FAT (Being rewritten)

Part 9

          Americas P.O.V -warning-some mean words in this chapter.Also a doodle of America too.
Once inside I head straight to my room and drop on the bed.Im worn out.Sleep finds me shortly fortunately.

I open my eyes to see the other country's.We in a park I guess,and we're doing normal stuff.Like talking and eating.I don't eat anything though.Its all peaceful and fun.Though when I tone into their conversations they start calling me things that are sadly true.They call me a fat ass,faggot,pig and other nicknames.I don't what to do,or say back,since it's the truth.The names said by England hurt the most.I start sobbing and screaming.To get out.To wake up.To stop.They hurt like a thousand knives stabbing me in the stomach.It stays like that for what it feels like hours.I hate it.I hate me.

I wake up crying.The words were true,and I can't deny it.I curl up into a ball wrapping the warm blanket around me.The blanket was a eagle,my favorite and national animal.Its my favorite blanket really.I stop shedding tears and just look at the wall.5:21PM.Im going to assume I spent at least 3~4 hours playing in the snow.I slept for 8 hours.Great.I stay there in bed for a couple more minutes calming myself down,and get up from the bed and find England on the sofa.He drinking some teased reading.Typical Britain.I sigh and flop down on the blue sofa.He changed into a gray t-shirt and sweatpants."Had a good rest?"I think about it.I don't want to stress about my nightmare,so I lie about it."just fine.The greatest sleep I've had in the week"I say trying to sound upbeat.Im not sure if it works since he has a uneasy expression on his face."If you had any bad dreams or anything you can tell me"He states."Why tell me that?"I ask."Because you were crying in your sleep"He heard me?I bet I looked shocked,since he pulls me into a hug.He smells of tea and roses."You don't need to tell me what the,nightmare was about yet,just don't be affected by it okay love?"I blush at the nickname.After a moment a silence I interrupted it by saying "alright"I remain in place before decided the hug was going on for too long and sit back down next to Iggy.I wonder if I should tell him about everything,though I quickly dismiss the idea.I could never tell him what was I doing.He'll probably try to stop me and become worried about me.I can't do that to Arthur.Ill just get fat again too.I start to lean on Artie and play with my hair.What if Arthur really thought I was fat.That thought hurts me than any injury will.He probably does,ugh,why do I have to be so ugly and fat.Why can't I be beautiful and skinny.I stop thinking about me and try to think of other things since it starts to make me tearful.I don't want to cry in front of Arthur.

An -wow,finally some ukus fluff in,I'm planning to make the next chapter in some of England's point of view,I'll try to post it as soon as I can!Also,I fixed some grammar mistakes cause it was bugging me.