Hell.

Prologue - Y!Trump x Uke! America

America's POV
  "America get up. I'm hungry..."

"America..."

"America, you piece of shit! Wake the hell up and cook me something, you homo. "

'But you had sex with me..'  I thought to myself.

  I sighed and sat up, leaning over the side of the bed. I wish I never woke up. I wish that this was a dream. Why? Why did this have to happen to me ? Is this man even American ? Is he even from earth?  Sigh..

"America, make me breakfast right now, before I take your ass at the next world conference!" Donald threaten.

I immediately hopped out of bed and headed towards the bathroom to clean myself up from last night's activities.
'Who the hell am I anymore?' I thought as I looked into the mirror, running a frail hand through my golden blonde locks.

"Don't forget the wig, bitch. We're going somewhere today." Donald added, getting up from the bed and heading downstairs to take an aspirin.

  I rolled my eyes and waited for him to exit the room. Look stared at myself in disgust in the mirror, watching as the tears welled up in my eyes. Sob.. I began to shake uncontrollably, grabbing fistfuls of my hair and yanking it.

"WHY ME?!" I screeched as I slung my hand across the bathroom counter top, knocking over a variety of sex toys and lube.  After 2 minuets, I eventually calmed down from my tantrum and ran a hand through my hair, and placing on my glasses.

I grabbed my antidepressants from the medicine cabinet and took the last one that rested in the bottle, placing it in my mouth. I turned on the faucet and drank water from it, because fuck life. Fuck me. That's what he did to me.  He fucked me. America.

And he's going to fuck me for the next for years..

"Alfred, come here bitch! I want pancakes!"

Sigh....fuck my life.

(A/N)
This is my first story ever. I feel like its shit. My contacts are drying in my eyes. ;-;
I'm going to edit this and make it better later. I'm just tired & I felt that I should put my ideas down.