America walked back and forth in his room. Everything was wrong, and nothing was out of place. The silence in his room was deafening, his voice was pitiful and out of place.
Why did he think he could escape his father?
Why did he think he could survive without his father?
Why did he expect himself to survive without his father?
His yellow room, normally so cheery cast a sickly pale light from outside. The sun was already down, only streetlights remained to illuminate his face.
America held his face.
He wanted to cry, but no tears would come out.
He wanted to scream, but his voice was too weak.
He wanted to hide, but there was nothing to hide from.
He wanted to curl up in a ball, and disapear.
But America couldn't do any of that. He was too weak to. So instead he paced around his room, his mind breaking. His soul shattering again for the millionth time. Every time he saw that man he found the strength to pick the pieces up and put himself together. But that man hated him, he was sure. So why should be bother getting up? Nobody was waiting for him.
Nobody would care if he fell to his floor and never returned to the outside world. He curled up on the blankets he called his bed. He had a bed, but someone like him didn't deserve a real bed, he deserved to sleep on the floor like an animal, clutching a pillow against the wall, waiting for sleep to come. Waiting for anything to happen. Something to change. But his surroundings would never change, not unless he did something. But he couldn't.
Finally he felt someone's hand on his back, a soothing voice. But he knew it was all in his head. He knew he was just imagining things, but he took refuge in it anyways. Imagining someone loved him was better than anything else. He wouldn't have to worry about them leaving him because they've realized how broken he was, how every time he shattered he lost a few more pieces of himself, soon he wouldn't have much left of himself. But who was there to care? He was alone Afterall.
Nobody truly cared for America.
At least, that's all his broken soul could believe.
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Random One Shots
FanfictionLiterally just me doing a bunch of one shots. a lot are Countryhumans but there's also gonna be some OC work in here for no reason. I probably won't expend on any of these ideas but if you want to read, feel free I guess.
