Oneshots of Whatever (mainly Countryhumans) (Finished-ish)

58 - Stories

October 24, 1945

I was conscious for the whole thing.

"This is the new union! He will bring us all peace!"

I didn't know how hard it was.

"He doesn't have a Soulmate, let alone an organic brain. He is fully a robot."

No.

March 7, 20XX

My memories were interrupted by a sharp yell.

"You asshole! You shot down a plane with American and Canadian civilians!"

"No, I never shot anything."

I sighed slightly as to not show my annoyance pr else America would take me back to the lab and fully remove my brain. I walked over to them, giving them both blank looks.

"Sir America, what seems to be the problem?" I asked.

"He started it!" Iran suddenly snapped.

I looked at him, "I never asked who started it, Sir Iran. I simply asked what was wrong."

Why was everything all black and white and grey?

"'Sir America'," Iran mocked me. "Killed my general."