Messed Up Life (new/hopefully better)

Chapter 1.

     Before I start writing I just want to say thank you to all the people that might have read the old version of this and I hope that this one might be a lot more understandable. Also to the people who just found this book, I hope you like it enough to be able to stay and read. Oh and in this book each country has a power and there eyes can describe it. Say like you had healing powers your eyes would be green. And so on. Country without powers have straight white eyes. Some countries have wings as their power if so the pupils of their eyes would have a very small feather to somewhat show the power. More will be told in the story. Ok on to the first chapter.

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( 3rd person pov)

     Lights were dimly lighting up the back porch of the castle where America stands and looks out into the black and forever going night sky. Wondering if he could ever be able to see what's beyond the stars. At that sudden point his father firmly holds his shoulder saying " We should go inside now son, it's getting late, don't want to scare France now do you."  America looks at his father with sad and somewhat guilty eyes " ok father, I guess so. Must I go to sleep though" Britian sighs knowing his son doesn't want to sleep even on school nights. " Son it's a school night, now go wash up and get ready for tomorrow morning " America sighs in defeat knowing he lost and walks back inside the castle to wash up and changed.

     After he got washed up and changed into his night clothes he sat at the small desk he has and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, he started writing about his day and how boring Sundays were to him. He briefly hoped one day he could write and be a famous author, so he thought this was a good way to practice. He turned to his side and looked at the maroon red clock that sat on the desk saying it was 9:40, he put the paper safely in a folder and set it aside. He climbed up onto his bed and watched as his mother, France came walking through the door to tell him goodnight. " Mother can you tell me a bed time story, I don't really feel like sleeping right now, maybe that will change my mind." France looked at America and nodded, she sat up right thinking of one to tell the young boy. America watched as she thought long and hard for a good story to tell, once she got one  she started to speak. Slowly sentence by sentence America lost concentration and fell into a deep sleep.

( the next morning )

    America woke up to the sound of his blaring alarm clock. He turned it off and walked to the restroom to do his daily basis, wash up, get dressed, pack for school, wake his siblings, eat breakfast, hide his powers, and off he goes. After he got dressed and packed his stuff, he walked to his little brothers' room. He knocks on the door and hears his brother answer. " Hurry up it's almost time for school " America yells into his  brothers room as he walks to the next Aussie. Once Aussie was awake he walked downstairs to see the long dinning table set and full of breakfast for them. Canada runs up behind his brother and smells the fresh hot sweet aroma of hot and steaming pancakes with maple syrup. Canada is the first to sit down and start to dig in. Slowly after the two other brothers join Canada and the parents join soon after them. 

     It's now 7:20 and it's time for the brothers to go to school. America gets in the front with his father and pulls out his contact from the glove compartment. The two brothers hop in the back and buckle up. With a subtle clicking sound America opens the contacts and looks at the bright blue contacts that hide his fully black eyes. Putting them in he hears the car start and drive off. Looking out the window America spaces out and thinks about why he must always hide his powers and his eyes. After minutes of thinking his little brothers snap him out of thought as they run out of the car calling their friends names out. America gets out the car and smells the fresh air that the spring had to offer. Taking a deep breath he walks over to his friends and already starts to know it will be a long school day.