Chapter 3
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Those belong to Andrew Hussie and Hidekaz Himaruya respectively.
America's eyes shot open and he sat up in bed, looking around, confused where he was for a moment. He shook his head to clear it and thought 'What a weird dream.' But immediately after he thought that a new thought arose 'What if it wasn't a dream at all?' He was disconcerted at this, and pushed the thought to the back of his mind and tried to distract himself. He took in his surroundings and was a little surprised at the lack of gold; he had been staring at the color for so long. He turned to look at the alarm clock and was filled with dread- 11:47; he was going to be late for the meeting.
He immediately jumped up and scrambled to get ready. He hurriedly put on his suit and raced to get a couple hamburgers to eat while there. And by couple, he meant a pre-packed cooler absolutely full of the delicious burgers. Germany would give him hell to pay if he was late, even though America was late to half of their meetings anyway. Luckily, the meeting place wasn't too far away, although he'd probably have to run, so as not to get caught up in traffic. 'This really sucks!' America thought as he bounded through the front door and hauled ass to the meeting.
At precisely 12: 23, America strode into the meeting room, trying to act confident when he was over 20 minutes late. His attempts were futile however, when he was met with an angry German screaming in his face about the importance of timeliness. He mumbled a few words of apology and excuses, then laughed his signature laugh and walked towards the podium to present. Today's issue was global warming for the millionth time, and he had spent a whole week preparing a sweet presentation about how superheroes were the answer. Superheroes were the answer to just about everything, in his opinion. As he was on his way up, he looked back at England. He was glaring at him and looked like he was going to give America another angry lecture about being punctual. America just smirked and continued his way up to the podium. He was probably going to regret that later. America just smirked and continued his way up to the podium. He was probably going to regret that later.
Years in the future, but not many…
A small black figure wades through the dust of the dystopian planet. Up ahead, he sees something that looks kind of like a bunker buried in the ground. It has a green symbol on it. A hatch on the top opens up, and the Expatriate descends. Inside, he finds a small room with a gigantic computer against the back wall. He walks over to it and finds it already on. In the top screen of the multi-screened panel, he sees someone that he hasn't seen in a long time…
Back in the past
America picked up a pointer and positioned his homemade drawing of a superhero saving the Earth on the board. The other countries groaned, knowing the direction this was going. Most of them didn't care and started tuning America out, while staring into the distance. America started to say something but suddenly stopped. He heard something, like a very faint voice in his head say 'HERO'. He shook it off though and prepared to start again, when another stronger whisper came, compelling him to do what it said.
'HERO. GET RID OF STUPID MAN IN RIDICULOUS CLOTHES.'
America didn't know why, but it was almost as if his though his hand was acting on its own, as it tore down the stupid drawing of his superhero. He began yet again.
"So, dudes, my awesome plan to fight global warming is…"
'HERO. NO SUPERHEROES.'
He trailed off. 'What is happening?' he thought with alarm.
'HERO. SAY "WE SHOULD CUT BACK ON FOSSIL FUELS AND TRY TO PROTECT ENDANGERED SPECIES. STOP THE MELTING OF THE POLAR ICECAPS."
America's eyes glazed over and he began a new speech, one that was not his. "We should cut back on fossil fuels. Try to protect endangered species. Stop the melting of the polar icecaps."
…
And thus, the greatest speech ever known to man was delivered by the Expatriate, through America. Wars stopped, diseases were cured, water was turning into wine. A distant gasp could be heard, from none other than the narrator herself. The world stopped spinning for one moment as everything was at peace. Except the countries.
The room was in pandemonium. Tables were flipped and chairs were broken. Nobody could believe what they had witnessed. They couldn't handle the power. Italy was sobbing in the corner, cradling his pasta. Japan was the only one calm amidst the vast storm. He had been training for moments like this. Nobody noticed as America's eyes were drawn back into focus and he looked like he had just woken up. He looked around bewilderedly at the chaos wondering what had happened. He shrugged and quietly slipped out the back door. England did notice this, however, and dragged out France (who was quietly sobbing proud tears on his shoulder) out the door with him to confront America, not noticing another country was following him too, hugging a small polar bear to his chest.
Author's Note:
Hi again! Sorry for not updating but there were a whole lot of issues and I got kind of stuck in the middle. Excuses, excuses, I know. Anyway, this is my favorite chapter so far, and I really enjoyed writing it, so I hope you enjoy it too. Please feel free to leave a review, favorite, or follow. I appreciate it. Bye! ^u^