MadamNeko

America's life... was a mess. * * * Never before had the young, mildly dense country been filled with the detestable emotions that had been eating up the last few months of his life. Centuries of handling war after war, disaster after disaster and never before had he felt like this. It wasn't that things were necessarily worse than they had been before. Maybe it was just that America was exhausted. So exhausted he didn't think he could continue moving on. He wasn't even sure he wanted to. He didn't tell anyone what was wrong, for he wasn't even sure he knew himself, and he didn't want anyone to interfere, making him look "weak". Memories r