Burnout

Proluge

Note; Warning: I will be using vulgar language because I'm a stupid dummy idiot who can't properly express emotion in characters without it. If you don't like that, then it's fine to leave.

Note 2, electric boogaloo; I do not know any other languages besides English because I am, in fact, a stupid american. So that means that any other languages that I put in this story are most likely google translated, so if you know one (or possibly more) of the other languages that ends up in this bullshit and something I put in this is wrong, then feel free to tell me what I got wrong. And fuck it, be as much of a dick as you want to, because I can't control your behavior.

America felt a stinging pain in his head as his brother used a carving knife to slice an X into his right eye. It hurt so much that he passed out. But, before he did, he saw someone standing behind his southern brother... it was... South Carolina......
no...
no no no no no
That can't be right...
He couldn't have been betrayed by... his own.... child.
Right?
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              America woke up screaming as he quickly sat up in his bed. "Wha-what's wrong?! Are you alright?! Are you hurt?!" DC yelled as he slammed the door to America's bedroom open to make sure that his dad was okay. "I- uh, no- I-I'm fine, DC. I-I just... I just had a nightmare, I'm okay." America stammered as he calmed down and remembered where he was. "Oh geez- are you back to having night-terrors?" DC asked while he looked worriedly at his father. "Maybe... I don't know." America said as he put his head in his hand in a half-hearted attempt to stifle his now growing headache. "Okay then." DC said and then he left the USA's room, probably to get coffee because he had woken him up with his screams, America thought, before he checked his alarm clock. "Wow, just about an hour before my alarm actually goes off. I might not be late to this meeting. Maybe the nightmares are good for something." America said, purely to himself as he read the time (4:12 am). He got dressed in a nice black suit and tie that fit his form well, black pants, a pair of socks, and of course, his signature sunglasses. He brushed his hair to make sure that it looked good enough went downstairs to see the few states that were awake at the time. NY was up because he probably hadn't gone to sleep last night, DC was up because he was the only one who had a room near America's and was woken up by his screaming, and Florida was up because he might not even sleep, period. America made breakfast for the four of them (if you care, it was omelettes) and by the time that he was done eating and just about ready to leave for work, it was still a few minutes before his normal alarm clock would go off. So America was very giddy, since he might even be a little early to this meeting, which was good because the UN has specifically asked for both him and China to come and 'talk things out'. America liked to be punctual, he was just normally held up by his children, so it gave the impression that he was too lazy to bother (which, obviously, wasn't true). Plus, this meeting was kind of important, so no matter how much he absolutely despised China, it was important for him to be at least on time to this one. The sun slowly came up and he reminisced about how nice of a day it was until he got to the UN building parking lot. He walked through the hallways, and up the stairs of the building until he got to the door to the meeting room. He turned the knob, and entered the meeting room with it's rather long table, and enough spots for all of the countries that came to the meetings. Most of the seats were empty this time though. Because this meeting was only, him, China, and the UN today. China was scowling at him, as usual, America's pretty sure at this point that China just had a resting bitch face and America wasn't even that intimidated by his scowl at this point. So the USA just rolled his eyes (though it would probably go unnoticed from under his sunglasses), and sat opposite to him at the table. "Wow, you're actually on time. I didn't know that you could be punctual." China murmured, obvious sarcasm dripping off of every word that he spoke. "Well damn, didn't know that you had to be such an ass—" America scoffed, but he was cut off by the UN; "I think that's enough, you two. This pointless bickering is what got us here in the first place, I didn't bring you two here to have another argument like you did last meeting." The UN advised quietly as he looked disappointedly at America. "What are you looking at me for?! I wasn't the one who started the fight last meeting!" America said, indignantly. "Wtf, yes you did." China said. They continued to yell and bicker with each other for some time, before the UN snapped "Stop it right now, both of you! You're acting like children!" He yelled at the two of them to shut them up. It worked and they stayed silent as the UN took a deep breath and continued to speak "Look, I get that you two hate each others guts. But seriously, you can't keep going on like this. You are both adults, aren't you? You should be acting like it." He said. "*deep breath* Fine. I'm sure that we could figure out something to fix the tension between us. Isn't that right, USA?" China acknowledged politely, but he still sounded like he was trying to hide anger under polite-sounding sarcasm to America. But whatever, at least China was trying to be cordial. "I'm sure." The American agreed, trying to sound as polite as China, but it sounded more like passive aggression coming from him.

              After a lot of compromising and deliberation, but thankfully no yelling this time, the UN had figured out what they were to do. America was going to go back, with China, overseas to where he lived. Both China and America absolutely hated this idea but the UN wasn't budging. He maintained that if they lived together, then it would be easier to understand each other. China really didn't want this to happen. Especially with the strange things that he was feeling when he saw that cocky American. Everything about the smaller male just seemed pretty. The way that he dressed, his voice, his hairstyle, his extremely soft-looking lips, the way that he got flustered during meetings sometimes, his ass... Wait— no. He can't be thinking about America's ass in that way. H-he just can't. America's a guy, and he's a guy. China seriously can't be thinking of another male like that, no matter how pretty that male might be... Whatever— back to the problem at hand. The UN wanted him to let America of all people into his house for three weeks. The fucking man-whore would probably mess up the perfect cleanliness that China had back in his home. But it didn't make any sense to voice any of these complaints, not with America still in the room, at least. So China just had to quietly die inside while the UN booked them some plain tickets and America left the room to call his brother, Canada about something vague that the UN seemed to understand, but China sure didn't. After a little more planning, America and China finally got to leave. China drove to his property in Long Island that he'd purchased specifically to be closer to work. It wasn't exactly as good as his home in Beijing, but it was nice enough he guessed. He went through the plan again in his head;
In two days, that they can use to pack their things, they'll meet at the airport. After going through security, they can grab some food. Then they will wait until boarding.
It seemed like a good enough plan to him, he just didn't know how well they were going to be able to stick to it thanks to America's chaotic nature. He could barely comprehend it, how could someone go through a day without a plan? He always had very rigid plans, for everything, and he didn't like to deviate too far from them. Chaos just never made sense to him, and so neither did why America chose to live how he did. How annoying. All of his enemies actions could be traced and predictable before this, but all China could predict about America was that he'd be unpredictable and make decisions so stupid, yet the situation somehow worked in his favor. It was just so weird. But prolonged contact with the American seemed unavoidable at this point, and China was going to get a break from work right afterwards, so what's the worst that could happen, right?

Oh how wrong he was...