Alfred F. Jones, the personification of the United States, is in a meeting when he gets an urgent phone call and leaves in a rush. Wait... he left his bag! What? A super long scroll? Why does he have that? Canada why are you and Mexico acting so strange? States Personified Depressed!America Mother!America / Father!America * Read at your own risk this sucks and I promise I DO NOT write like this anymore 😀

(READ DESCRIPTION) Hullo, another story yay. This holds boyxboy, malepreg, and smut- gay smut. Also a happy family and a hormonal Brit. Warning: The smut part is in chap seven. This is short, but it's something I suppose and I hope you all will like it. Thank you.

America's mother is pissed. She's tired of seeing all the other nations gang up on her son... so, why not make them watch his memories!

(Warning kind of gory) Russia absolutely can't stand the sound of America's voice. When America comes over uninvited with a couple of drinks Russia unexpectedly slits America's throat. He isolates America in his home and enjoy's the fact that America can't speak anymore. Although as the months go by America begins to get used to and almost enjoys his forced silence; something Russia can't seem to understand, until he stumbles upon one of America's many written letters. When Russia is trash talked at a meeting he storms out on America during blizzard. They learn that their lonely pain and angst towards the world are not so different.

"Those eyes were ravenous, hungry for power and would do anything to get it.  And in Russia's eyes that is what was truly beautiful. He would do anything in his power to make those beautiful, powerful, icey blue eyes his and his alone."