This one was really, really weird. I honestly don't know what to make of it. O.o
Disclaimer: I don't own APH.
America.
America.
Colony.
Boy.
Cute.
America.
Alfred.
America.
Love.
America!
Little brother…
Cute.
America.
Brat.
Childish.
Immature.
America!
Colony!
Rebel.
Stupid.
MINE!
Traitor!
Bastard.
America…
(What?)
Idiot.
Freak.
War monger.
America.
(Who…? Oh. Is that me…?)
Stubborn.
Foolish.
America.
Weak.
Stupid.
Divided.
Mess.
Cruel.
Unsure.
(There was another name…what was it…?)
Wild.
Rugged.
Cowboy.
America!
(Was that it? I don't…remember anymore…)
Crazy.
Foolish.
Dumb.
Embarrassment.
Sick.
America.
(Stop confusing me…)
Neutral?
Bastard.
Cold.
Heartless!
Stupid.
Impulsive.
Late.
Boy.
Late.
LATE!
America…
(Stop calling me that!)
Brainless.
Capitalist.
Idiot.
Cursed.
Foolish.
Git.
Loud.
Naïve.
Obnoxious.
Embarrassment.
Boy.
Fat.
Rude.
Oblivious.
FreakInsolentIgnorantbrat—
America!
(Stop it! Please! I don't know anymore!)
"America?" The voice—polite, Russian.
"I said stop it!" America pressed his hands to his ears. He didn't want to think about it—how he didn't quite know his name anymore—
"What's the matter with you, git?" England growled, though there was a slight tinge of worry in his gaze.
The usually cheerful blonde's face was screwed up in a mask of pain, as though something was hurting him. After a few seconds of screwing his eyes shut, he slowly opened them to look at the confused countries, before gently loosening the grip he had on his ears. The two appendages were left achy and red.
"What's the matter with you, aru?" China questioned—though he did not quite like America, he was the oldest member of the group, and the oldest were always the ones to comfort the youngest, right?
"What's my problem?" America growled, looking slightly embarrassed. "What's your problem? Make up your damn minds already! It's giving me a headache!"
"What do you mean?" France asked curiously, feeling a bit of concern for the youngest member of their meeting. Perhaps he was a bit too young…
"You guys keep changing my name! On day it's idiot, the next it's immature, the next it's America!" The blonde country let out a loud huff. "You all need to come to some sort of an agreement, because I honestly don't know what to call myself anymore!"
With that, America left the room, leaving a very stunned group of countries in his wake.
I don't know what I was thinking when I made this. I said I'd lay off the angst, but…:/
Anyway, the reason I haven't updated in a while is because I've been starting chapters, then stopping and starting a new one. I have about five backed up right now. The reason this one is out so early is because it's short and it's to show you all I'm still alive.
I know I said I'd lay off the angst, but…
Anyway, this is just plain weirdness. Please don't ask, I don't know what to think of it.
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