A spy is never an easy task for a single father of 50,but the story doesn't focus on his single father life,no no no it focuses on how BADASS he can be as a spy,and partially shows his failure of a love life.
Basically in shorts words: The plot is a...
Listen I decided that through the ages America was 0-6 when he lived with UK,then for the rest of his life he was raised by the UN to become a spy.
(AUTHORS POV)
Several Years Ago,December 24,AKA Christmas Eve
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America played with the strings on his harp in his lonely pink bedroom,as he stared out the window.He had barely moved here and was already not liking it.After several years of being under the care of UK,and his family.He was now under the wing of United Nations.America called him UN for short but got scolded all the time by EU,and UK saying it was disrespectful,but UN allowed him to call him that.America loved the sound of the harp so calming unlike what he is now he had been given the harp by UN saying it was a gift.America didn't know how to play it he just liked playing with the strings and pretending to know how to play it.He then heard the door cream open,America turned to see France "FRANCE!" America yelled he got up and ran to the much older country "Oh how good it is to see you,mon petit garçon doux (Translation:My little sweet boy)!" France exclaimed in joy she kissed the small american on his forehead.
"Why are you here?" America asked looking up at the taller woman "Well I decided to give you a gift,since I won't be staying for the Christmas party." France said she grabbed a small box from her pocket and gave it to the boy "What's this?" America asked France kneeled down, "It's your gift,uhm don't open it in front of UK,or UN.Open it once everyone goes to sleep." She whispered into his ear,America was puzzled "Why?" He asked again "*sigh* They would never allow me to give this to you,just open it once everyone is asleep, au revoir doux bébé (Translation:Goodbye sweet baby.)" France said she kissed America's cheek and smiled weakly and walked away from his bedroom.America stared at the box,then he ran to his bed to hide it under his pillows he could still see Frances carriage outside "Adieu.." America murmured hugging his teddy beside him.
(LATER THAT NIGHT AFTER THE PARTY)
America was sure everyone had gone to sleep. He got the box from under his pillow and opened it only to find a Teal brooch.He stared at it in silence. He felt like he had seen it before hundreds of times but where?
(MEANWHILE)
France wept and wept,while UK,Wales,England,Scotland,and Northern Ireland stared at her pitifully "France stop crying,it happened years ago." Spain said as he entered the room you could hear his voice getting weaker as if in he wanted to cry as well "But he was soooo *French sob* young,and we just *More French sobs*!" She continued crying as she hugged herself. "She was in unfit shape to raise him." UK said walking towards her trying to hold her but she pushed back reluctantly "No,*sniffle* if we hadn't you know.She would've been okay and he would've been raised in a proper home.." France said she stared down at the ground. "And we just took away his happiness and burned his home,and his p-*sniffle*parents." France continued.After she said everyone in the room stayed quiet.Not knowing what else to say on the matter.
