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Part 1

America POV

A tornado swirls in my head as I look at the bloody wall in front of me with a blank expression on my face. It's too much. They're too much. He's too much.

I stare and stare and stare. For how long? For what seems like an eternity! My mind races through the lies of my past. He said I was bullied for being chubby. Lie. He told me I was the golden child. Lie. He told me I was in a coma. Lie. He told me I was loved. Lie. He told me—he told me he kept nothing away from me. Lie.

And I was dumb enough to believe him.

I chuckle to myself, leaning against the walls marked with my blood. I wasn't loved. I was never loved. I was an outsider living under the same roof as him. I was the outcast, the rebel, the insignificant. I was nothing to them, but a thorn. I was born to prove that Canada and Confederate were the golden children.

As I was laughing to myself, I didn't even realize I was getting carried away from the treehouse. Not that I care. My brain is filled with more important revelations. Ones that I could never fathom.

My life is already messy and now it's even more chaotic. I could've never guessed Ukraine was the girl my brother was obsessed with all those years ago. I could have never thought the guy I met at the ball was Russia. I could have never guessed my childhood best friend was China. The broken glass is mending itself, but with cracks that I still must fill.

I want to be me: my true authentic self free from Canada's crafts.

Russia cups my face with his cold hands, bringing me out of my trance. His small gesture is oddly comforting and I lean into his hand. His eyes soften as he uses his thumb to wipe the tears that stream down my cheeks. "Америка," he whispers, looking me in the eyes. "Китай is going to take us to his place so you can relax. Is that fine with you?" I nod, sniffing. Father doesn't love me. Canada used me. I don't want Mom, Australia, or New Zealand to get involved and be victims of Father and Canada's wrath.

At least I have Russia and China.

Russia helps me into the car where China already is. He stares at me with sympathy, an emotion I've never seen in him. But most importantly, I see anger and hatred. Towards who? It's obvious. Canada.

"I don't care if Canada finds out you're with us anymore. He can go shoot himself," China grumbles as he starts the car once Russia gets in next to me.

"Китай!" Russia snaps as he hugs me close to him. "Apologize right now."

China's face morphs into a worried one as he turns to look at me, murmuring, "Sorry 美国."

I nod, finding comfort in Russia's arms. I snuggle up to him and it makes me think of all the good parts of my life: Mom, Australia, New Zealand; my friends, Taiwan, Israel, Poland, Germany, Japan, Vietnam (before she turned on me), Japan (to some extent); and my boyfriends.

Yeah. Boyfriends. That—that sounds right.

I sigh as I watch the houses pass by. It's still early in the morning and I'm already tired from all the information they fed me. What I need is a good nap. And Russia is going to be my pillow.

...

I feel myself getting lifted and carried away. I lazily look at where I'm going and find China leading the way down the hallway to his room. I yawn, closing my eyes again as I snuggle into Russia's chest.

A loud gasp could be heard, "I help you guys, but drugging her is way out of the contract!" My eyes open as I get pulled out of Russia's arms and into someone else. Taiwan?