America POV:
I had finally reached the end of a VERY long meeting. And god, that was a tiring 3 hours of arguing and discomfort.
As I was about to leave, I heard my name again. Why does someone always need me??
It's the one and only, Great Britain, the mother murderer. Hooray.
"What do you want," I ask bitterly, there's nothing else I could be doing with my time right now.
At this point, everyone else had left the meeting room, it was only me and Britain in there, alone.
"Alright, time's up, I'm getting out of here," I genuinely couldn't wait in silence with my so-called "dad" for much longer.
This was a complete waste of time, what did I expect?
I felt a hard grasp on my shoulder. God damnit.
There was a subtle whisper in my ear, "I know about the wings."
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America's Wings
Historical FictionBasically America's struggle to hide his wings +more America angst I took a lot of inspo from "Wings" creds to them, that book was sick! #2 in americacountryhumans May 21 2023 Hit 1k reads May 28 2023 Hit 2k reads June 8 2023 #3 in nativeamerica Jun...
