My American Oneshot Book

Oneshot 97

Casseybear

Amelia has her monthly curse and is a total demon

My fellow ladies, we might not all experience the same types of pain when our periods come. But, I think we can all agree that the moment it hits us, it is absolute hell and we question why we're cursed to be like this.

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She just was about to explode.

Despite the pounding in her head and the twisting cramps in her lower back, Amelia sat there at the meeting table. She watched as all the members of the G8 fought and were being total idiots, all why she was in pain.

Normally, she would have joined the chaos. But the blood gushing from her crotch made it impossible for her to feel any type of happiness. All she wanted to do was go home, down a few Midol, and eat a tub of ice cream with her heating pad on her tummy.

But, noooooo

She was stuck in a meeting room with a bunch of stupid men who couldn't get their shit together.

Canada, being the nice big brother he was, noticed her discomfort. He stepped away from trying to pry England off France and walked over to his sister, who was on the verge of a breakdown at the fact she thought needles were stabbing her vagina.

"Mel, are you ok? You look tired," he gently patted her back. Amelia glared at him and her lips began to tremble.

"I'm fine," she spoke firmly as she went back to looking at the chaos. Matthew knew immediately what was going on, and left the meeting room. Amelia sat there with her arms crossed until Italy took notice of her grumpy pose.

"Ve~ What's wrong with America, she looks like Romano~" Germany and Japan both looked to her, noting how she did in fact look like Romano.

"I do not know, perhaps we shourd ask," Japan inquired.

"Vell, ve shouldn't pry into her business," Germany retorted.

"She looks like she is about to kill somebody, da?" Russia made the former Axis all jump, making him laugh.

"V-Ve! When did you get here, Russia!"

"I have been here the whole time. Right now, I think it may be best to leave Amerika alone. I have an idea of why she looks so angry,"

"Jou do?" Ivan nodded to Germany.  Russia had grown up with sisters, he knew all about how painful it was for that time of the month.

"It is not my business to tell, but just list all the things girls have," Russia walked away. The three seemed clueless, so Italy began to go near Amelia. Once he got to her chair, he poked her cheek.

"Ve~ America, what's the matter with you? You look constipated," Germany instantly came to the realization and yanked Italy off.

"Jou don't say that to anybody, Italy!" Germany then looked to Amelia, whose eyes seemed to be lit with fire.

"You want to know what's the matter?" she asked, standing up. At this point, all fighting had stopped and they all looked at her. Ivan was even shivering under her gaze.

"Amelia, love, calm down," England spoke softly. France covered his mouth, but it was too late. He had triggered Amelia past the point of no return.

"Calm down? CALM DOWN?! ARE YOU KIDDING?!" she yelled, "MY STOMACH IS DOING BACKFLIPS! MY EARS ARE RINGING! MY HEAD IS POUNDING! MY BODY IS OVERHEATED! MY CHEST IS SORE! MY CRAMPS ARE CAUSING SPASMS ALL OVER MY BODY! AND THERE IS BLOOD CURRENTLY GUSHING OUT OF MY VAGINA! HOW THE EVER LOVING FUCK TO YOU EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN IGGY!"

"Love, I-"

"I SHOULD BE ON MY COUCH, EATING MY CRAVINGS, WITH A HEATING PAD ON MY ABDOMEN! BUT INSTEAD, I AM STUCK IN A MEETING ROOM, IN A BRA THAT IS CAUSING MY CRAMPS TO WORSEN AND SO MANY PADS AND TAMPONS IN I AM LITERALLY IN AN ADULT DIAPER! MY HEAD IS LITERALLY ABOUT TO EXPLODE BECAUSE OF ALL YOUR DAMN ARGUING AND I CAN'T LEAVE!" Amelia took a deep breath, composing herself a little and fixing her hair, "so, NO, I will NOT calm down,"

Just then, Canada came in with a bag. He had got some Takis and a few pints of chocolate ice cream, as well as a change of clothes. He saw Amelia was panting with red cheeks, knowing she must have blown up.

"Mel, come on, I got you some stuff," he gently led Amelia away. But, not before she slammed the door so hard, it shattered to splinters. All the male nations seemed too afraid to move until Matthew came back. He had a faint smile on his face.

"Vas America alvays that bad?" Germany asked Britain, who sighed.

"I wouldn't know, she became independent, not long after she hit puberty,"

"I remember ze way she was," France put a hand on his chin, "zere were times when Prussia and I were too afraid to approach 'er. Especially during ze training days, she could take out ten targets in two minutes," he shivered, "I remember one time, Prussia merely walked past 'er. 'is equipment was clanging around, and she gave 'im such an evil look, he forever held his battle wear," France giggled at the memory.

"V-ve~ She was scarier than Russia and Belarus,"

"Da, I must agree comrade. Perhaps even my sister would be scared of her,"

The entire room was quiet, the thought of surpassing Belarus was enough for the G8 to make an ultimadium. A meeting was to never be held on days when Amelia had her monthly curse.