Today was a meeting in New York for all of the nations, where they supposedly "discussed" all of the world's problems. And it was one of those days where everyone was bickering, shouting, fighting, and discussing nothing important whatsoever.

America sat at the large conference table, bored out of his mind. Who cared about tomatoes anyway? Oh yeah. Spain and Romano. Those jerks. Why must you talk about tomato imports for hours on end?! WHY? Why can't you talk about something important? Seriously.

His eyes scanned down the table, searching for something to distract him. He noticed that some of the other countries, mainly Britain and France, kept on whispering hurriedly and turning to look at him, their glances filled with disgust and hate. America looked down at his uniform. There wasn't anything wrong with his uniform. So why did they keep on doing that? He decided to find out.

He slid his phone under the table, pressing the button that allowed him to take a video that included just what they were talking about. His spies weren't the best in the world for nothing.

The thing is America was smart, smarter than them all. He knew their strengths and weaknesses, where important buildings were, and he predicted their next move. He was stronger than any of them could imagine, and was so cunning he could destroy the world in a blink of an eye. He has one of the bloodiest histories in the world. So why did they take for an arrogant brat? He understood the sarcastic remarks, the hidden meanings behind their words. He didn't like it one bit. A small part of him died when they insult him so openly. Useless. Ignorant. A mistake. Every single comment they think he doesn't understand, he does. He does. America isn't plastic. America isn't fake. He has emotions. Why can't anyone understand? He builds up his walls just for them to tear them down. He is numb. Every part of him hurts. His heart feels loneliness and pain, but mostly anger. Complete anger. They think that it was an accident that he became the strongest. He is the superpower! He has helped so many other countries, just for them to shove him into the dirt when they are fine again. He just can't feel any other emotions. He can't feel happiness. He can't feel excitement. He only feels anger.

Today is the day he just can't take it. He can't take the insults, the name-calling, the other countries talking under their breath.

"HEY EVERBODY, CAN YOU GUESS HOW MANY AMERICAS CAN SCREW IN A LIGHT BULB?" someone yelled, silencing the entire room.

"NONE!" yelled the very person who raised him, "THAT BLOODY IDIOT WOULD EAT IT FIRST!"

America stiffened, feeling a rush of anger and hate. It boiled his blood, searing through his veins and making his heart pump faster. Their voices echoed inside of his head, tormenting him with their glee at seeing him humiliated.

"Hey, hey, I don't think he got the joke. He's just sitting there with that stupid expression that is always on his face." The room went silent, and laughter suddenly filled the room. They were laughing at him. LAUGHING! Their flushed faces were all around him, suffocating him, causing him to stop breathing .

America jerked abruptly out of his chair, sending it clattering to the floor. America didn't care, his face flushed with anger. The room suddenly went silent, laughter dying down as the person who they were harassing was the very definition of strong.

"You know, it hurts me every day, your teasing remarks. It shouldn't even be classified like teasing. More like harassing. You can get arrested in my country for that," his voice getting louder with each word that passed. "I am smarter, stronger than all of you. I could destroy you with just one command. I actually was part of the team that built the rocket. I gave the inspiration for the airplane to the Wright brothers. I have fought in every single war my country has been in, a soldier at the front lines. My country is the strongest. Yet you still have the nerve to harass me. HOW DUMB DO YOU THINK I AM?!" His voice rising to a shout at the last sentence.

Everyone stared at him with shocked silence. Britain stepped forward with a small voice.

"America, can you just think of all of the people who-"

"-who hate me?! I have! Every single day!" America cut off Britain with a voice as sharp as shattered glass and his eyes as piercing as a needle.

"Ame-"

"NO! No, no, no! Don't you dare try to turn this all on me!"

America sprinted out of the door, slamming it with such a force that snapped the door and left cracks in the brick walls that surrounded them. He had no regard to their voices shouting for him to come back. America ran to his car and fumbled with the keys, soon starting the car. He sped off, paying no regard to traffic and the speed limit. He needed to get anywhere, anywhere but there. When he reached his house he ran inside, leaving the door unlocked. He stared at the mirror in his bathroom and realized that he looked like a complete mess. His hair was disheveled, he almost looked like Britain. His face was flushed red with anger, and even his eyes were red and puffy from the tears that went down his face. When did those get there? He punched the mirror, and it instantly shattered, leaving broken pieces of glass in his flesh...

Well, how do you like this? It is my first fanfiction, so yeah. None of the characters belong to me. This will be a multiple chapter fanfiction, so you decide what happens next…