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America POV

I sigh contentedly as I walk through the school hallways. Stepping back into the building and looking into the classrooms brings me a thrill. Memories flood back to me, keeping me alert to how I came to this position. We all fought our own battles—Ukraine in her pool of blood, the group meeting in the janitor's office, India covered in slime. I giggle at the image of her dripping in neon-green slime, her white jeans smeared with red coloring. Jealousy made me do it. She touched what's mine.

As I turn the corner, I grimace at the room in front of me—the art room. It was here that I was deceived by my own brother and his friend Mexico. But if it weren't for this, I wouldn't have learned about his wrongs, his mistakes, his lies. Pretending to date Mexico was one part of his plan to get revenge against Russia, China, and me. The rest will remain a mystery because I completed his goal without his further devising.

He said we were a team and that we should always be honest with each other. He made an oath that we would stick together. But in reality, he used me for his own gain. He hated me when I was little, and now he sees me as a tool, a pawn in his chess game. But that pawn has reached the end of the board—and has come for revenge.

Although I will never understand Russia's protectiveness over his sister, I can understand how desperate Canada is for love—because our love as siblings was fake. It was a blind love where I put my trust in the wrong hands. His hands. We wanted real love, and here we found it, revealing latent secrets he kept buried six feet under.

Russia and China revived it.

The promise they made to me when they recruited me stuck with them, but I bet they had already begun looking into it before my proposal. My childhood seems foreign to me—a simple child, unbothered by others, who keeps to herself. She's not like me. I'm not like me. I have become cruel, ruthless, and relentless. I have become the monster Canada created me to be. Suffering is enjoyable. Pain is rewarded. Love is nonexistent.

Taking a deep breath, I step onto the platform leading up to the stage. Canada is already there. Although he seems composed, I can see right through him—his jaw clenched, his eyes darting through the crowd. His nervousness is subtle but recognizable—just what I wanted to see. He has no escape from what is about to come, and I made sure of it. We made sure of it.

Canada turns, our eyes locking. For a deafening, tension-filled three seconds, I push aside my hatred. Smiling at my brother, I make my way toward him. He smiles back, though it's strained with worry, while mine is carefree. I have already won, and he knows it.

Taking my eyes off him, I let them wander through the crowd. The chatter is loud, students debating amongst themselves about the candidates. Germany has just finished his speech for vice president and is sitting down with the rest of the participants. I frown when I see Russia sulking in the corner, watching something—or someone. I follow his gaze, finding China with his past friends from elementary school, chatting. Shaking my head, I grin. Russia's only jealous.

I continue looking around, finding Japan, Poland, and Ukraine. Ukraine seems to be out of it, constantly scanning the room for threats. Japan and Poland giggle over their phones like little teenagers. I'll have to ask China about the new drama—he seems to know everything that happens around here because of his connections.

Canada stands next to me. I pretend to keep looking at the crowd, ignoring him. He won't be irrational and fight me here. He wants to keep up his facade, though it's already fractured and leaking black liquid from his sick heart.

"Amy, may I speak to you after... this?" he asks cautiously, in a whisper.

Pressing my lips together, I look at Russia again, finding the strength to make a decision.