America the Mysterious (United States of America #1.5)

Through My Eyes (Part 15)

*Requested by Konataya* *WARNING: Suggestive themes, blood, and violence ahead*

Oh god.

Oh good god.

Every nation in the meeting room watched with wide, horrified eyes at a certain person who just limped into the room. She truly looked like she went to Hell and back, as her clothes were completely drenched in blood, which was dripping onto the floors under her, there were recent wounds (horrible wounds) on her person, and her eyes, oh god her eyes.

Her eyes looked like a dead person's, so lifeless and dull, but when they landed on Afghanistan, they immediately switched to pure rage. Her mouth was also hanging open slightly, allowing a few drops of blood to escape and run down her chin. All in all, she looked like the devil incarnate, about to bring Hell itself to Earth.

And that was exactly what she did with Afghanistan.

Very quickly, she was in front of the nation, staring at him. Afghanistan shivered in complete fear in his seat, unsure of where to run or who to ask for help. Then, just as fast, America's hand went to his throat, and she then lifted him off the ground without a problem, crushing his windpipe.

She brought him closer to her face. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't snap your bony little neck," she growled, tightening her grip. "One. Good. Reason."

Afghanistan, of course, couldn't speak. Any sound he could make was choked whimpers and shallow breaths. He clawed at America's hands, desperate for one gulp of air, but the woman didn't even budge.

"Do you realize what you've done?" she asked, still growling. "Can you tell me how many people in total were killed because of your petty group of devils?"

Afghanistan once more couldn't answer.

"2,996 people you bastard, all of them working men, women, and even children! Give me one reason why I shouldn't wipe your harmful existence off the face of the earth!" She started to squeeze harder now, getting closer to destroying Afghanistan's windpipe. Saliva was now running down the latter's chin, and he began to fall limp.

"America, please stop ve!" Italy, being the ever peace-seeking person, wrapped an arm around America's other arm, ignoring the blood as best he could. However, in her current mood, America wasn't going to listen to reason.

"Get off me!" she screamed, throwing Italy away from her, and he would've hit the wall with tremendous force had Germany not caught him and took the blow for him.

The other nations were paralyzed from seeing the ever so calm America in such a mood. Sure they had seen her in an enraged mood, but never to this extent. She was so enraged that she refused to listen to reason, being so overwhelmed with emotion that she couldn't think straight. How were they supposed to calm this America without inflicting harm upon themselves?

However, the next person to try and stop her was Mexico, whose strength rivaled America's and, despite Spain's pleas, ran over to her and pinned her down, forcing her to release Afghanistan.

"America, you need to stop!" he yelled over his sister's enraged and sorrowed screaming. The sound tore at his heart, but he refused to let go, knowing that if he did his sister would do something that she would regret later. "America, listen to me! Think of New York, think of Virginia, Pennsylvania! They need you right now! Think of your children!!"

That caused America to freeze, and even from where he was Mexico could see the conflict in her eyes. Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates with horror and realization, and mixed feelings passed through her eyes. She clearly wanted to kill Afghanistan, but the thought that she abandoned her children was dominating her previous feelings.