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There's going to be only a little language at one point because, well, you know…it's Romano. Trust me, when I mean little I mean little xD
I DON'T OWN HETALIA! (Notice the FAN before the fiction…)
I let out some sort of gargled animal noise in the back of my throat and lunge with most of my might in my legs. I extend my arms to grab his neck, but he continues to laughs and the next thing I know I'm on the ground with Germany in a fighting stance. I look back up and find that my doppelganger is gone, along with my anger. The other nations are all out of their chairs, staring at me with wide eyes, even Italy, which seems to be a rare thing.
"America! Why did you just try to attack Germany, aru?" China asks me and makes his way through the crowd to help me up. I take his hand then once I'm up, I slide past him and look behind Germany at the empty space that once use to be filled
"Where'd he go?" I say, expecting an answer.
"Who the fuck are you talking about?" Romano asks me.
"I'm right here." My own voice whispers. I whip around expecting to see my mirrored image again, but I don't. I only see a whole group of nations gawking at me like I've gone nuts. But I swear it sounded like he whispered it in my ear, I can't be going crazy. Or am I?
"Germany, I think you punched little America a bit to hard." Russia chimes in amongst the sudden chatter filling the room.
"I didn't attack Germany!" I spit out defensively making the room go quiet again. A good chunk of people look at me like they don't believe me while the others just glance at each other. "Well I didn't!"
"Oh, so you trying to jump Germany looking like you were about to choke him isn't attacking?" England says accusingly with his hands on his hips.
"What? No! I was going for that man behind him." I wave my hands in the air angrily as I try to get the point across to the room.
"America, zere vas no man behind me." Germany says coldly. I face-palm myself as I figure out that they aren't going to believe me anytime soon.
"Yes there was! He looked like me but without Nantucket, only he wasn't me…or was he?" I ponder at my last words. He did look like me. He had all my features, besides the cowlick, and even looked the same height.
"Still haven't figured it out yet, have you?" My voice brings me out of my thoughts and I turn around to see the faintest image of the man in the window, almost looking like a reflection. My anger begins to rear its head again but I don't attack this time, fearing if I do the window will break. "You're too late, the war has begun and there's no way to stop it. Guns have already fried, people are gunna die, and that's the beauty of it." He laughs.
"Who are you?" I growl, oblivious to the other countries around me. His pale image smirks and points one finger at me.
"I'm you." He says and I have to do a double take.
"M-me?" My worst suspicion was right, I am attacking myself and it's something I can't stop.
"Well, not exactly you, thank god, but the south side. Confederacy's the name." He says, pretending to examine his nails.
"Confederacy?" I'm confused at first. About his name, not being able to stop some sort of war, being the south side…south side! The pieces begin to fit together like puzzle pieces. A civil war has finally broken out among my people. And it's all because the South is being too arrogant to let go of slavery! My anger is boiling again and now it won't settle. "No!"
"Yeah, my people have already started making flags and everything." Confederacy laughs for the millionth time and I charge once more.
"They're not. Your. People!" I'm about to punch the living daylights out of him when a whole group of hands grab at me, their voices muffled by the pounding blood rushing through my head. "Let go of me!" I struggle. Someone says something back, but I can't make it out over my rage. I struggle as Confederacy's laugh becomes louder and louder until it's the only thing I hear.
With a big twist and jerk of my body I manage to break free of the band of people and run over to where Confederacy now smirks. I punch the window, hard, then the glass goes crumbling out of the windowpane and onto the green grass below soundlessly. Only, it's just glass, not Confederacy.
"Please, control your temper. To much can make you go crazy you know." I hear Confederacy's voice echo and soon all traces of him are gone. Hands are grabbing at me again and even though Confederacy's gone, anger still controls my movements. At one point though a long faucet pipe hooks around my neck and pulls me away from the shattered remains of what use to be the window. I begin to choke and gasp for air because it takes to long for me to finally settle in a seat. Once I'm sitting I take lung fulls of air so I can catch my breath because of both the pipe and from my anger bringing my adrenaline up.
"America." Someone's trying to get my attention, but I continue to stare at the demolished conference window while a stinging sensation runs from my fingers down to my wrist. "America!" This time I look away from the window and see England's green eyes looking down at me along with other concerned ones ranging from brown to purple.
"What?' I snap back harshly and wipe my eye but end up smearing something wet and warm against it and my left cheek.
"What's gotten into you? You're acting like a bloody animal on a rampage!" England shouts at me. "You just punched that window for no good reason." I look down at my hands, ignoring his statements, and see that the glass has cut my hands in several spots, some pieces still stuck in my skin. I stare as the blood runs along my hand slowly and realize this was the warm liquid I rubbed on my face.
"Amerika, are you listening?" I quickly look up and see Japan. I nod my head even though it's a lie. "Why did you punch window?"
"That guy, Confederacy…" I trail off, lost in though as I try to remember what just happened. I was so consumed in rage I forget already.
"Confederacy, who's that?" I hear Spain ask.
"Do you think he'll become one with Russia?" I just get a glance of England and France glare at the much larger nation and Russia returning their actions with a twitch of his pipe, looking as if he's threatening to hit them. I don't question, instead I stand up quickly as a thought hits me.
"I got to go." I say and am about to run off when Germany begins to speak again.
"You can't leave now, ve're in ze middle of a meeting! Vhat could possibly be so important?" I'm about to explain, but realize that will lead to more questions and I don't know if I'll have the time. Instead I shake my head glumly and quickly open the door. I look back at the group and see Russia give the most innocent look I've ever seen from him then I slam the door shut without a word. I let the thought escape me and run down the hallway so I can get to the Whitehouse as quickly as possible.
The stuff between England, France, and Russia will be explained later along with him giving America that look so don't think about it too much xD
On another note, people who live in the Southern states, I hope I'm not offending you guys at all. When America says all those things it's his Union side coming out and I'm basing his personality on what the people in the North probably thought about the South at the time. Please don't take it to heart D: I would never say those things about you and I'm pretty sure America wouldn't either :D lol but seriously, just trying to apologize if I do offend. Okay, done saying sorry. (I live in the North so I feel a bit nervous :P lol)
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