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Canada and I walk towards the bed, the journal in my left hand. We both sit down and I flip to the first page. "Here, this is the first passage." I hand him the book, "This is about 2 years old."
He nods and starts reading my very first entry. "M-May I read it aloud?" He asks, a bit nervous. I nod my head, at least he asked permission.
"May 17, 2016
Alright, uhm.
My name is Alfred F. Jones, in human terms. But I am the living personification of the U.S., I would say America. But that's like walking up to someone and saying "Hi, my name is Europe!" So I prefer saying U.S. instead.
My therapist, Mr. Cruz, said it would be a good idea to right down my strongest thoughts and emotions. He said it was like spilling a few tears.
My expectations for this practice isn't too high though. But why not?
Today for the W.M. we did our normal presentations like always. A bit of teasing, laughing, back-talking, side-comments, and fights. Like it changes anyway.
Why are countries so cruel? We don't even need to have these meetings if they learn to cooperate with each other.
Sometimes I wonder how it all started. I remembered one of my very first world meetings. It was very nice actually. The countries weren't bitter and cruel, but welcomed and congratulated me. They were surprised about how young I was, especially when I beat my former colonizer.
Colonizer is what I call him from now on. I would say big brother or father, but my feelings changed when he left me alone for years. He only found me and colonized me, this is the only thing I am grateful for.
When he fed me or spent little time with me, I never thanked or showed any signs of appreciation for.
He only paid alot of mind to me if I made a mistake.
England has alot of work to do if he wants to gain my respect. My true respect.
People are so blind. Can't seem to see through a mask, can they? Obnoxious and annoying little thing aren't I? I can't read the atmosphere? They think they could know me by looking at me and judging my actions and think they're right? People aren't books. They need to understand that other people can't just claim that they know another person by action and words. They don't know their backstories. What happens when they're not around.
Words are one of the strongest weapons we had ever since the beginning of mankind.
Those who can ignore negative words and not give a damn about other people's thoughts should be some of the strongest people spiritually.
By reading this passage you might think I am one of those people. But to be honest, I'm kinda inbetween the line.
I am not ignoring them, because I can't. And I can't do anything about it. Because over the years, after hearing the same thing over and over again, my mind is starting to go numb and lifeless."
Canada stops reading and looks back up at me. "A-America, I never-" I scoffed, cutting him off, and looked at him dead in the eyes. "I honestly don't care about your thoughts right now, Canada. Either keep reading or out of this house taking your day off elsewhere." I growled. First he comes asking for my home for a little vacation. Next he's reading my private journal.
Which shouldn't even be read in the first place!!
Oh shut it will you?!
I glanced at the clock, which read 8:47 P.M.
I read the flipping of pages and looked back at Canada, who was reading a few other passages. Oh dear god, he'll see my drawings. He'll be horrified.
"America, which page was the drawing you should me earlier." He whispers. I snatched the journal, which surprises him, and harshly flip the pages.
Where's that god damn drawing?! Since this little misbegotten wants to see it, fine!!
Temper Issu-
Another word and you'll regret it.
I found the page and shoved the journal back into his hands. "There, go on. Look at it. See the other ones while you can." I sneered.
He trembles nonstop and looks down at the his well drawn, dark figure. The room temperature drops and becomes too cold for comfort.
He takes in every detail, and slowly turns the next page.
His eyes widened more. It was France, head in a bucket, body still tied to a guillotine. Other bodies severly injured around him, blood trickles down their wounds.
Canada can't take any more and flips through the next page. The next was Germany, surprisingly.
He wasn't any better than France, in fact alot worse. His attire was ripped and dirty and his hair wasn't slick back. His head had a large hole on side, looking like a chunk of his head was crushed. There were many stitches trailing down from his neck. His cheek skin, which covered his teeth, was now ripped apart. Revealing his gums and teeth. Some other parts of his body were missing, like his left arm. The bone was still sticking out though. He was on his knees, around him was gas and fallen weapons stained with bood.
Canada couldn't speak. In fact, he didn't want too. I remembered during the World War, that was when the drawing was made. We were able to corner Germany and the Nazis, and I guess I was in a bit of a happy mood.
We were winning the war, and I wanted to celebrate early. I drew Germany, surrounded by his fallen soldiers, suffering from a weapon by his own hands.
Canada slammed the book close, and gave it back to me. "I think I'll be resting now." Canada whimpers in the faintest voice imaginable. He stands up trembling, quickly holding on to the thing closest to him for support. He walks away from me and grabs the knob. I chuckled.
He tenses and refuses to look at me. "Oh Canada, be thankful. I never wanted to share this with you. Even if it was only a little. Remember, if you tell anyone, call yourself a dead man."
"You sick monster... You won't stop me. I might have to fight back, and you'll be a dead man as well."
"One missing points you missed in my passage, Canada, I'm already dead."
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HAI MY BEAUTIFUL READERS AND ENTERTAINERS!!
So, I decided to have America answer a couple of questions from you guys :3
America: I never agreed to this, please don't ask any questions
Oh America! Nobody will listen to you.
- Kat
YOU ARE READING
Corrupted (DISCONTINUED)
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