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America was sitting in his designated spot at the spontaneous meeting. He usually was late, but he was really early this time. His head was down, and the wings that seemed to almost be in place of his ears were covering his head, keeping the fluorescent lights out. America knew that this would be too much. He had been brought in to see how bad he would react to all of the loud noises at the last meeting, when he had first been brought out of that… thing in Florida. America did not want to deal with anyone right now. His voice was quiet, as had been the norm for the past week.
America: “United Nations, can you please tell me why I needed to be here for this meeting, or at least why you can’t turn down the lights?”
When America didn’t get a response for about 10 seconds, he opened one eye a little, to the point where it wasn’t too bright, but where he could see. United Nations wasn’t there. Of course, she just had to leave him alone in a bright room. America put his sunglasses down. He didn’t like wearing them much anymore, but he couldn’t stand the bright, white shine on him. It was too much. He slowly moved towards the food table. He had been so hungry as of recently. He had only gotten one meal a day, and sometimes there were maggots in it. He made it to the food table, and he started eating. Honestly, it was probably too much for him to eat at once, but he was too hungry to care at the moment. He only stopped when he felt the pain of being too full. America’s voice was even quieter than the previous time.
America: “Goddammit… that was too much…”
America made his way back to his seat. He put his head down on the table and closed his eyes. Not only did he need more sleep, but he also didn’t want to hurt. America only woke up when he was shaken on the shoulder. He raised his head so quickly that it was a little concerning. He looked towards the tap. He calmed down a little when he saw NATO.
America: “Yes, NATO?”
NATO: “Sir, United Nations has told me to wake you up.”
America sighed. He adjusted his sunglasses to stay on his nose, before he looked towards United Nations. He stayed quiet. He didn’t want to talk, especially not in front of a group of people, but he would if he had to. America couldn’t focus on anything but the pain from his stomach. It seemed like every second, it was more likely that he was going to throw up. America cut off anyone speaking at that moment.
America: “United Nations, can I use the restroom?”
United Nations: “And why do you need to use the restroom?”
America got kind of annoyed. His voice was getting quieter.
America: “Why should I tell you? I don’t think you want a description of someone using the bathroom.”
United Nations was quiet for a few seconds
United Nations: “…Fine.”
America stood up. He walked towards the bathroom. He barely shut the door to the bathroom before he started throwing up the food he had just eaten. He did not want to do so, at all, but he had eaten too much, too fast. He grabbed one of the paper towels and cleaned his mouth. He threw the towel into the trash, grabbed a mint from his bag, and put it in his mouth. He made sure to get rid of any evidence that he just threw up, before he went back to the meeting. He had his eyes closed, so he bumped into someone. America stumbled back and fell right onto his ass. America opened his eyes and looked at who he had ran into. Usually, people couldn’t knock him to the ground by just having him run into them.
America: “Canada?”
Canada looked pretty disgusted.
Canada: “Don’t talk to me.”
America’s eyes widened. He stood up.
America: “Come on, what did I do? We’re siblings!”
Canada just walked away. America was left standing there, feeling even worse than before. He looked at the ground. Sure, his relationship with Canada was never stable, but Canada never acted like… that… There was always some sort of relationship with them that could be built back up, but this time, it seemed liked there wasn’t. America slowly walked back into the meeting. He ignored anyone looking at him as he made his way back into his seat. America looked around after a few seconds, since no one was talking at all
America: “What?”
United Nations: “I asked you, where were you for that month and a half?”
America froze. He lowered his head, and the wings on his back covered his entire body. He brought his knees up to his chest. His breathing quickened. He jumped when someone touched his wing. He hissed, almost like a literal cat. America backed up, to the point where he got off his chair. America looked at who had touched his wing.
NATO: “Sir, you must calm down.
America’s voice was pretty shaky.
America: “Don’t touch me!”
America continued backing up. He backed into a wall, which just made him even more jumpy. He knew he should calm down. Be more ‘professional’ and such. But, he just… couldn’t. America grabbed the light blue star on his necklace. He could feel the eyes of everyone on him still. America looked over at the door when it opened. America tensed up more than before, and he ran to the corner away farthest from the door that just opened.
Canada: “Oh great, there’s two Americas.”
America: “That’s not me, I swear to-“
Other America: “Shut up, brother, or else I’m draggin’ you right back to the White House an’ puttin’ you back in that cage!
(Guess who the other America is, it’s totally not obvious 😒)
America actually shut up. America scanned the room, looking for someone who could help him. He knew of his poor relations with pretty much every country at the moment. Maybe China would remember how she was his friend for a bit there. America sure remembered. But Trump had to just ruin that. Well, it was probably the best choice. America slowly made his way over towards China. America whispered.
America: “China. China. Come on, answer me. I know you can hear me.
China looked over at America. China seemed mildly annoyed.
China: “What do you want.”
America: “Can you help me?”
China: “And what could you need help with?”
America: “That guy. The one that just came in. He’s the one doing everything with my government. Not me. Could you keep him away?”
