American Mask

If We Were Him

England a.k.a. Kirkland, Arthur

I cringed as the sound of my alarm pierced through the wonderful dream I had been having, like a pin popping a balloon. I clawed the open air, and eventually found my phone, tapping the snooze. With heavy hands, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and rolled out of bed.
After undressing, and putting on my suit, I headed for the bathroom, brushing my teeth and washing my face. I realized that I had forgotten to call America, and scrambled back into the bedroom, yanking my phone from my dresser. I paced the room, listening to the monotonous ring, before I heard a beep.
"Yo! Sup dude?" I grimaced, "America, your awake-"
"Hahahaha! You thought I was actually here! Anyway, the heroes not here right now, so leave your name and number, and I'll get back to you later! Byeee!!"
I grumbled, shoving my phone in my back pocket and tugging on my coat. Of course he would do something like that, twat. I shook my head and grabbed my keys and wallet, leaving the hotel and locking the door behind me.

(Time skip cause I'm lazy-)

China a.k.a. Wang, Yao

I frowned, listening absently to the annoying British man as he entered. He always fought with France, and I, finding it to not be worth me time, always separated myself from it. I checked the clock on the opposing wall, and exhaled a sigh of relief. The meeting starts in 3, 2, 1..... Germany's disgruntled yells cut the bothersome string of arguments that circled the room. I noticed that America was not present, and rolled my eyes knowingly. So irresponsible. See, this is why he owes me debt, he isn't responsible enough to pay it back.
The meeting went on as usual, though we made a bit more progress then we normally would. This was mainly due to the loud westerners absence. Me, not having much interest in the problems of the rest of the world, busied myself by trying to get others to buy my things. A few bought stuff, such as Greece -in need of a pillow- and Russia who wanted snacks. About 30 minutes into the meeting, I flinched a bit at the loud series of bangs and yelps that echoed through the halls behind the thick oak door. Loud stomping and screaming grew dangerously close to the meeting room, -but me being the intelligent man I am- began to gather my things quickly, and ready myself for a raid. I knew something was coming, but the last thing I expected was for America to come flying through the closed doors, creating a large splintery hole and crater in his wake. He jumped up from the ground in obvious haste, shoving Germany out of the way of an oncoming bullet, before shooting back. He cursed and threw his gun at one of the men, before kicking him in the crotch and throwing his curled up body at another man. He shoved his jacket into another terrorists face, before holding it around his head. I didn't have any weapons on me, but gave a sad whimper before tossing my merchandise at the group of men. Other countries joined in, such as Japan, who used his katana to impale a few men, and England who began kicking men that had tripped over other bodies. America grabbed japan by the arm, yanking him to the floor to protect him from an explosion further down the hall.

Japan a.k.a Honda, Kiku

I watched as America grimaced, snatching a gun from one of the unconscious men. "Sorry about that!" He shouted before launching himself across the giant crater the explosion had made. Most of the unconscious men remained on our side of the hall, while America disappeared within the cloud of smoke the bomb left behind. We listened curiously to the silence left behind by the chaos. Then in an attempt to be helpful, myself and several others approached the chasm America had crossed.
"Do you really think I'd lose to monsters like you? All you do is follow deaths orders, collecting victims presented to you on a black and white list, and hope everything goes according to plan." I listened closely, wondering who the boisterous blond was talking to. "Well guess what? I've been watching you all for quite some time. You're plans were good, but sadly, not good enough. And now.... well now, you'll go to prison. Not before an interrogation of course."
I could tell the others were just as on edge as myself. "Man, I wish I could kill you. But the boss wouldn't like it. Neither would Allen and Alfred. There's no way I could hide it from them, but the boss? Maybe..." I could here light footsteps, and America's voice increasing slightly in volume. "Anyway, I don't appreciate the fact that you tried to hurt my friends. Well you didn't know who they were, so I'll give you that... y'know, I feel sorta bad for you, but that's Alfred talking, not me."
I was confused, but decided I would ask later. "I would kill you right here, right now." I heard another voice, and as the smoke cleared, I saw the figure of a man shivering with his head down and his hands up in surrender. "I-I don't wa-wanna die. I'm s-sorry. Plea-Please, I-I'll do anythi-thing." I saw the other figure, most likely America, bend down to the mans level and lift his head. "Oh, so now you talk? When I threaten you? Guess I was being nice before then. Well, if threats are the only way you'll talk, it'll be bothersome to me...." I saw America lift the arm holding his gun, and watched in a daze as he wrapped the other mans hands around it. He placed it beneath the mans chin, and I watched as he visibly quivered, like a leaf in the wind.
"Well, Alfie and Allen will get over it. Bye bye Mr.... what's your name? Well it doesn't matter. But before you go, I'll give you a little lesson..." My ears tingled and I felt a sudden pressure on my back, as if I were the one in mortal danger. "I am the world superpower for a reason. That reason is simple...." My eyes widened, and I covered my mouth as a sudden chill ran up my spine and made me nauseous.

"I never lose."

France a.k.a. Bonnefoy, Francis

I gasped as a single bullet was shot, and watched as the man who was previously vibrating with fear, collapsed into America's chest. He lifted the man in a smooth motion, carrying him over his shoulder with little care. I observed as America's figure disappeared around a corner, before turning to the other nations. They had all heard. And they were all terrified.
I breathed heavily, and felt a panic attack roll over me. I gripped my head and tried to calm my breathing. I heard a thud come from in front of me and stepped back, watching as America patted the dust off his pants. He must have noticed my current state, as he walked towards me with his arms open to show he was vulnerable. I accepted the offer, since he had saved me and everyone else from the situation causing me to hyperventilate. I ignored the wet sensation of blood dripping from the bottom of his dress shirt, and coiled my arms around his waste. He ran soothing circles around my back, and a sigh of relief erupted from the depths of my soul, as I melted into the warmth of his being.
I noticed the warm smile he wore, which was the total opposite of the cold stare he gave the terrorists. I felt comfort in his arms, and breathed his scent. It reminded me of Paris as the warm scent of bread and roses filled my nostrils. It reminded me of home.
I released him, giving a nervous nod of gratitude. He nodded back, and for the first time, I didn't feel annoyance, or anger, or agitation when looking at him. I just felt like I was seeing, experiencing, something new. If I saw myself an hour ago, I'd be irked by this scenario. But now? Now I feel like I'm seeing something I'd like to know more about. Something curious or interesting. But America is not something. I have to remind myself of that. A flashback of me making fun of him crossed my mind, and I scrunched my eyebrows in guilt. That's right. America is not a thing. Yet I- we, treated him like he was. We tormented him and bullied him, taking our anger out on him without a second thought. For the first time, I realized and recognized how strong America was. He was not affected by our taunts or treachery. He just stayed America. And for the first time, I began to question if he really was still America, and not some broken-hearted and depressed country with no hope left. After all, that's what we'd all be....

If we were him.

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OwO hey y'all guess who's back? ME. Anyway hope you enjoyed. Sorry for the POV switches, I'm trying to decide how I'd like to write this story. Let me know if you prefer third person (not I or me) or first person (I or me)❤️❤️❤️love y'all❤️❤️❤️