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RISE (AmericaxCountry!Reader)

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It only takes one catastrophe to set the ball rolling. Whether planned with malicious intent or an idiotic mistake, it’s something that can’t be ignored. The bombing came out of nowhere and left Britain in shambles, barely alive. Who was the perpetrator that nearly killed several innocent countries? It was a mystery, no one could pinpoint where the bombs came from but there was heavy suspicion that it came from one of the former Axis powers. That was all that was needed to start a war.

In the beginning, people called it the Third World War because countless countries were pulled in, fighting constantly until it evolved into fighting to stay alive. For (Country Name), a rather small and newer country than most, she was ravaged by the war. Crops were failing, towns were under constant alert, and a third of the population was already dead. She couldn’t afford to send out an army, just ask her citizens to protect their island while she did the actual fighting.

Fighting never came easy, especially when it involved killing so many. But (Name) would do anything to keep her citizens safe. She fought with all the vigor and inexperience of a new nation, asking for alliances on several occasions when it became too much. No one answered her pleas. For the first couple of years, she simply believed that they were all too busy protecting their own nations, which was something she could understand. Around the fifth year into the war, (Name) came to the conclusion that no one would want such a small and inexperienced nation as an ally in war, even if she was a powerhouse with a seemingly unendless supply of optimism and energy. So she fought twice as hard to keep her citizens safe. By the tenth year, however, things were looking bleak.

(Name) ran through the empty and dreary streets of her own capital, doing her best to outrun the maelstrom of bullets chasing after her. Despite her best efforts, the war spread to even the smallest of islands and so far, she had a multitude of different countries soldiers on her island, trying to claim it for their homelands. After the initial wave of soldiers, she sent her remaining citizens to the safest bunkers, which happened to be hidden in the forests near her home. Anyone who wasn’t her citizen would most likely end up lost and dying of starvation if they were to enter the forests on the island. They were smart enough to avoid going too deep into them after several troops went in and never returned.

(Name) ducked behind an overturned car, letting the bullets ricochet off of it as she checked her ammunition. She had plenty, but not enough to take out the troops behind her. She groaned and hit her head against the cool metal of the car.

“Don’t move.”

A voice she hadn’t heard in years came directly from in front of her. Mentally, she cursed herself for being off guard. Slowly, she lifted her head and stared America in the eyes. He was taking cover in the shop in front of her, a pistol aimed right at her head. Like every other country, America was scarred by the war. He had two pale scars running vertically across his heavily tanned cheek and another carved right under his left eye, severe bags under his dull blue eyes, and a sharpness to his features that suggested he skipped on several rations.

“What’s a big nation like you doing here?” (Name) asked calmly, noticing the fast footsteps of the soldiers growing fainter into the distance. At least they were gone for now. “Come to take me out like the others?”

“Just give me your ammunition and I’ll be on my way,” America said tersely, tightening his grip on the gun.

“It’s never that simple, America, and you know it. You won’t just be on your way. You’ll demand more from me: food, maps, information of my island that no one else knows, and my complete surrender,” she sighed, closing her eyes and tilting her face towards the dark skies. “But I can’t give up. So you’ll torture me and I still won’t talk. You threaten to kill me, I still won’t tell. You threaten to bomb my island, my lips are sealed. Threaten to cut me off from the rest of the world, I laugh because it would be the greatest thing to happen--to just be on my own plane of existence where there is no war and I can live worry free.”

She opened her eyes and stared at America with a faint glimmer of amusement. “Face it, you can’t get anything out of this war hardened country.”

He narrowed his eyes and lowered the pistol. For a moment, (Name) actually believed he would leave her alone. In the blink of an eye, America tackled her to the ground, hands wrapped tightly around her neck. He was furious and clearly insulted by whatever the smaller country said.

“War hardened? You weren’t nuked! You never had to see your own soldier after soldier after soldier get slaughtered on the battlefield! You never had to see your own brother get mutilated by people you thought were friends! You don’t know shit about war!

America was understandably angry. Two years ago, (Name) heard that Canada was torn apart by smaller countries who formed a temporary truce just to get at the American. It was so bad that he reportedly still hadn’t regenerated a new body. So far, it looked like there was no more Canada. But knowing nothing about war?

(Name) pulled out a small dagger from her pants holsters and drove it into America’s leg, making sure it wasn’t fatal but hurt enough to get him to loosen his grip. She turned the tables, flipping America over and pinning his limbs down. Her breathing grew ragged as she glared at the blonde nation, her vision steadily growing more blurry.

