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Past Memories

(Nobody's POV)

Despite everything, the media tries to portray him as this outgoing, careless type of person. But he cared about his appearance more than anyone, it was true, some of his attributes made him unlikeable. But most people still liked him. 

His mother had always told him that the stars above only showed themselves whenever they choose to do so. They're the brightest whenever you're alone. 

And yet, whenever there is a crowded area, they often disappear and hide behind the misty ominous clouds. 

And that was exactly how he felt on his first day of school.

America's eyes were...rather different from the rest of the class. He had black eyes with a shiny pastel blue iris but unlike his right eye. His left iris was much darker like the sea, and both had a large shiny white star with sparkles. 

At first, he thought it was the most beautiful thing ever, that he was super unique to have such beautiful eyes. 

That was until the other kids shrieked in fear, jeered at him, called him names and purposely stayed away from him. 

He felt unwanted, embarrassed and angry. He no longer liked his eyes, he wanted to have 'normal' ones. Where he wouldn't look like a monster. 

Sure, they were all just kids and didn't know that words could hurt people more than actions, and didn't know what they were talking about. Didn't mean that it didn't hurt at all. 

And surely, he'd been more cautious about his appearance and eyes. 

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"I don't wanna go!" America shouted, he clutched his father's hand tightly hoping to slow him down. His father grumbled in response. 

"Listen Thirteen, I'm not in the mood for your games..." America refused to listen, he turned his head to face the window and small glossy tears slowly formed on the edge of his eyes. 

"I don't want to!" He whined loudly using his left hand to hit his father's, unfortunately. It only made his father angrier. 

"You have to go to school! There's no other choice!" His father scowled firmly gripping America's hand. "I don't have time for you right now! So you're just gonna have to suck it up..." 

America looked at his father with pleading eyes. "But mother said I don't have to if I don't want to!" He shouted as small tears slowly treaded down his rosy cheeks. His father shuffled uneasily with a guilty look on his face, then returned to his angry face. "I don't give a damn about what Cheyenne says," 

America screamed

His father used to be so much more gentle and kind, but with the recent scandal involving his mother. His father had gotten cold and distant. Even more agitated, sometimes he'd lash out and get angry with the servants, helpless animals or even America himself. 

"Thirteen..." His father spoke calmly gritting his teeth. "If you don't go to school, you're never gonna see Cheyenne again!" 

Amerca froze, he lost grip and almost tumbled down. "M-mom...?" He asked half-hiccupping. "Yes," His father replied keeping his tone levelled. "I'll let you see Cheyenne after school today," His father gave America a cold smile that still sent shivers down his back whenever he thinks of it. 

America let that sink in. He desperately wanted to see his mother again, but he also didn't want to go through school. Yet, the thought of seeing his mother again...letting her ruffle his hair, tell him Cherokee bedtime stories and go out camping...

Just thinking about it made his heartache, his mouth tasted like marshmallows and the air seemed to turn into fresh daisies. 

He steadied his breathing and met his father's cold blue eyes. "I-I'll go..." He said hiccupping, his voice was full of sadness and remorse but there was a slight hint of hope. 

His father smiled, but instead of a warm and tingly one. It was scary, cold and malicious. 

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"He lied...he told me I'd be able to see mother again..." 

"After school, I would've been able to see her again..."

"No....he lied."

"Enough of this nonsense Thirteen, your new mother should be here soon. I don't want to upset her in any way. She has gone through so much just to earn her way to be my wife," His father's voice came through like a pair of scissors cutting through a thin piece of paper. 

America looked up miserably, his face completely blurred. But the pain in his voice said everything it needed to. 

"This is your stepmother, France,"

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[Author's Notes]

omfg, I finally posted another chapter. And oui, I'm possibly back from the dead. Which is a good thing right?

I'm going to be going back and forth editing these chapters and making sure the story makes sense for you dear reader. 

But, I've got nothing else to say-

So...have a great rest of your day/night/noon/whichever you're in, and I will see you-

the next time I post a chapter [Or book] <3