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America bit his lip as he worked diligently on his math homework. He tried to ignore the shallow breathing of his father and mother behind the kitchen counter. His parents were outraged by his deranged grandmother and they were going to stop her. He hated that this meant he had to be the bait for their plan to work.

Britain dabbed the sweat away from his dark blue forehead. He was sure his mother would directly attack the 'unsuspecting' American and he was praying that this time he would be ready to stop her.

His wife, France, gently grabbed Britain's sweaty hands with a warm smile of comfort. This plan wasn't easy on her either. She deeply disliked leaving America out in the open like that after all he's been through.

The front door swung open with a harsh slam. A very slender foot stepped through the threshold and immediately towards America's turned back. "Ungrateful child! How many times have I told you to study in your room? I despise seeing you."

America whipped his head around in time to see her raised hand.

The vicious woman smacked the child harshly across the face to the point he fell from his seat.

Britain jumped up and turned off the video recorder that was cleverly hidden in the kitchen which captured the whole scene.

"What's the meaning of this?" The older woman's eyes widen at the sudden appearance of her son. The man had claimed to be gone for a business trip, so she assumed she was alone with America and the other children.

"This is an intervention. You will never be welcomed in this house again and if you ever hurt one of my children after today, we will send this to the authorities."  France brushed herself off after standing confidently besides her husband.

America studied the deep shock on his grandmother's face and smiled brightly. Finally, the evil prune could no longer harm him.

A sad smile rested on the older lady's lips. "I am deeply sorry for how I treated your son. This was just how I was raised, but I promise to never hurt him again." Her feeble hands met gingerly to seem remorseful of her actions. "Well, goodbye son." She tossed a kiss towards Britain and left without another word. No one noticed the house key she slipped into her pocket before she drove away with a deep scowl.

✏️ Current story brought to you by the click of the blackmailing video camera ✏️

It was America's first day of school and he was running very behind. His polished shoes tapped impatiently as he waited behind a long line of traffic. After a few painful minutes which seemed like hours to America, he finally made it to Pangea Academy. He dashed into his colorfully decorated classroom with only a second to spare before the first bell rang.

Russia passed by the doorway before sending America a very forward wink before disappearing into his classroom.

The American shook his head with a deep frown carved into his face. Sure, the Russian was attractive, but he was sick of the man currently.

"Are you Professor America?" A young country's bright eyes peered at the frazzled American.

Slowly, the new professor turned his head to find a class full of students watching his every move. His heart sped up immediately from all the attention he was receiving. In this moment, he realized how much pressure teaching a class could be. His lips pressed firmly together as he noticed the looks of confusion on their young faces. He needed to say something to prevent losing any respect he was given at this point. "Yes, I'm your professor for English and my name is America."

The young countries giggled and turned to each other to catch up from the summer break.

America sat down at his desk with a deep frown. He didn't understand what he said that was so funny to his students.

✏️ Time skip brought to you by the hatred of going to school ✏️

The final bell screamed which sent all the bored student galloping out of Pangea Academy. America leaned back into his chair and smiled softly. He got through his first day without much drama or failure. A short ding from his pocket motivated him to check his phone.

Mexico 🇲🇽

How was the first day of school? I would ask in person but my jaw is broken, so I will be at home until I can talk again.

America smiled in slight amusement. He could clearly see Mexico curled up in his bed with some kind of device on his face which held his mouth together. His heart went out to the Mexican a little bit, so he sent a short message back.

America 🇺🇸 ❤️

It was alright- hope you feel better soon!

Mexico stared at America's sweet response with love struck eyes. He had it bad for American and it seemed fairly obvious to everyone besides America, ironically.

On the other side of the phone conversation, a male cleared his throat which turned America's attention from Mexico to the blood red country.

"You never texted me back..." Norway murmured before leaning on the door frame while looking down.

America's blue eyes widened as he immediately stood up. "I'm so sorry, Norway! I was in the middle of moving and I kinda forgot."

Norway shrugged with his gaze still directed at the floor. "As long as you're okay."

"Yes, I'm doing good lately. Thank you for looking out for me!" America smiled brightly while twirling a small strand of hair awkwardly.

Norway nodded while twisting his lips. "Of course. See you around, America." The blood red man slipped out of view.

America sighed in relief while he started to clean up his classroom. He was glad Norway wasn't upset with him for basically ghosting the poor man. Humming a light tune, the red, white, and blue country gathered his material to bring back home. He was so deeply focused on his work that he didn't even notice Russia until the gentleman tapped him on his shoulder. America jumped with a yelp of surprise. He slowly relaxed once seeing Russia's amused face. The American's cheeks turned red out of embarrassment as he murmured, "Hey, Russia. What are you doing here?"

"Just wanted to check on you. The first day of teaching can be terrifying." The Russian shrugged before relaxing against America's desk. "I..." Russia's reddish-orange eyes searched America's confused face before dropping down. "I regret what I did. I'm so sorry, America."

The American's eyes widened to the size of oceans as his breath hitched. Something horrible had to happen between them and yet he didn't even remember. His lips pressed firmly together as he realized he should have spoken with Norway about everything when the man dropped by earlier.

Russia took the silence in another way and rushed to explain himself. "I wasn't over you and your relationship with Mexico made me insanely mad. My buddies talked me into it and I... I made a really bad mistake, Ame." The tortured man moved towards the confused American and cupped the other male's face in his huge, red hands. "I've been trying to apologize for years, but somehow I lost your number. Will you please forgive me?" The usual strong accent of Russia's cracked with his plea.

