Corruption of the Free {Book 1}

Chapter 3: Stereotypes and Regrets

{~I have a little HeadCannon: America has Personality Disorders, he can be charming, insane, obnoxious, murderous, quiet, and other things like that. It's like a whole new person takes over in the back of his mind. And once he goes back to his "real personality", he doesn't remember a thing. But he has an issue, he doesn't even know which one is the "real personality".~}

It's already been a few weeks, and the meeting in Spain is in two days. I'm already on the plane, because I wanted to get there early for a change. The incident with Florida is calming down, he's already acting like nothing happened. But lately, I've been thinking about what the others think about me. Mostly what Europeans think of Americans. They think they're obnoxious, fat, and gun crazy people. Yes they are right for that, but they forgot about the other Americans. The ones that are quiet, skinny, and kind. Those that are smart, average, and well behaved.
The countries and their people are all listening to stereotypes, and I hate that.
They put down most of my people, despise them, laugh at them. I really hate that. My people are like my family, even if they aren't American. I even appreciate the Europeans that live in my country, but only the ones that appreciate being under my flag and respect the people.
I wonder what would happen if I let another one take over. No, I can't let that happen.

{~Your at the Land of Tomatoes~}

I made it to my hotel room, and look around. It is very patriotic looking, which is what I like. I put my bag on the floor, because I couldn't put it on the table. Speaking of table, the only thing on it is candies and burgers. I frowned at that.
Is this the only thing he thinks I eat? What about the fruits? What about the apple pie? What about the peaches?
I saw a note on top and reached for it.

Try not to finish everything in one day. Be grateful puta, it's not easy getting this much candy in one place.
Listen to Spain Amerique, you might not even be able to get out of the door.
Don't even try to eat it, you bloody git.

~Spain, France, and England

I sighed and crumpled the note and threw it across the room. Is this what those three think? I only eat this food if I'm in a hurry, or when I'm busy and I need a quick snack. OR WHEN YOUR BUSY WITH PAPERWORK YOUR DUMB PRESIDENT GIVES YOU, AND YOU CAN EVEN MAKE A SINGLE CUP OF COFFEE.
I pushed of everything from the table and slammed my fist hard on it. I should relax and head downstairs. I'm in the mood for caffeine.
I made it in the lobby and saw a couple countries scattered around the place. Some were talking to each other, some, were flirting, some were getting into fights. I shook my head and told myself to focus. I walked to a little table near the front desk, and poured some coffee from a kettle that was already there. It was free coffee, but in America, nearly everything is free, cuz I'm free. I smiled at my little joke, then somebody tapped on my shoulder.
"Hey broha! Vhat are jou doing?" Prussia smiled. He was dragging Denmark by his wrist. He seemed slightly annoyed, but Prussia didn't care at all.

"Hi Prussia, I see you dragging a wild Danish slaughter man." I smiled. Calling him a slaughter man was just nickname. All three of us are deadly strong. Me for being the first to make nuclear weapons, Prussia for being centuries old and faced war more than ever, and Denmark, who's just... Well.. Denmark. He's also deathly strong.
We, of course cover our strength. We would rather use a mask so we wouldn't be monsters. Prussia is very serious and intimidating in the inside. But is covered by a loud obnoxious Prussian, who keeps declaring their "awesomeness". Denmark is very strong and shows no mercy. But is covered with a partying Danish dude, loving his beer.
Then there's me. The world's number one superpower, the young nation that is capable of destroying Russia under 1 hour, and I'm possibly capable of destroying the world in under 24 hours.
We are all dangerous as hell.
"So, we were thinking about eating some of the Spanish cuisine in a restaurant downtown, want to go?" Denmark asked. I didn't feel hungry actually, so I shook my head. They both looked kinda upset, but understood me. I watched as they walked out of the hotel. I looked down at the cup and realized it was empty. I threw it at a nearby trash can and walked towards the elevator.
While I was waiting, I noticed the devil playing his games. Out of no where, Russia walked towards the elevator.
"What are you doing, commie bastard?" I growled. I looked over at him, and noticed a so called innocent smile.
"I was just going back up to my room, I expect you doing the same."
I sighed but slowly nodded. The doors opened and we walked inside again together.
"How is you president doing, fredka?"
"He's crap, but at least he's better than that girl."
"I heard he wanted to build a wall."
"Yea, but he doesn't realize how much money it costs. I'm already losing enough money."
He nodded his head.
Once the door opened once again, I realized it was my floor. Before I left, I decided to change a bit. I looked back at Russia and smiled. A real smile. He seemed to notice, and smiled as well. The elevators closed again.
I walked to my room and opened the door. I noticed all the junk still lying on the floor. Why the heck am I doing nothing, I need to clean this.
Once I placed everything back on its table, I sighed. I turned back to my bag, which just stayed on the floor miserably. I picked it up and lightly threw it on my bed. I walked into the bathroom and explored around it for a while, but that didn't seem to take so long. I should've gone with Denmark and Prussia, even if I wasn't that hungry, I could've at least join them for company. Now I'm just here, walking around the room, with nothing else to do. I should've came later though, maybe then, I wouldn't be so early. If I were late, once I got here, the meeting would most likely start very soon. But if you came early, you would have to much spare time.
My head started hurting. "I had enough of regrets, I need a rest..." I muttered. I sat on the bed and placed a hand on my forehead. My headache got worse, but I need to get over it. I should calm down and breathe.
Once my headache calmed down, at least a little bit, I decided to take a nap. Nobody would mind anyways.

{~I bring to you some scones #<(^w^)>#~}

Titania-Chan: The scones are burnt if you can't tell... And censored...
By the way... Yay! Very short and crappy chapter! I wasn't even the creative or imaginative type to begin with! But doesn't want to stop and needs serious help!
This chapter is actually talking about a pretty common thing going around. People believe in so many stereotypes, and it hurts. Especially the American ones. I'm not even one, but it still offends me. The regretting thing actually reminds me a bit of my depression. At least one of us go through it once in our lives. We start isolating ourselves from people, and start regretting so many memories. You sometimes even regret your existence. But that happens to me often. I started becoming paranoid about my surroundings. So this chapter revolves on both Regrets and Stereotypes. But this isn't the last chapter that involves the subjects.

{~Personal HeadCannon: Whenever a personification cries, it rains in their country. Poor England.~}