China thought for a few seconds before nodding. America relaxed a little, but not much. America used the wings on his head to cover his face once again. America could feel his head pounding. He felt cramped all over again. His breathing picked up. He started breathing out of his mouth instead of his nose. Goddammit, he was practically falling apart into a million pieces, even more so than the two cracks under his eyes that made it look like he was crying said that he was. America’s almost demon like tail, which he usually hid, came out and wrapped around him. He sat on the ground, the wings on his back covering his entire body. He started actually crying. At one point, he felt himself be picked up. America very quickly looked back at who picked him up. It wasn’t who he was expecting, thankfully. America looked back at someone who, wasn’t nearly as bad, but probably wouldn’t be much help. America was pulled close to the other person, almost in like a hug. America pretty quickly started trying to get out of Germany’s attempt at a hug. America hadn’t noticed how much Germany seemed to worry about America.
America: “Germany, let me go… I don’t like hugs…”
America felt Germany let him go, and he relaxed a little again. America could tell that Germany was still close, but at least he wasn’t being touched. America saw the other America, who was acting like a fucking evil villain in a poorly written horror movie, that somehow scares the main character, but just makes the viewer cringe. Yeah, and America’s that scared main character. America backed away a little, but his wrist was grabbed by Germany before he could get too far. America flinched, but he didn’t fully pull away. America whispered, mainly to himself.
America: “Why is he here? I thought he was trapped. The government agreed to keep him contained in exchange for me to not kill him! They went against their word!”
America then realized that United Nations was looking at him. He forgot that United Nations was made with really good hearing, even though that was one of his additions to her. America stared at United Nations for a few seconds before turning his head away. America’s voice was loud, and aimed at the other America. It was also slightly shaky.
America: “Confederate. Why are you here? You’re supposed to be, at the very farthest, in DC. We agreed to keep it a secret that you, a dead country, are still alive! And you’re pretending to be me!”
All America heard was a chuckle from Confederate in response. America sighed.
America: “Listen, we should take this outside. Let the meeting continue, you know?”
Confederate smirked. They both knew that America was putting himself at risk, and yet, America was still trying to make it easier for others. America gave a look towards Germany when he held America’s wrist tighter.
Germany: “America, I think this is something that should be discussed in front of everyone. If you truly have been keeping this secret for this long, then you should be the one to tell us about it.”
America glared at Germany, but he didn’t argue. America sighed.
America: “Ask him, not me. I wanted to kill him, but my government wouldn’t let me. I think they wanted to learn more about us.”
United Nations: “So your government has known about our existence for how long? You know we are supposed to stay secret!”
America: “Since early in 1862. In 1865, when his attempt to secede failed and my country’s army beat his, my government made me keep him alive, probably to figure out more about us. I only accepted to the condition that they kept him contained, even though I wanted to kill him.”
Everyone was quiet for a moment. Then, United Nations walked over there. She grabbed Confederate and talked to both him and America.
United Nations: “For everyone’s safety and comfort, I think it would be best if both of you were confined for at least a couple days.”
America tensed up.
America: “Can I ask you for a couple of requests when we’re not in front of everyone?”
United Nations nodded, and then started walking. She assumed that America would follow her, but the vibe that she got from Confederate was that he would try to run away, so she kept holding onto Confederate. America was following United Nations, even if from slightly far behind. America’s head made it look like he was looking at the ground, but his eyes kept looking around the room.
Thankfully, United Nations put Confederate into a separate room and did so before America. However, Confederate didn’t go so easily.
Confederate: “I ain’t bein’ confined like some sorta animal!”
Confederate then attacked United Nations. America ran forward and grabbed Confederate before Confederate did anything. Unfortunately, that made Confederate try to attack America, and he pretty easily succeeded. America felt something stab through his left leg. He let out a screech and fell over. America yelpled when what stabbed his left leg was pulled out. America grabbed his leg, and there was a good sized hole through it. He could even see the bone. America looked back at Confederate, and he saw that Confederate’s stupid little demon tail was dripping in blood. America started panting. He tried to find something to wrap around the wound.
America didn’t hear anything that happened between United Nations and Confederate.
America had just held his wound until a bandage was held near him. America let go of the wound and let United Nations wrap the bandage around his leg.
America: “Do you know if WHO will take me?”
United Nations didn’t look up from wrapping his leg in bandages.
United Nations: “Why wouldn’t she?”
America: “Because my country kind of… left?”
United Nations: “WHO wants to help anyone in need. I’m almost sure she’ll help, and even if she doesn’t, I’ll help.”
America sighed. He managed to stand up, but he had to lean onto the wall. United Nations and America worked together to make it towards the medical room. When they got there, WHO was doing some paperwork. She looked up when she heard the door open, though her expression became more closed off when she saw America.
America: “Hey, WHO… I’m sorry for my president’s actions… But, I need help. My twin brother, who is the one who represents my current government, stabbed my leg, and I could see the bone.”
WHO thought for a few seconds…