America was in a panic. He told them, no not really, that was Alfred. Alfred told them their big secret that was never meant to be spoken.
And yet he was here. Staring at the mirror, he tried to remember the last time he was like this, was it in the 2015 accident or was it in the Revolution? I couldn't remember anymore. Memories were cluster, trying to blend with each other. He couldn't remember his own name sometimes.
He hated himself, mostly for being so weak. The countries knew, they knew that he was weak. How the world would have a laugh at that. He tried to remember and not get his memories mixed up with his.
He while himself off those thoughts. That was in the past, almost five years ago. Five? Wasn't it Seven? America was fine, everything was fine, so there is no need to panic. The citizens well panic as well if he was just calm.
Every breath he tried to take seemed to do the opposite of what he needed. He room was becoming smaller, he needed to get out of this place. Disappear completely for another five years before he could see another living soul again.
He tried standing up the floor seemed to like him though. The noises were muffled. Like being underwater, and he couldn't breath through the screams of his demons in the head. He was strong! He was a superpower for fuck's sake! He was the United States Of America. He enchanted those words in repeat on his head. He halls seemed more smaller and smaller as we walked through them.
He closed his eyes for a second, the mind was too chaoic, too much noise.
What a boring meeting....
A cold shiver was send flying through his body. No that wasn't the voice, the voice was dead, locked away in the darkess put of his mind.
I just wish we could have more fun than last time, don't you think Alfred?
He shoke his head. He was dead! He killed him! He began to shake how could he be alive? After all this time?
Why don't we crash the meeting again?
He shoke his head, falling to the ground. They were his family! He would kill for them, why couldn't they see? His eyes became more heavy, he's breathing water. His hands were cold, too cold.
No, no, no why now? Why now?
A dark chuckle came from his mouth. Tears spilled down, he wasn't strong enough like last time. Why?
What a miserable existences you have
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Veteran's day
FanfictionRemembering the graveyard of ghost that Alfred carries, it never eases nor will it ever end. He gladly accepted it. No matter what he still smiles and waves, never quite understanding the heavyweight of until he is found suffocating under the weight...
