||~ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖~||

Start Date+time- 11:22, July 7, 2023.
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This'll js be random ships and stuffs. This won't be historically accurate, just a silly little shitpost I made.
Random fact: As I was inserting the thumbnail, Erika came on
||"People are dying, the fault is our own." America sings with the song softly. He couldn't stop feeling like it was his fault. In his own eyes, it was.

Meanwhile, downstairs, his parents could be heard screaming at each other. He didn't mind. He didn't mind it at all..

There was just one thing bothering him..

One small, tiny, thing..

His siblings were in the same room as them, bound to get injured. He could care less about their stupid arguments, it were the fights.

"MOM! STOP! THIS ISN'T YOU! " He hears Canada scream. The desperation in his brother's voice pained him.

Canada kept begging downstairs. America heard the desperate pleas, it tore him apart. He was still singing, but lowered his voice so not even he could hear.

Right now, he didn't want to hear his disappointing voice. It was all his fault his parents were arguing. He heard his mom yell. 'Oh no.' he thought, as he heard a sound.

Not any sound, but..

Glass shattering.

He knew things would only get worse. The words that were once quietly pouring out of his mouth were slowing, soon stopping.

Another crash was heard. He tried screaming for them to stop, but he was just paralyzed. His mind flashed with thoughts of the time he tried to intervene.||
(I don't know what to do for a prologue so take whatever the fuck this is)