Facades [Hetalia AU]

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New York City, United States of America
Present time

A cup of steaming Café au lait sat silently on the light grey plywood desk as I scanned the never-ending stacks of paper works situated right next to me. I let out a discontented sigh, in response, wishing that I never chose to be a nation. Besides the piles of paperwork laying on the desk, I also need to keep my sanity intact throughout my years of immortality.

I deeply loathe being an immortal. I wished I was never born as one. Why can't I just be born like a normal human being who doesn't need to stay at this terrible and cruel world for hundreds of year? Why?

We, nations, are given the responsibilities to be the anthropomorphic personifications of our respective countries at birth. Our lives have always been manipulated to do whatever our leaders desired to do.

Each of us has fought in countless wars. From the fights for our independence to battle ideologies during the cold war. The memories of each war we fought consisting of the unimaginable horrors we somehow faced and painful deaths of our own citizens who were only small little pawns to the bittersweet victory.

Every single of the wars had the same result. The demolishment of peace that had perviously enveloped our citizens. We were contented being with ourselves. There were no reasons for other countries to meddle or intervene the situation only to make it a hundred times worse.

And the cycle repeats. History repeats itself, they say. It was the truth. Fights break out easily leading to war. Even when peace is settled through diplomacy and negotiations, they would find reasons to be not satisfied and fights will start again. Oh, God.

It was a while before nations would crumble to insanity, not able to stand the challenge of immortality. It was a miracle that they could be sane, to be able to still laugh and smile brightly, after all these years. It was a miracle that they could still act humane.

How nations interact with each other was an important part in keeping their sanity, Alfred noticed. Nations could only last for so long before the hidden emotions they keep silently explode and make them into a bitter snapped person. Humans are only temporary substitutes. A proper sincere interaction between nations is needed. Ranging from romance to family love.

It wasn't helping the way other nations treat other. There were some friendships happening between them. And from the looks of it, it was genuine and true. I wish those kind of friendships would happen to me. I mean, nobody want to be friend with the big bad United States of America.

We were asked to join the world wars and emerge as a global superpower. At the end we were blamed for all of the pathetic cause. Do you think that we actually wanted to join the war that killed countless of people from the human population? Do you think that we want to do inhumane acts by killing and torturing innocent and helpless people? We joined the war because we were bombed first in Pearl Harbor. A lot of my citizens were killed. So, to avenge my citizens I would join the allied forces. Back then, I couldn't control the hatred and anger boiling inside of me. I ended bombing Japan, a friend of mine, killing thousands of innocent people, even the children and families that does not participate in the war. 

In the end, they all blamed me for this foolish complication. They blamed me not only with my mistakes, but theirs! Why can't they just accept the fact that they weren't perfect and had some faults? Everyone make mistakes. Only God doesn't.