"Stop trying to attack the kid," France said.

"Yeah, Chaz seems like me at the beginning," Honk Kong said. "You supported me, why not him too?"

America was wiggling to escape the two countries' grips. They weren't the strongest countries around, so he escaped pretty easily. "He's a fake American, and ugly, a terrorist, and racist!"

"No I'm not," Chaz said. "You are."

"I don't feeeel racist," America said. "I'm so not-racist that I'm banning Aunt Jemima. You better start watching your mouth, call yourself Seattle and stop trying to run your own government, or I'll get the national guard."

Chaz smiled cockily. "I don't think so. 'Cause" he said, then started rapping. "I am not throwing away my shot. Hey yo, I'm just like my country, I'm young, scrappy and hungry, and I'm not throwing away my shot."

America looked furious. "Nobody sings in my country!" He pulled out a second, much bigger gun, and aimed it at Chaz. "The hills are dead with the sound of music," he sang. "And so are you."

To be continued…

Also, if you want an uncut version of this month, PM me. It goes more in-depth at places, but drags on.