Chapter 10

The smile didn't last. America had a nightmare –a very familiar one, but a nightmare all the same.

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"Hello boss!" America said, patting the new president on the shoulder.

"Oh? Who are you?" The president asked America, surprised.

"I'm the US of A, but you can call me America." America introduced. The president burst out in laughter. When he didn't hear America laughing too, he sobered up.

"You're serious?" The president interrogated the nation. America nodded. "I haven't even been here for a day, and I'm already meeting crazy people."

"Dude, I'm not crazy. I'm like the… what does Iggy call us? Oh yeah, I'm like the USA's nation persona," America tried to explain. The president gave him a look that clearly stated 'you are crazy'.

"They don't exist," The president simply stated. America bit his lip, Heroes don't cry! "Please tell me that this is just some elaborate joke." When America stayed silent, the president finally got fed up with the game. "Security, please take this insane person to the nearest mental ward," he ordered. America felt the cold metal bite into his wrist…

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"S-stop…." England heard America murmur. The younger nation was thrashing about and crying and screaming and everything. In fact, that was the reason England was up in the first place was because America's screams had jolted him awake.

"Get up, you bloody git!" he whispered loudly, trying to smack him awake. America stayed asleep. England decided that maybe now would be the best time to call… Canada, was it? Ah, yes, Canada. England decided that maybe now would be the best time to call Canada over. Maybe he could make some pancakes…

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They were taunting him. No matter which way he turned, there they were. Even his own brother! Tears were stinging his eyes, and he just wanted to sit down and cry, but he couldn't.

"S-stop…" America choked out.

"Why should we, you bloody git!" England roared, slapping him. America spun around 180 so he was facing China. Another slap awaited him.

"You owe me-aru!" China spat at him. After that, everything became a blur of insults and pain. Everything hurt, even the simple act of breathing caused pain. Why wouldn't they stop! Wasn't this enough! An eternity later, America was standing face-to-face with someone who looked exactly like him, except his hair was wavy. It was Canada. America couldn't tell who had shoved him- was it Italy? Or was it Japan? America couldn't tell anymore. Canada opened his mouth to speak.

"Don't… p-p-please… d-don't," America begged. He was beyond caring; he just couldn't take it if his own brother joined in. Everyone else, okay. But his brother… no.

"You're stupid too," was all Canada said, but it was enough. America sunk to the floor, tears flowing freely down his cheeks.

"Why?" he whispered. "Why do you do this?" What did he do to deserve this torture? The other nations didn't respond, like America expected. They never did. Everyone faded, until the only people left were America, Canada, and England. The only noise was the pitiful and pathetic sobs from America.

"I remember when you were so strong…" America couldn't tell who said that. Maybe he said it to himself. Either way, it hurt to have those words shoved back into his face.

"Wake up!" somebody shouted at him.

"G-go a-away!" America cried. Canada and England faded, leaving America alone. Again. He was always alone. No one bothered to help him. No one was there to comfort him as endless tears flowed down his face…

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"Wake up!" England shouted. What was taking Canada so long? As if on cue, said nation walked through the door, once again with pancakes and maple syrup. Of course, the pancakes and maple syrup were in the other room at that moment, but eh.

"What's… what's the matter?" Canada asked the Brit. England gestured to the now trembling figure.

"I don't bloody know! You explain this!" England hissed out. Canada had a very strong urge to face palm at that moment.

"You raised him, and you don't know when he has a nightmare!" Canada replied.

"I… I wasn't exactly around that much…" England shamefully admitted.

"No wonder…" Canada whispered to nobody. Canada shook America gently. "C'mon, get up," he said quietly.

"G-go a-away…" America said. Canada smiled a little to himself.

"I'm not gonna leave you," Canada soothed. England watched on as the scene played before him…

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Canada faded back into view. Instead of the look of anger from before, his face had a mask of sympathy on.

"I'm not gonna leave you," Canada said.

"Y-you m-m-mean it-t?" America stuttered. Canada nodded. A new face faded into view. America had trouble placing exactly whose face it was though…

" Wake up, please," the voice said. It sounded a little British. America listened…

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America finally awoke. He was a little startled for a second to see Canada and England hovering over him, but quickly brushed it off.

"That was some nightmare," England commented. America felt a slight blush. Canada noticed this and hurried to help cover it up.

"Uh… I made pancakes. We… we should probably eat… we do have a long day in front of us…" Canada said awkwardly, changing the subject.

"Um… what's today?" The ever forgetful America asked.

"World Meeting, chap," England replied. America paled.

That took some time... eh he he... Anyway... again sorry about Saturday. Um... oh! Marzy704, thanks for the compliment and I totally understand what you mean by longer chapters. I was wondering... can I use your idea for the World Meeting please? I don't want to steal it or anything... See you all soon!