sovame, 2020, what's new?

the states about to be revealed to Botswana, that's what. Also America not having one of his arms and one of his legs and has to use a wheelchair and a very damaged voice.

also i know nothing about the prosthetics process so incorrect info let's goooo

The Battle of Gettysburg, 1863.

The end of the battle was nearing. America and Confederate were in a one vs one. America was hiding behind a tree. America moved out from behind the tree and shot Confederate three times. However, Confederate managed to get him in the leg before he could get back behind the tree.

Although he had been shot many times throughout the war and nearly cut in half by his younger brother, none of that had hurt. This shot did.

America screamed.

Confederate's eyes shot open. Why was his brother screaming? They were just shooting each other, it shouldn't hurt.

"OW OW OH MY GOODNESS OW!!!" America exclaimed as he tried to get up, but failed, "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO THE BULLET, DIXIE???"

"I DIDN'T FUCKING DO ANYTHING!!!" Confederate replied.

"WELL IT HURTS PRETTY FUCKING BAD!!!" America yelled.

Confederate was worried. He had never met to hurt his brother. He ran over to see America pushing himself up against a tree, panting.

"Ame?" Confederate asked, wanting a response from his brother.

"Hm?" America asked, pain marking his face.

"I-I'm sorry..." Confederate replied, tears marking his face, "I-I never thought t-this would happen..."

~~~

Present Day, 2020

"Mr. America? Who's this Dixie person with their name ingraved on your wheelchair? And why are they sorry?" Botswana asked, looking at America with a child-like wonder.

"He's my other brother, Swana. He may or may not have caused me to lose my right leg." America replied, voice near quiet and raspy, "I don't blame him though, he didn't mean it."

"How?" Botswana asked.

"You know how I had a civil war in the 1860's? He was the personification of the other side and shot me." America explained before coughing.

"Mr. America! Be careful!" Botswana exclaimed.

"I'm fine, Swana." America spoke, voice even quieter than before.

It was at this moment that Liberty, America's licensed service eagle, handed him some water after opening it.

"Thanks, BT." America whispered before taking a drink of water.

"Okay old man, we're leaving now." NATO spoke, walking over.

America fondly rolled his eyes at his eldest son.

"Okay, Botswana, who are you going with this month?" Liberia, also walking over, asked the African country.

"'Swana's with us." America spoke, his voice back to to it's original quiet and raspy state.

"I'm with Mr. America!" She exclaimed.

"So that means she's gonna-" Liberia cut herself off as America nodded.

"In other news, your fiancee texted awhile ago that your prosthetic arm is finished and he went and rescheduled your appointment." NATO announced.

America breathed in, "You're joking."

"I know, it wasn't supposed to be done for another month. Apparently some others on the list cancelled their orders or something."

The orders were indeed not cancelled. The other people with orders had found out that one order was for a personification, and knowing their lives would not have changed for the better without the personifications existing, asked the company to prioritize America's.

"So when's the new appointment?" America questioned, coughing.

"Tomorrow, 8 AM." NATO announced.

"Tomorrow?!" America spoke as loud as he could, his voice cracking as he succumbed to a coughing fit.

"Dad!?" Micronesia worriedly exclaimed as she and her siblings ran over.