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Apologies in advanced, but I'm here to talk about how shitty the last chapter was so I'm going to try to do better here so yeah, hope you enjoy.
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The door revealed the eco of the shadow among the light reflection of the moonlight. The shape was one of a man the countries knew very well, the same happy-on-going country with the Hollywood smile.
"Why are they here?" His voice was colder, and more tense. In fact his whole posture was tense at the sight of the beaten up countries who were on the floor of his home.
"Well you see, they disturbed a very special meeting dearest---" He raised his hand, and making the state back down in shame. His eyes traveled to the countries, who are in shock to see America in here.
"A-Alfred?" His voice was broken but that didn't stop his voice from speaking hope. His eyes shined with the tears that are threathing to fall.
"I have work to do. Make sure they don't remember anything understand me?" His voices echoed through the poorly light room. As he turn His back, he finally found the strength to speak.
"Alfred! No stop!" His back muscles tensed from hearing how weak he sounded. His eyes meet his. The same man he onced called brother.
Brotherfriendfamilytraitorstranger
Words on his head spinned, and spinned, his head was hurting again.
"I'm very sorry for your loss sir, but I'm not 'Alfred' my name is not to be spoken." His words stung, colder than his ice, colder then all the cold winters he spend alone tucked into isolation.
As he turned to leave, he gave a glaced and he could have sworn that he saw the most pittyful, guilty eyes he ever saw. He removed the image, he didn't need this. All he wanted was to go back from wherever he came from. All he wanted was some peace.
Was that you hard to ask too?
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A/N: OKAY explanation time! The reason why I never update this shut is because the main reason is that I'm a shitty lazyass person. And I don't know where to go through this story, but I'll still try to uodate at least once a lifetime.
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Eyes of an examerican[remake]
FanfictionAmerica is Dead. As been for many years, but Rome has different plans for the ex-American. Forced up from the dead and back to the living, Alfred now lives in plain sight, but he isn't America or Alfred anymore. After all, they both died.