Playing the Fool

Chapter 6

Nodding numbly to what the doctor said, the blonde turned walking back into the room. The heart monitor in the center of the room was sounding more like a dub step track then a heart beat. Randomly stopping then speeding up, this along with the irregular breathing did not in anyway calm his nerves. Sitting down in a chair cross for the bed, Alfred F. Jones rested his head in his hands. 

"Why? Why did this have to happen, how could I have just let you go there alone, I should have been there... damn it... DAMN IT!"

Slamming his fist into the wall leaving a considerable hole, America's fist clenched to tightly his gloves torn open. Silent once more, he leaned back to rest his head against the wall. Eye's dull with grief, he bite his cheek to prevent from doing any thing else he might regret later. D.C. pale lifeless form was just another in a long line of his failures, at least thats what he felt.

"I should have been able to do more... but I'm just one man, Country or not there's still only one of me... that shouldn't matter I have duty to protect people, I can't keep failing like this! ...What else could I have done? I'm not a god, I can't prevent everything bad that's happening in the world... but that what everyone seems to believe, and I can't disappoint people I care about again... pleasing everyone in the world is an impossible task, why should I be the one who has to do it? Shouldn't someone else have done it by now? Why is it up to me, why must I get involved with everything? Because it's my duty as America, the land of the free!... Who am I kidding, I'm more the land of the universally hated idiots then the free. People just expect so much from me, and when I can't meet the exact thing they want they all instantly blame me for butting in and then sometimes band together to attack me for just trying to help... England was right, I'm still just a kid maybe a teenager by now. I just wish they'd stop excepting the impossible from me. Who am I kidding... that'll never happen. I can't even save my own Capital much less an entire world! ... I'm just so tired..."

Closing his eyes, America listened to the unsteady blips on the machines connected to D.C. The brunette had been poisoned by something while in Italy, or on the plane back. While normally attacking a countries capital was a announcement of war, America hadn't received to nor heard any declaration of wanting to fight or take him down yet. So it might have been a mistake... yet the amount of poison doctors found in D.C. bloodstream had been enough to take down a elephant or two at least so they must have know what the teen was. Or someone really wanted someone else dead and just missed hitting the polite capital instead... There were too many questions and not enough answers, maybe if America could track down the source of the poison he could answer a few questions. But where could he even start looking, was it even safe to tell the other countries of D.C.'s condition?

America didn't like not knowing, especially when it came to things about his own country. All he knew for sure was that one way or another he would find D.C.'s supposed killer, and hopefully before or if the capital breathed his finally breath. 

"Well, like it or not America, looks like your back in the game."

(To be continued...)