America POV
Why is everything my fault? I haven't done anything have I? If so then why is everyone always so mad at me?
They tease me about being stupid and idiotic, even though I am smarter then all of them combined.
They say I am fat but I work out almost every day.
They ask why I am always so happy but they can't see that I am broken inside.
Today they seem particularly frustrated with me.
"WHY DO YOU EVEN COME TO THESE MEETINGS YOU BLOODY GIT WE WOULD PROBABLY GET SO MUCH MORE DONE WITHOUT YOU AND YOUR PREPOSTEROUS IDEAS!" England shouted
That one hit him hard but he ignored the throbbing in his chest. He put on his classic fake smile and said.
"Cuz without THE HERO! these meetings would be pointless!"
He didn't know how long he could keep his act up. Eventually he would break and the world would be in ruins. He just hoped he could keep it up before he went totally insane.
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A/N: you like? please do! I worked hard! Tell me please! This is more like a prologue then anything really.
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-flash
Btw I don't own Hetalia
