Eyes Every Where (Countryhumans)

~°* A mother's hate *°~

TW:// Neonatal death, child death

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(NOTE: This is NOT the same child that Mexico is pregnant with, but was another child)

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America was looking down on a crib. Staring at the crib he thought to himself.

"She went through hell just to find out that what she got was gone. It's just not fair how the results came last minute. He was gone." As he looked up at the window he thought to himself about the time he lost someone. This baby's death was nothing new to him since he saw death itself. It's cold, empty, silent, frightening, but yet relaxing, and comforting. He closed his eyes to remember the lost child, but then a memory came, a memory he wished would never come back to haunt him but comes back like a bullet train.

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Memory
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"Shut the fuck up! I don't care what you say leave my brother out of this!" Someone yelled.

"Well if you and your brother didn't act like little entitled rats we wouldn't be in this argument in the first place!" Another country shouted back to the other country. America was in his bed closing his eyes tight trying to forget everything. Wishing that he and his brother would go back home with his dad. His older brother kept arguing with his mother.

"Please stop fighting. Please stop fighting." He cried in a quiet voice.

Then a gunshot was heard. The younger country stopped talking. America went to see what was going on. In shock and horror he saw what he wished he never saw.

His brother was bleeding on the ground. His eyes open in shock and horror. Then the country shot a few more times.

"Sale gosse stupide. J'aurais aimé ne jamais t'avoir donné naissance! (Stupid brat. I wish I had never given birth to you!)." The country murmured. Then the country looked at America.

"Go to bed. I'm taking your brother to the emergency room." The country said. America quickly went to bed. He  looked at the other bed across his room. He was only thinking about what happened. He tried to forget and thought of what his brother would do. He closed his eyes and tried not to cry. He was trying to think that it was just a nightmare. He was really tired and had to skip dinner. He went to sleep remembering that he can escape to his father's house.

Later...

America woke up from the warm sunlight. As he opened his eyes he looked across his room. His brother wasn't there. Then he moved to the side of the bed across the wall staring at the room.

"So it wasn't a dream after all." He whispered to himself." As he went to do his daily morning routine he thought of something.

"Why did mom kill him? Did he do something bad. He has never done anything bad. Canada has always done the bad stuff; yet he gets off the hook easily." When he finished doing his daily routine. He went to take the garbage out. While walking to the garbage. He saw his mother outside. She was looking at the house. He wanted to ask what was going on he wanted to stop, but his body couldn't. After he took the trash to the trash can he tried to go back inside but was stopped by his mother's voice.

"If I were to tell you about the biggest mistake I have ever made in this hellhole called reality; then everything you know would be shattered. There is no point trying to find light if everything is covered in darkness." His mother said. She looked back at the house and then walked inside.

America after putting the trash where it belongs, he went inside his room and looked at everything. He closed his eyes.

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Reality
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When America opened his eyes he felt something warm. It was something but he would never find out what it is..

And that is motherly love...