America the Mysterious (United States of America #1.5)

Through My Eyes (Part 11)

*Requested by Konataya*

Thankfully, America was out of her Cold War faze by the next meeting, but unfortunately, she was still in bad spirits.

Reason being was because it was apparently sometime after the day the Civil Rights activist, Martin Luther King. Jr, was assassinated. America had clearly had her share of mourning, but she still was in a poor mood. She was dressed in a black gown, wore a black hat that came with a matching veil, black heels, long black gloves, and carried a bouquet of roses. She also appeared to be deprived of sleep, as there were dark shadows under her eyes and her skin was pale.

Next to her, Georgia quietly leaned against her shoulder, also dressed in black. Mother and son were emotionless and too quiet, which was creating a tension within the room that, if possible, would drown the nations.

No one was informed of this, but King was great friends with America and Georgia after meeting them. America agreed with the man's views, but she warned King of the incoming problems his cause would bring.

Even still, King went along with his views, telling her, "That is a risk I'm willing to take Miss."

Coretta was so lucky to have a man like him as her husband, and his children were just as lucky to have him as their father.

Eventually, the pressure in the room was too much for most of the nations, and they had to leave. However, some stayed, and watched as the mother and son quietly spoke to each other.

"He's in a better place Mama," Georgia whispered to her, clearly struggling not to cry.

"I hope so my son," America whispered back. "He deserves a place in Heaven, alongside God. He was too good for this world. Why is always the good people who die early, like Lincoln?"

Georgia didn't answer.

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Later, America was found placing the bouquet on King's memorial, her eyes now unleashing quiet tears. She then baptized herself, before bowing her head in prayer. She stayed like that for a long while, before she stood and began to perform a dance, one so sorrowful that those who saw her couldn't help but cry.

Many nations had followed her and when they saw her face, pain struck their hearts. Her eyes held so much sorrow and grief, clearly a woman who lost someone who meant so much to her. She danced gracefully, but she didn't bother hiding that sorrow from her body language, and if she heard the nations quietly sobbing, she ignored them. She then started to sing in a Native American language, and of course only Canada could understand what she was saying.

Can you ever forgive me

Oh dear one to my heart?

Can you ever forgive my failure to help you?

To protect you from early doom?

Are you happy now with the goddess?

I hope you are

for you deserve that happiness.

And yet,

you leave behind a world that loves you,

who misses you.

You even left me behind,

in a world that hates her very existence.

Is it alright if I can be selfish for once?

Just this once,

can I ask you to stay with me?

Or am I too much of a curse to stay for?

Am I the cause for your death?

Then I guess I deserve this.

Then, can you ever forgive me?

My loving friend?

My faithful citizen?

My beautiful soul?

Can you forgive your foolish country?

Do you still care for me?

Please say you do,

and say you're happy with Mother Gaia.

That is all I ask of you,

my dearest friend.

Rest in peace,

now and forever more.

After finishing, America went to her knees and silently bowed her head again, where she would say until one of the states took her away.

Even after the nations went home that day, America's haunting dance and song was still playing in their head, even when they went to sleep.