Demon On Your Shoulder

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𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐈𝐃 (𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫) 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲!

It was the pain that woke America up. His left eye has been.. er, gone with the wind for a long time now but the phantom pain acts up sometimes.

Groaning, he sits up, clutching his eye. The sky was still dark and after checking his phone, he realized it was 3:38 AM.

Fuck me..

"If you really want me to, Erica..." Dixie purrs from his perch on America's dresser.

He scowls, flipping back on his bed. Sleep sounds so good right now.. his states weren't awake yet so he doesn't have to be awake. "I wasn't talking to you. That was a general 'fuck me' to the universe." He sighs, "and stop reading my mind!"

"Eh, I know you love me." Dixie or dicks— as America liked to call him, them?— said, but America felt the vague presence in his head disappear.

America sighs. He's not going to get any sleep any time soon. Might as well go to the UN meeting early.

He puts on his favorite shirt, a It's okay Pluto, I'm not a planet either shirt with a caricature of the planet. He slipped on camo pants, not caring to do his fly. Struggling to put in his favorite bomber jacket with all his patches sewn on makes him rethink all his life choices, but going outside in New York winter without the fluffy inside of the bomber jacket would be suicidal. To top it all off, he shoves a cap with the Canadian flag on. America's younger brother always was peeved by the Canada is America's hat saying.

On his walk to the current UN meeting building, America fiddles with his gun in its holster nervously. Will his states be alright with Dixie watching over them? America trusted the army (Confederacy) to not harm his children. The states usually triggered him into what America liked to call his 'Mother Hen' personality. And he could rely on the army's natural love of children. But America was still a father and he would never stop worrying about his states. His oldest's were barely 236...

America sat in his usual seat, pillowing his head with his arms. Maybe he could nap until the meeting started...

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐩!) 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐬! 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲-𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐦 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐇 𝐚𝐬 𝐑𝐏𝐅 (𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧) 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬.

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫:

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐱 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚. 𝐃𝐨 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞!

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲

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