ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ (ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ)

Happier than ever

He carried the last box into the newly bought home, his new home.

A little over America's backstory happened when he was fifteen, he was abused by his father and when his father finally kicked him out of the house he ran happy tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. He was finally free from that torture he very helplessly survived three years of.

He placed the box over to the side of the door, and closed it very gently. It had been a long two hours from his old home to his new one. And he was very tired from bieng in a car seat for that long he couldn't feel his bottom.

He went up to his corresponding room and saw a newly made king sized bed with red sheets, he smiled to himself and plopped down on it, he didn't have the kind of energy to take his clothes off so he just slept like that.

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When he woke up he looked around his room and decided to clean up a bit, he ĺooked around for a broom and eventually found on in the kitchen. When he was done sweeping he brought boxes labled for his room to unpack and place some decorations on the furniture in his room.

When he was finally done with the whole house he went to the living room and watched TV for a bit before hearing the doorbell ding. He walked over and opened it. He saw his brother Canada.

"Meri!" He hugged him tighty, "hey Canada.." he said surprised he was here. "What are you doing here?" He asked him after his brother let go. "We came to visit!" He exclaimed. America froze, he saw his father come out of a car along with his mother, and siblings.

"Greetings America.." his father said walking up to the doorstep, "hello sir" Britain nodded and signaled his wife to come. She obeyed and walked closer to the doorstep. "Oh dear I've missed you!" She hugged the American standing in the doorway. "I've missed you too mother" he said hugging her back.

His father came foward and took his hand for America to shake, he only waved which pissed the british off he didn't show anything more than a simple glare. When they entered his siblings went straight to the living room leaving America and his parents to talk.

"You have a lovely house dear" said his mother looking around. "Thank you mother" he responded looking at his father who was glaring hard at him.

"Son, we are going to stay here for a few days" America looked at his father with wide eyes but soon relaxed, he knew never to fight against his father. It would only make things worse.

"Why can you just give me a day or two alone.." he mumbled while his dad walked outside to get the suitcases out of the trunk and backseats. When he came back he gave them to America and instructed him to put them in their corresponding rooms.

When he was done he came back downstairs and found his siblings reading a diary he kept before he moved out. They looked bad as though they had seen a ghost. America walked over and as soon as they noticed him they started crying and hugged him tighty.

He looked at them with a pitiful expression and grabbed the book. "Dinners almost ready guys" he heard his mother call from the kitchen, he placed the book an a higher shelf of the house and went into the kitchen with his brothers still on his tail.

They ate the food his mother had made, it was a quiet dinner until his father spoke, "well, son how is your new life?" His father was actually talking to him without a harsh tone. This surprised the American.

"Good, its been alright" he saw his father crying and wondered what happened, "son im sorry for all that I did.." his voice sounded soft and caring, America froze. "A simple sorry isn't going to fix what the damage that you did" he said, "you made me feel miserable for years on end and never gave a single shit about that"

His sibling were now gone, into their rooms. "I was happier than ever when I left that household" he said harshly, his mother France was at his father's side and was looking at him while his father cried at the realization. He implanted abuse to his child without even caring, he felt regret wash over him by just looking at his son.

"There aren't enough words to describe how relieved I felt"
He wished his father would just go, out of his life out of his home.

Out of his mind...

"America I can't believe you!" His mother cried holding her husband close to her. "Don't make me start on you, you never gave a single shit about Canada Aussie or Zea!"

"You just stood there unfazed even if the shit was happening infront of you!" He said, his mother looked down at him. "I know you America I didn't raise you like this!" She exclaimed looking at him with watery eyes.

"You didn't raise ANY of us!" He yelled, his siblings had come down and were now looking at the scene, "guess who had to educate the twins and Canada just because you didn't want to pay for that!"

"I gave them the fucking life they deserved, while you just ignored their existence!" He yelled even more angry than he was before.

"Remember when I got a call once when you were drunk!?" Australia looked down, "I came home to find you trying to touch your own child!"

"And you dad, you were fucking driving home drunk, guess who had to pay the ticket you got, I didn't have that money. I had to work part-time, educate your children and go to my own education every single day!"

His parents were looking at their children, while they cried and hugged the screaming American. "Remember when we were a good family!?"

"When you wouldn't scare the shit out of these kids, when you actually cared!" America was waisting his breath just by yelling at these people, he couldn't even consider them as his parents anymore.

"I don't relate to you.." he mumbled, his parents looking at him with anger and sadness, "You treated these poor kids wrong all these years and guess what, they still love you!"

His siblings tried calming his down by talking or holding him back but nothing worked. "I was the only one who had fucking enough!" There was an awful silence.

"Get out." They looked at America who was looking at them with anger and rage, the parents signaled the kids to come along, they didn't move they stayed glued to their brother.

"We ain't coming with you.." said Canada, "kids please.." cried the parents looking at them. "No!, Im done. I wanna stay with America!" They yelled. America was flabbergasted by the sudden act.

He was twenty four so he could gain custody of them either way with the proof he had and their side of the story, "fine, we're leaving" said his father said slamming the door. They waited for the sound of a car leaving before they looked at their older brother.

"Guys why?" He asked them, "we we're gonna run away anyway" said Zea. They hugged their older brother and stayed like that.

Mabye the start of a new life..

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I feel like this story was all over the place but I feel kinda good abt it?

Thank you LaaLaasFoot for the story idea!, I might be taking a break for a few days as you can see me brain is literally worn out and yea-

The main reason I'm taking this break is bc I feel a little excluded from things and so on, hope you have a wonderful day/night/evening!

If you are reading this at night, GET SOME FUCKING SLEEP OR I AIN'T UPDATIN THIS STORY NO MORE AND YOU'LL HAVE TO DEAL WITH ANGRY PPL-

I love y'all 😘