America P.O.V.

This is... Awful. As I look around the meeting of my fellow countries arguing, there is so much I want to say, but where could I even start? They probably would just brush me off like the "idiot" I am.

I know that all around the world there are people and children starving, suicides, mumbles of terrorism, all of the whole package of life but... I can't help but feel it.

As one of the somewhat newer countries, I can't tune out what my people are feeling and I feel awful...

American Dream my ass! I feel anger swelling in my chest as I cover it with a grin, like I am trying to suppress laughter, since there is a lot here I would usually laugh about. Like the swipe England just gave to France, for a example.

You are going to fall, and become a former great like England. You know that.

Your debt is getting worse by the second.

So many of your people are upset.

The elections are coming up, do you want any of these people as your boss?

The anger grows more and I take a sharp breath as it mixes with worry. What am I going to do? I can't ask anyone for help, I'm hero for pete's sake!

A hero wouldn't let one brother be unnoticed because of him and leave the other. A hero wouldn't let all these problems arrive in the first place. A hero wouldn't let himself not have friends to count on.

Holy shit.... I need some fries...