Corruption of the Free {Book 1}

Chapter 10: Meeting with Putin

{~Titania-Chan: Okay, I will add a little detail here. I don't know much about the whole Trump-Putin thing. So if it's wrong, then please let me know. I was to lazy to check what exactly they were discussing.~}

Today's the day. My president will be meeting with Russia and his president, and of course, like a personification, they need to be there as well. All you need to do is stand straight next to your boss and look good, while he sits. You kinda stay like that for the entire time. They sometimes ask you to explain the whole situation to the person across the table.

I'm in the meeting room with a few other representatives around me, and of course, my boss. We waited till those big scary Russians to get here. A few moments after, actually, they came in. They got to there organized seats and began the meeting.

It was rather quick, actually. But Trump actually showed appreciation to that bastard. What was he thinking?!? I swear, he makes such a bad impressions of me. While I was standing, Russia was ahead of me, standing as well. We both stood there, not breaking eye contact. Of course, like always, he had that stupid smile and stupid scarf. It irritated me, a lot. I didn't know what he was thinking. Maybe the event in Spain? Of course he is. I didn't smile one bit, and the temperature around me dropped. I was cold, colder than Russia. My glare became harsher, and made Russia flinch. But not enough to wipe that smile of his damn face. I smirked cruelly, but my glare still present. He flinched again, but not enough to wipe of his little kid smile. I swear, he has a body of a bodyguard, but brains of 5-year old!
I sighed in defeat, knowing it can't be changed, but then my boss talked.
"America, I was thinking about having you be friends with Russia, so the relationship between you two will be settled." Trump smiled.
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What the actual f--!!??
"Tsk, like I would be friends with a commie bastard." I scoffed. I crossed my arms, not caring about the attention I was getting.
"Oh Amerika! But I assure you, Russia is very nice!" Putin chuckled. My personalities snapped.
I scoffed again, "Have you seen the guy?! He isn't nice!! He is also literal evil!! Pure evil!! He's evil personified!! That's why he is so lonely!! No one wants to be near him!! He deserves his fate for being the devil!! Strength comes with a price, and loneliness was his!! Ever since his birth!!"
"Comrade I-"
"My strength came with a price!! Mine was hatred!! But I had to live and deal with it!! You should do the same to!! Your unfair Russia. An unfair country, wanting allies, wanting friends, even if you are blessed enough with power. You will never get them. You'll stay lonely forever."
After my rant was over, silence was the only thing. No one moved or breath. My anger cooled down by the silence, but that was disturbed.
I started to hear sniffling. My eyes widened, and I looked across the table. It was Russia, who was in tears. I can see he tried to hide them. Putin and some of his representatives rushed over him to comfort him, while Trump and my representatives glared at me.
"That was completely unacceptable, young man. I don't like your attitude lately. You made the nation cry,"
"Tsk, good. He deserved the truth anyways." I crossed my arms.
"He and the others didn't realize how much I cried before because of them." I muttered.

I can't believe them. It was simple, they started a little conversation, got to know each other a bit, talked about alliances, Trump offered being friends, Putin accepted, now I have to be friends with the commie bastard!! Obviously, I won't be friends him. And never will. If he thinks I'll show mercy, he'll have to wait decades. They were laughing at me for decades, and this is what I get?! Oh, super Russia fun time! Oh! Friends with good ol' Russia! Years of teasing, abusing, and laughing, and we all just want to be friends, America!
This is stupid. Absolutely stupid. Even if I did, my boss will make me befriend most of the other countries. So I won't start that. I already cut off all interactions with them. My factories got to work. I won't be receiving any product from the outside world. We will start making everything. The only interactions I'll make is with Italy, and my parents. My parents will send furniture, and Italy will send food to my country. People can still go in and out of my country. I'm not taking away their independence.
I told my boss to stop every single cargo ship heading to my country, and every single interaction. He asked why, but I didn't answer him. I just told him not to cut off Italy, Sweden, and Finland. Easy enough.
Sometimes I do get curious though. I sometimes wonder what the others are doing. Especially Mattie.

"Tsk, you don't need him!"

"Yeah.. I guess so..."

"No no! It's alright to be curious! Your siblings!"

"Hmm.. You got a point.."

"Don't listen to that angelic brat on your left shoulder, America. What you need is isolation! It makes everybody happier!"

"Don't listen to the demon, America! Listen to the good side!"

I watched as the little figures sitting on my shoulders arguing. I suddenly shook my head, and they both disappeared.

My god... I either need to drink something quick or therapy....

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Titania-Chan: You know in shows, you see these small angels and demons sitting on your shoulders and arguing. That's basically what happened with America.