Fake

"I see it.."

A few days had pasted by since the bike crash had happened.Everyone had recovered from it thankfully.Or, at least from the news of it.

Canada still had some brusies but thankfully stopped blamming himself for it.America had some brusies too, and his chest pain never stopped.Spain of course had no injuries what so ever.The only injury was in his personallity.

America drove down the street to school by himself.He didn't feel like waiting for the Spanish child to come with him.Besides, he just wanted to be alone for a while.As he watched a few cars drive past him, he couldn't help but get lost in thought.And if you are driving, not the best thing to do.His tire scraped against the curb, making him jolt into reality.He shuddered to himself, forcing all his focus on the road.

No way was he going to get in another crash.

~Time skip brought to you by the shooting of a Mk 48~

(^^No that never happened x33)

The period was 1st, and America had begun to feel suddenly upset once he began to sketch.What made him upset?He had no idea.It usually was something he had been bugged by for a while.Or maybe not at all.He looked to the side, seeing Spain goofing off.The upsetting feeling grew bigger, engulfing almost half of his heart.His head snapped up when Roman Empire announced that the class would be taking a break and was allowed to socialize.Knowing Canada would want to hang out, he grabbed his sketch book and walked over to his desk.

"Hi!"Canada greeted cheerfully.America flashed a smile, yet it fell right back down.He scooted under a nearby table, watching as the other countries gathered around the same area.Those countries were Mexico, Spain, The Netherlands, Belarus, India, and Sealand.America tried his best to be unnoticed, scrunching himself up farther under the table.Conversations thickened the air, laughing and giggling present as well.America was usually one who was in the circle of conversation, but today he was avoiding it.

Spain paused in this talk with Canada and looked over at America."What's wrong Alfred?"He asked.America glared."Nothing."He muttered bitterly.Spain raised an eyebrow.

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

Spain's caring composure vanished, and he went back into conversation.A nip of aggression hit America, causing him to growl.There was a word for that.He was sure of it.But what was the word?He gazed intently at Spain.Then it hit him.

Fake.

America stared in realisation at the Spanish child.Yes.

He's fake.He thought grimly.

Fake, fake fake FAKE FAKE FAKE FAKE.

In his echoing thoughts, he hadn't notice Canada slip under the table."America,are you ok?"He asked, concern sparkling in his eyes.America growled softly to himself.

The other countries looked under the table in confusion."America?"

"Hey Canada, what's wrong with Alfred?"

Canada glared at them.He put a hand on America."Go away."He uttered icily.The countries frowned."Ya sure?"India asked.

"Yes."

The countires began their talking once more.America crawled from under the table with dullened eyes.Canada began to follow, but he was haulyed as America went ro the other side of the room towards Austria.He sighed and went back to the group.

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Austria paused in the conversation with his friend named Jewel as America walked towards him, looking rather cold.Cold and dead.

"Austria."America muttered, pulling him away from Jewel.Austria raised an eyebrow and jerked his head to tell him to go on.America glanced back to the group of countries."I.....I see it."Austria frowned."Huh?"

"I see it.Spain is fake.A lot of people are fake."

Austria blinked, then cocked his head."Are you just sticking onto what I said?"He questioned.America shook his head."No.I can actually see it......Fake."