The Fake Smile He Wears

Chapter 3

Edited: I'm sorry for my inconsistent editing, but school, specifically English, had been giving me lots of work, and I've been trying to rest. I'm really sorry about my inconsistent editing, but I'll try my best to continue editing and getting the sequel out after I finish editing!
I know there's probably not a lot of people are reading this. So, if you are sorry about all the crappy chapters. Sorry that a bunch of characters are OOC. Sorry about the bad accents. For some I won't do because idk how to them, so sorry about that. Enjoy!
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"He's got a knack for languages... Once he learns one, he doesn't forget it. Because of this, he's fluent in more languages than most (if not all) of the other nations. However, he generally sticks with English... It's the language he's most comfortable with." Prussia read out

Everyone looked at America in awe and surprise. They couldn't believe, that he was capable of knowing so many languages. They couldn't believe, that he that he learned the other's languages.

"Чалавек, яны сапраўды недасведчаныя." America mumbled, while shaking his head.  (Belarusian) Were they really, that clueless?

"Уражвае, амерыканская." Belarus replied, lookin, quite surprised. Even though they were close, she didn't know this about him.

"дзякуй." America replied.

"Man, you're lucky, I wish I knew a lot of languages." Sealand said, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

"Where did you come from?!?" England asked. He was full of confusion and surprise.

"What do you mean? I was here from the beginning. Oh, and I'm really sorry about all the things you go through." Sealand said, sincerely. He had been here the whole time. And everything he heard about America, must have hurt a lot. He couldn't quite comprehend everything, but still. It must've been really hard to go through all of that. He could never imagine what that felt like.

"Thanks, buddy. But there's nothing lucky about it. Nothing. I thought it was a good idea to know many languages, you know for negotiations and whatnot. All I ever used for was hearing the insults and words the others say. It hurts like hell. It's better, not to know what they say. All I get for knowing, is a broken mind and cracked heart." America said quietly, before realizing he said too much. Way too much. He wasn't really thinking, clearly. He had so much he wanted to say. But, he doubt anyone would understand.

"Alfred, are you okay?" Sealand asked, with an innocent look on his face. He couldn't really tell anymore, before he was always smiling like there was no tomorrow, but now his smile and the words he said, clashed. He wasn't sure what he actually felt.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's nothing." America replied, smiling a big, fake smile. That's all it takes. I'm fine or I'm okay, and they won't ask anymore. They just assume, you aren't lying. A big, fake smile, is all it takes. How many times he has done this, he lost count. If he had a penny for every time he lied or faked a smile, he could pay the debt, China always bugs him about. He lost himself, trying to be perfect for everyone else. He lost himself, trying to be the comic relief, and punching bag for everyone. He just wants to be hero, because none of the countries has one. If everyone takes out their anger on him, they won't hurt anyone else. If everyone uses him, as comic relief, they'll feel happier and less stressed. He tried to be the hero, because if he didn't, then who is going to save everyone else? He's too busy trying to save everyone else, he forgets to love and save himself. It's hard, when your worst enemy, is yourself. His thoughts, came from everything they said. And it hurt. His thoughts were scary, and they hurt like hell. No one would think that his worst enemy, was himself. The problem with being your worst enemy, is that you can't get rid of yourself, without dying. And he knows he surely can't. He's always been hurt, throughout his, whole, entire life. The saddest thing was that he was becoming, used to the pain and suffering. All he wants is to be loved and cared for, that's all, he ever wanted. But, when was that going to happen? When? How much longer, can he hold out? He can't bear, to last, any longer, he's been waiting, for so long, for someone, to notice his cracking facade. For someone to care for him. He's losing his sanity and his depleting happiness. He doesn't even know, if he's happy anymore. The America, they knew was a persona. They never knew, the real him. He wants to show the world, who he really is. But he's scared at how they'll react. He hides his real self from everyone else, because he's scared, he's going to be taken advantage of. He's so young, yet he knows so much. He has been in so many wars, yet he's so young. He's a world superpower, yet he's so young. It surely didn't take pure luck to get here. He probably has no luck, anyways. It took skill, intelligence, and motivation to become a global superpower. That's what they all forgot. They all forgot he's no mere fool. If he was, he probably, wouldn't be a global superpower, everyone fears and hates. They all forgot he had to become a superpower somehow. He had to win wars somehow. They didn't even consider that, maybe, America is smarter than, they think or that he might just be fooling everyone. He's been, deceiving people, his whole life.