K i n g ♚ ❪ CountryHumans/Hetalia ❫

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Time.

That was the greatest enemy an empire could ever face. No matter how big, no matter how powerful, no matter how vast a kingdom is; it will always end up in ruins.

But, never forgotten.

Never.

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America stared up at the clear sky through his glasses, which glinted under the light of the sun. An open book was splayed on his lap, the pages fluttering in the soft breeze that blew by.

A sigh left his lips as he let his fingers brush over the pages, his mind deep in thought. How long would he last? How long would he stay as the world's superpower?

America was a very observant one. He had long suspected that he'd be outrun by either China or Russia soon enough, despite all the riches and the money his country had. He hated that fact. The nation always wanted to be number one. He needed to stay number one.

Because, it was the only way he proved the world that he, a country that used to be subjected under a powerful empire, could rise up and take the world by storm in less than two-hundred years. He was even more powerful than ever at this age, with billions of money and extremely advanced technology that no one had seen before at his disposal. He could wipe out a country out of the map in less than a day.

So why didn't he?

It was simple.

America was patient.

He just needed the right moment.

The nation finally stood up, the book sliding from his lap unto the soft green grass. America stretched his arms, a small yawn escaping his mouth as he walked down the grassy hilltop. A lazy smile was plastered on his face, but his mind was always analyzing, formulating, planning.

Will he ever put his plans into motion? Would he use his crushing power to enslave the world?

Only time will tell.