America the Mysterious (United States of America #1.5)

Through My Eyes (Part 6)

*Requested by Konataya*

The first time America came to a meeting, it was just days after she went through her War of 1812 faze, and even still, she avoided Canada and England like they were the plague.

Hell, she refused to even spare one glance at them.

She was wearing a dark blue and simple dress, a dress you would see in the 1800's, but without the corset and other death traps women were expected to wear during that time period. However, her hair was kept up in a brown bonnet, and nothing else.

When she arrived at the meeting, America tensed. Literally tensed. From here, she truly looked like she'd rather be anywhere but here, especially with England and Canada nearby.

However, soon she forced herself to relax, but her guard was still up. "Am I in the right room?" she asked.

"J-Ja, jou are," Germany confirmed, not sure of what to make of this form of America. He took note that she was sickly pale, and when she took her seat, she stayed as far away from England and Canada as she could, ignoring their looks of hurt.

Of course, Germany didn't know who to feel pity for.

Even still, if he was America and a father, he would be just as reluctant to be in the same room as the people who performed the unforgivable deed of harming his children.

"Ve~ It's nice to meet you America!" Italy chirped, rushing over to her, only to flinch away when America backed away, her hand on her hidden revolver. Immediately, Italy took out his white flag and surrendered to her, shaking uncontrollably.

America kept her gun trained on Italy. "How do you know my name?" she asked, her voice dangerously low.

"V-Ve...England and Canada have..." Italy whimpered, and for the first time, America looked at said nations, except her glare was filled with so much malice that automatically the two nations wished she continued ignoring them.

"Damn you..." she growled. "First, you had to hurt my family, and now you let the other nations of all people know of this? You goddamn fools!"

Once more, England and Canada winced, trying to make themselves as small as possible.

"Amerique, it's not zheir fault--"

"Stay out of this France! This has nothing to do with you!" America shouted, aiming her revolver at the nation, and quickly he held up his hands, not wanting to create a problem that could end poorly.

"I don't care what reason you have of telling these people of what you have done, and I bet you've boasted about what you've done with a smile on your face, isn't that right?" America asked, a bitter laugh escaping her.

"That's not--"

A boom erupted in the meeting room, and immediately the nations who were near the source took cover, while the others jumped and froze in pure fear.

America had shot at the area next to England's head, missing him by inches. England stood, frozen in place as he stared at America with horrific shock.

"Shut. Up," America growled. "I don't want to hear your petty excuses. After all, that's all you've given me throughout my life, and I don't expect anything different from you, so don't bother trying to protect yourself. The only reason I'm here and dealing with you is because I have a job to do, so let's pretend we never had this conversation and get to work. But let this serve as a warning for you. I have no problem in wiping your wasteful existence off the face of the earth if I must, and it will just make for one less person to have to worry about."

England, pale as ash, looked like he wanted to respond to that, but Canada pulled him down. The latter had his head bowed the entire time, his entire posture screaming defeat. Satisfied that she didn't get another response, America sat back down, and nodded to Germany, her professional and calm outlook coming back.