America the Mysterious (United States of America #1.5)

Through My Eyes (Part 17)

*Requested by Konataya*

The next morning finally came, and, low and behold, America was back to normal, dressed in her normal dark blue buttoned blouse and skirt and black high heels. She was also, as usual, the first to the meeting room, and, just as the nations predicted, she was not happy.

And that feeling was directed at not just England, but everyone in the room.

Upon receiving that look, everyone froze, unable to move and unsure of what to say to explain themselves.

"You have ten seconds to say something and explain, or I will drag you to the sea, tie you to a rock, and throw you into the ocean," America threatened.

The threat seemed to snap them out of their stupor, because immediately the nations took their seats and tried to explain themselves.

"Speak so I can understand you!" America snapped, clearly not in the mood to be patient right now.

"Vhat do jou vant us to say Amerika?" Germany asked, and had you been paying close attention to him, you'd have noticed the sweat running down his face.

"Did you see everything?" America asked lowly. "Everything?"

"N-Nein, not everyzhing," Germany admitted with a stutter. "Just some important eras."

""Important eras" you say?" America asked, before sighing in frustration. "Well, I have no reason to not believe you, but I'm afraid I can't let you off the hook, England."

Now the nations who were (hopefully) redeemed felt terrible for the British representative, who was now quivering in his seat, looking at anything but America.

"I-I have no idea what you mean," he stammered.

"If you do, then why are you shaking in your seat and pale to the face?" Before England could answer, America was by his seat, and she grabbed his ear, dragging him out the door. Although the male nation mouthed "Help me!" to the other nations, no one moved, even when the door closed between the pair.

Then, they heard,

"You good-for-nothing bastard!" America screamed from the other side of the door. "You just had to go ahead and be reckless did you?!"

"Ame--Ow! Bloody hell, I'm sorry!" England.

"You're sorry?! Oh I'll show you sorry!" The nations flinched when they heard England's pained screams from the other side, but even still they didn't move from where they were standing, knowing they would be asking to join England if they did so.

Though, note to self: Never piss off Emily F. Jones, the United States of America, and the mother of fifty-one children.

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Nearby, in their respective  homes, each and every one of said children shivered in fear and pity, and they knew their mother was doing something painful to England, and he was going to be traumatized for a long time now.

Though, none of the states felt terrible enough to actually give their condolences to the man, in fact they were pretty satisfied about it, Maine and even Washington D.C. most of all.

Speaking of Maine, the guy was chopping wood with a vigor of a demon, a malicious and a grin that stretched all the way to his ears. His eyes also glowed with a dark light that sent shivers through the spines of all his siblings.

And right now, he was giggling like a madman, satisfied to very fiber of his bones.

But still, it was good that their mother was back to normal. Well, as normal as she could ever be.

Finally! I'm done with Through My Eyes, but still, I must thank Konataya for giving this idea to me, for it was very fun to write about. So, thank you very much for suggesting this! Hope you're having a good day today!