Corrupted (DISCONTINUED)

Chapt. 6 - Unstoppable Habit

•Edited•
•Pre-Edited•

(It's been America's POV :), forgot to tell you.)
•~Time Skip~•

"Oi little bro! Dinner's ready!!" I looked at the food I made. I'm not an excellent cook like my brother, but definitely better than England. He wouldn't be able to make a proper meal if he were needed to save himself. Let's just say my cooking was decent.

Canada heard my calls from the living room, and comes in looking a bit tired. "Everything alright?" I asked. He shook his head and whispered, "I'm just exhausted." I nodded my head knowing his situation.

He notices the food and quickly plops down on a chair and eats hungrily. Maybe he wasn't able to avoid jet lag? Or maybe he just didn't eat and get enough sleep?

I looked down at him and watch. Canada looks at me, then starts slowly eating. A bit more cleaner and proper this time. "O-Oh sorry for staring, you don't need to be so formal." I reassured. I understand why people get so self concious when other people watch them eat. Trying to avoid being judged. He smiles up at me and continues eating. "So how's the country lately?" I asked. He looks up at me, "Doing better, but a little rough turns here and there. Same with you?" I hummed at him with agreement. "He was right when being a country is hard." I muttered. "Pardon?" He raises an eyebrow. I shake my head, "Nothing."

I leave him to eat by himself and walk back upstairs to my room. I don't really eat alot like what other people think. They just can't understand how McDonald's is my confort food. It isn't the only thing I eat.

That just gives me another idea. I sit down on my chair and pull out pencil. I turn to a nice clean page and write,

"Hypocrites,

The countries are always laughing and judging me. They think they're a higher class. That's just stupid. They're all hypocritical. England has too much pride, Russia is no better than mental, France is so self-centered, and China isn't as mature as he thinks. Canada can be a bit blind to understand the situation sometimes though. They say I eat too much, well are they me? No. Are they the ones suffering with other issues that involve guns, conflicts, murders, and bloodbaths? No. They say I'm a disgrace for a nation. Did I ask to be one? No. They're brainless idiots, I'm betting you."

I closed the journal and stare at it for a while. My only source of happiness. Only source of joy.

Knock knock

I shove the notebook out of sight and look towards the door. It was silent for a while, until I heard the knocking again. "Come in!" I called. The door creaks open and my brother's head pops in. "U-Um, I finished my food and washed my plate so you don't need to worry... T-The food was also really good, thanks." Canada whispers. "No problem little bro! Anything for you anyways!" I smiled. He nods, smiling as well. He leaves the room, and his footsteps fades as he walks farther from my room.

If he found out about this he'd definitely laugh. He would mock me, but he wouldn't really reject me... hopefully.

But he would take away my journal.

My precious journal, my only understander. Because of this journal my life has become happier. This journal holds all my secrets. From birth to now. It holds my desires, my creations. My friends are my words, this journal has all of it.

I take it out of its hiding spot, which was stuffed under some papers. I stare at its simple cover, but full of meaning. I open to a new and blank page, feeling the page and its sensation it offers.

My mouth curls into a smile, "Don't worry, they won't take you away from me." I whisper silently to myself. Most were meant for me though. I calm myself down and try to stop my anxiety from bursting out of me. The thought of my journal, full of my secrets, being read by the nations.

I'd kill to prevent that.

I continue for a good 15 minutes, not knowing about my brother's presence.

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America's journal revealed. (IT'S  T H I C K)