America sighed as he realized that now was the time to come clean. "Russia, I probably would forgive you if I actually remembered anything that happened."

The Russian's reddish eyes narrowed as he took an unsure step away from America. Russia's gaze never left the American's face as realization slowly dawned on him. "You don't remember anything at all?"

America sat down on his desk because he knew this would be a long conversation. "The only thing I remember is walking down these halls as a kid. I don't remember anyone or anything besides that."

"Did something happen to make you loose your memory like this?" The Russian nibbled on his short nails. He often did this when he was confused. "Who else knows about this?" He gave America an apologetic look for jumping from question to question.

"I don't think so? I'm not really sure why I lost so much of my memory. Maybe I blocked everything out for a reason." America pursed his lips while crossing his legs. "You're the only country who knows everything."

Russia blinked rapidly as he tried to comprehend all that was relayed to him. "D-do you want me to tell you want happened between us then?"

America's blue eyes shimmered as they clung to Russia. "Please."

Russia gulped and sighed. With America's attention fully on him, it made it even harder to gain the courage to tell the truth. Though, he knew he had to for America's sake. "We dated during middle school, but I broke up with you the summer before we both started high school. The reason behind it was mainly because my father found out about us and forced my hand. I didn't want you to know, so I broke up with you with no explanation to make it easier on you." Russia sighed as he tried to meet America's eyes but failed. "Fast forward a few years and I found out you were dating Mexico the summer before senior year and I just lost my hold on reality. I felt betrayed and the worse part was I still cared for you." Russia blinked to control his emotions. He wouldn't admit it at the moment because he was afraid that the American was already going through too much, but the Russian still deeply cared for America. "I tried to get over it but eventually I broke. It was the day you randomly showed your chest to Mexico. I don't why it got me, but it did." Russia chuckled wryly as America looked down in confusion.

Showing his body like that in public didn't sound like him, but maybe the America of the past was very different from the America he was now.

"My friends gave me a horrible idea. We had this end of the year gathering and you were giving a speech since you were the most popular vote." Russia's face crumbled in regret. Every hour of his life he mourned of his actions on that very specific day. He hated what he put America through.

"Most popular vote?" America's eyes widened and a small smile bloomed on his face. He thought everyone knew him over something bad, but actually it seemed like he was just well-known in general.

Russia slowly began to nod, noticing the brightness glowing off the American. He didn't want the beautiful man to shrivel away from him because he knew the truth would do just that. "Yeah, everyone knew your name. You were the nicest guy here." The Russian smiled a bit while trying to find a way to distract the American away from the story to keep his dark sins hidden for awhile longer.

America's warm smiled widened as he sat down from the opposite side of Russia on a empty student's desk. "So what happened at the gathering?" His bright blue eyes were glued to the sharp jaw of Russia.

Fear flushed through Russia's senses while his tongue twisted in knots. "I kissed you in front of everyone." Russia's fist closed and trembled while he searched for more lies to feed America to make it believable. "I know it was wrong because you were still with Mexico, but I really wanted you back then."

America giggled a little and leaned to the side while a huge smile engulfed his face. "Oh, is that all? I thought something horrible happened. Like you dumped a bucket of blood all over me or something."

It was Russia's turn to laugh while the fear subsided into relief. "No, I would never do that. Why would you jump to that specific conclusion?" He had gotten away with it. The Russian felt extremely guilty, but at least he was now closer to America then ever. He promised himself that he would come clean later, but this was the best for now. A slim smile rested against his lips as he faintly realized he just lied to himself too. There was no way he could ever tell America the truth now.

✏️ Time skip brought to you by that scene in Wednesday where all the kids were covered in fake blood at their dance ✏️

"America, may I talk to you?" UN's slender framed popped by America's classroom doorway.

America hummed cheerfully to show that UN was welcomed inside. He was surprised that all these visitors kept coming by his classroom. He was slightly thrilled about it because maybe that meant he would be the most popular teacher at the very school he was voted most popular in. Wouldn't that be cool!?

"I know this is your first day, but I'm afraid your students are unhappy with your teaching style." UN walked by the wide windows in the room to look at the ground below.

"Sorry, what?" America laughed a little bit and left his pencil by his stack of lesson plans. "Sure, I'm a but jittery because this is the first time I ever taught students before, but I assure you I know what I'm doing."

UN's cold eyes cut through the other with an icy glare. "I've been far too long in this game for a new professor to make such boastful claims in front of me. I'm telling you that your teaching style is a problem. Fix it." A deep sigh escaped the headmaster, "And slow down. You're pushing yourself too hard."

America's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to decipher what UN was even implying at this point. So he was supposed to do better, but stop doing better at the same time? America sighed slightly as UN left his classroom. The mellow country decided that after that encounter that he would call it a night. He grabbed his car keys and like a rocket he was off to rest in his cozy new home. As America reached for the doorknob, a short country swung it open with a small smile. "Welcome back!"

"Hey, Poland." America smiled warmly and rubbed the other's shoulder. "How was your day today?" He slid into the house and slipped off his shoes seamlessly.

"It was okay. How about you?" His new roommate started to lead the way to the kitchen where an elaborate dinner was displayed on top of their charming dinning table.

"Oh, it's so much better now!" America laughed gleefully and dug into the food. "Thank you!" He definitely needed this after the long day he persevered.

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Not me randomly finishing up another chapter of this book. Istg this is one of my fav books I've ever written simply because of the epic plots and how the reader can only get a taste of it in each chapter.

I work night shift now so my schedule is wack and I'll be kinda home for the most part. But I'll still try my best to write and talk to everyone here!!!!

Thank you for reading!!!!

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