A/N

I love this song.

Enjoy the chapter!

~Arthur and Oliver.

How the hel did we forget about the door? Confederacy asked.

I don't even know, Union thought.

Shit, Allen thought.

Shit, the other three agreed.

~°~

England was standing by the now-closed door, France behind him, looking confused.

"Alfred F. Jones," England hissed, "you are going to tell me right here this bloody second."

The Americas were frozen like a deer in headlights.

"W-what do you mean?"

"You f*cking know what I mean," England replied. "You can't just text me, mention something about Allen, Union, and Confederacy, then tell me it's nothing. Bloody hel, Alfred!"

When the Americas didn't say anything, England turned to Hungary and Japan.

"You two know," he accused. "You know what he means." Japan and Hungary neither confirmed nor denied this.

"So you do know," England said. "Tell me. What does America mean? He's obviously not telling me himself. . . ."

America sent a pleading look to Japan and Hungary.

Don't do it. . .Don't tell. . . .

When neither Hungary nor Japan said anything, England turned back to America. His voice was quieter now, and America could hear desperation as England walked over to him.

France was still by the door, completely confused.

"America," England began, his voice desperate. The last time America had ever seen him so. . .weak. . .was at the end of the American Revolution.

"Please," England continued, ". . .you can tell me. You know that, right?"

America hesitated.

"I don't not trust you," America said finally. "It's just. . ."

"Just what?" France asked (he just wanted to know what was going on).

". . .You broke my heart," America continued. "Remember that? It wasn't that long ago. You know, a couple days ago. When you rejected me."

England flinched noticeably on the word rejected.

"And all those years back? Who leaves a child all alone at home to grow up all by themselves?" America continued, his voice getting slightly louder. "Can you answer that? I chose you over France. Maybe I should have chosen France over you!"

England looked near tears. France, Hungary, and Japan watched in shocked silence.

"And in case you forgot," America said, "you're the one who massacred my daughter."

Hungary, France, and Japan gasped quietly.

"And then you're so surprised that I have depression," America said, his voice still gradually rising. "But how could I f*cking not be? I watched my own daughter be murdered before my eyes by my own big brother! You were always embarrassed of me, even when I was a child! Did I forget to mention that you left me alone in that huge house to grow up all by myself?! And, as I mentioned, there's the people you killed! You even killed a young personification! You killed my daughter! You killed Boston. . ."

America's voice cracked on this last word.

"Boston," he repeated in a whisper.

America couldn't take it anymore. He sank to his knees and buried his face into his hands.

England dropped to his knees next to the quietly crying American and wrapped him in a hug.

"Sorry," America whispered.

"Don't be," England replied.

"Boston. . ." America whispered. "She said. . . she said not to be angry at you anymore. . . .I promised her. . .I've told you this. . .I lied to her. . . . I'm sorry to her. . .I'm sorry to you. . . ."

"Don't be," England repeated. "Don't be sorry for saying the truth."

America let out a shaky laugh that surprised everyone.

"That sounds awfully familiar to something I said to you, once," America said, looking at England.

England gave the younger nation a small smile. "Yes. I guess it kind of does."

There were a few long moments of silence.

"Will someone explain what's going on?" France asked after a moment.

America sighed. "Sure. One moment."

~°~

"Confederacy, you do it," America said.

"What?!" Confederacy asked. "Make Union do it!"

America shrugged. "I don't care who does it. I'm not." He walked into the darkest corner and sat in it.  Or did it become the darkest after he sat there?

They argued for a while about who would explain.

"Ugh. I'll do it," Allen said. "So, first, explain it to me."

So they did.

~°~Later because I can't be bothered to go through France's reaction and stuff~°~

"It's ridiculous how much you two argue," Allen told Confederacy and Union the next day. "I mean, this is pointless. Don't argue on who can eat more cupcakes! There's no point in that!"

Union and Confederacy stopped fighting to look at Allen.

"Besides," Allen continued, "that would be me, and your arguments are invalid."

Union looked offended.

Confederacy just chose the mature route and crossed his arms sticking his tongue out at Allen.

America rolled his eyes at the three. "Stop it, you all. We're supposed to be making dinner, and you're giving me a huge headache."

"Oh, yeah," the three chorused. "Sorry."

America just sighed before fading out to control the body again.

~°~Another Time Skip because I'm bored and tired~°~

America was about to blow.

The pitying looks that Japan and Hungary sent him were bad enough. Then, the thought of how he blew up at England came to him every time he looked at England.

The last thing America wanted was pity.

He got Allen, Union, or Confederacy to control the body more often than he used to. America could not do this alone.

America was slowly breaking.

The worst part of it for the other three was waking up to see America crying by himself in a dark corner, and not knowing anything about how to help him.

They lived in the same body. They were technically the same person! So why couldn't they help him? They could all see, better than anyone, that America was in desperate need for help.

They decided to talk to America about it. The best and only thing that they can do for America now would be to let him know that he's not alone. The other three may not have it as bad as America, but they did know what it's like to have to pretend not to be yourself no matter what happens. It's like you are trapped inside it. There are only a couple other nations that also pretend to be someone they're not. To wear a mask that they are trapped inside.

What anyone — the Americas, Canada, England, etc. — who knew what this was like, the thing that they would long for the most is to let go of who they are pretending to be and be themselves. To cut the strings, and not be afraid to show who they really are. But, unfortunately, in the world, no, universe that they live in, this is just not possible.

But that doesn't stop them from wishing, from dreaming, from expressing it in some form or another.