Better Left Hidden

Chapter 1- It's All Fun and Games

Germany started to read, but America burst in.

"What are you doing!" Germnay rolled his eyes, annoyed.

"She said we can't leave until we finish the book, so we might as well start." Cointries nodded, and America let out a sigh clearly out numbered. What was America so desperate to hide?"

"Chapter One - What You Can See. Every country here thinks they know America, thinks they know his attitude, weaknesses, and ideas. They're wrong. Oh, so wrong.

There's more to America. Take this as a warning. These facts will get progressively worse, each one more heartbreaking than the last. Prepare yourself countries. To reveal the real America."

Countries were shivering at the end of the cryptic note. And what did they man, heartbreaking? America had a past of luxury, easy going. What else was there?

England muttered something like, "Lucky git..." Under his breath. Oh, how wrong he was.

If you looked really hard, you could see Russia scooting over closer to America, rubbing his back.

"Chapter Two - Fun and Games. This will include fun, light-hearted facts before we continue.

America has been abducted by aliens four times."

Countries raised their eyebrows at this one. It wasn't uncoome to see the country rambling on about aliens and space. If anything, he had a severe obsession. At least it made a little more sense, though Amerida cpwoukd be questioned after this.

"One of the alien species took great pride in being able to virtually fix anyone's mental problems. Three days after abduction, the aliens dropped him back off, yelling 'We can't fix him!'"

A few nations misunderstood the meaning, thinking it meant America was too childish and crazy. But the others were looking around nervously at each other. What did they mean by 'We can't fix him!' What were they missing?

"America has personally gone to the moon and really was the first nation on its surface."

Russia didn't look surprised, while other countries rolled their eyes. America always wanted to be the first, the best, on top. It was one of his defining traits. His large, inflated ego. He was entitled to such treatment because he was America.

"He had just wanted to escape from the hate of the world for a little while."

Nations looked at him curiosly, seeing the reasoning, though not expecting it to come from the dumb American. They all had experienced war, pain, and hate. And to have a release, to let go of responsibility, was so inviting. But they were countries and had jobs that America most likely neglected. If anything, he was lazy.

"You git, you can't neglect your duties!" England scolded, and America shrank just a little bit at it. He winced, but England didn't notice.

"You are always doing absolutely nothing, never giving good ideas, just eating those disgusting burgers. You've become fat! You're so worthless you twat!"

America looked blankly at the brit as he rambled on. Nobody stopped him, though Russia looked like he wanted to do more than that. America gave him a look that said to stand down. After all, wasn't he right? America did everything wrong. The world would be a better place without him. He's dumb and loud and annoying.

Or at least, that's what America thought.

Germany ignored them, raising his voice and continued reading.

"America, because of his many golds in the Olympics, can beat any country at any sport, but pretends to be bad and let's them win. He thinks it's worth their smile."

A few countries cooed at this, while others glowed, muttering curses under their breath.

"America, would you be up for hockey!" Canada asks with a sinister smirk. His face was turning darker, and countries inched away.

"You know it!" If smiles could kill, Canada would be on the ground, dead, with bullets through his head and knife in his back.

Nations were purely terrified as the two had a staring-contest, and even Russia was getting nervous. Eventually, Canada blinked, and America turned away with a small smirk.

Germany flipped the page.

"It says the next chapter will be heavier and will explain why America acts like he does."

Countries started talking over the information, mulling over what secret meanings they could be implying. Ideas were traded, and opinions shared. People agreed to wait more though before making a judgment.

England suddenly his eyes.

"The only reason America is how he is is because he is a man-child, an unimportant, young, and rash, and a waste of space." England was practically voicing America's thoughts.

"He is unterally wor - " Russia pounced.

Ohhh, cliffhanger! What's gonna happen! I wanted to take the time to thank each and everyone of you here for reading! Remeber you are loved, and if you need to talk, I'm always here! Stay safe and until next time!