“I don’t know shit about war? Nearly half of my population is dead because of you superpowers! I knew all of them, I knew their names, their faces, and all of their little habits. I’m bombed constantly to the point my skin’s becoming burned and it’s so much harder to get up and defend my land! I don’t know what it’s like to lose soldiers because I can’t afford to lose anyone else!”

Her hands moved from pinning his arms down to grabbing the front of his tattered and filthy uniform. Second by second, she grew more hysteric, openly sobbing out of anger and shaking America like he was a rag doll.

“I’ve already been tortured by just about every nationality of soldiers for months, nearly died countless times, and I have to force myself to get up and fight whenever I feel like giving up! Because I can hear them!”

With the strength of built up rage, (Name) jumped off America and slammed him against the shop. He was uncomfortable, angry, but not in the rage he once was. On some level, it felt like they understood each other, but they were still technically enemies. (Name) wanted him to understand, she didn’t want to be his enemy, she didn’t want to fight anymore! Ten years of fighting a war on her own finally caught up to her and she needed to vent.

“I can hear every single one of my people crying, pleading, begging for this war to end. So that’s what I’m doing! I’m trying to end this damn war and make a better life for everyone I love! And what the hell are you doing? Trying to steal ammo from a weak and stupid nation like me! What do you fight for, America? What the hell do you fight for!

(Name) pushed herself away from the country and sucked in a deep breath to reign in her emotions. She bit her knuckle and leaned against the car before sliding down it. War was worse than hell. People you knew and loved could be gone in the blink of an eye, friends can turn on you just as quickly, but a war where there was no good or bad? Just constant fighting and killing? It brought on a new wave of tears and (Name) cried silently.

She was so young compared to the other countries but she felt just as old, if not older. Just to think before this stupid war, her biggest fear was finding a spider near her, not if she could live to see another day. There were so many times she wanted to give up, to just let someone take her island and let her dissolve, but she could hear her people, even right now. They counted on her, believed she would finally make allies and end the war. They all expected so much and (Name) tried to live up to those expectations. She wanted to give them a better life and dammit, she would even if she were killed and reborn a hundred times over. Her people were innocent and deserved better.

America plopped down on the sidewalk next to her, sighing. He patted around his chest before pulling out a cigarette and a small box of matches. He lit a cigarette and relaxed against the car, inhaling a large puff of smoke before exhaling. They didn’t exchange words, just sat in silence that was occasionally ruined but a sharp inhale or the long sigh of a smoker.

“You know, I was like you at first with every war,” America began tiredly, staring at the slowly darkening sky. “I wanted to fight for a better future, hell, that was what my first war was all about. But this is different. There’s no good guy or bad guy. Everyone fights just for the hell of it. I guess after Canada, I slipped into that mindset.”

He took another drag and exhaled, making a perfect ring of smoke. (Name) stared at it until it dissipated then glanced at America. Physically, his age was of a late teenager. But in the filthy street of a war ridden island, he looked so much older and nothing like the America before the war. He was so tired and mature looking, a weary soldier who just wanted to go home.

“Let’s start a revolution,” America suggested, tapping his cigarette and letting the ash hit the ground.

“A revolution?”

“Yeah, a revolution. Let’s change this war, give it meaning, and end it once and for all.”

(Name) let out a bitter laugh. “You know, I’ve been asking you and everyone else for an allyship for years.”

“And I’m sorry everyone didn’t listen, but I am now. I don’t want anyone else to end up like Canada and you want a better future for your people. Let’s show the world it was a mistake to ignore you.”

He put his cigarette out then held out a hand. (Name) stared at it, wondering if it was a trick to catch her off guard. But then again, if America were to try something, she would fight. So she grabbed his hand and firmly shook it, starting a new alliance that would change the world.
Y'know, I never really use deviantart anymore because I have fanfic commitment issues? Like, I have dreams of starting one long fic but I fumble and stop because I just can't focus? I wrote this like forever and a half ago. Originally it was going to just be one long oneshot involving other countries, but I kind like how it is with just America. 

This is based on the song Rise by Skillet, mainly a fanvideo of Gravity Falls with the song Rise. I recommend checking it out because it's pretty neato.

Also, kudos if you guys actually like this and are not disappointed that I haven't updated my other hetalia reader-insert fic. 

Welp, hope you enjoy. I may or may not post a longer reader-insert story in the next month, it just depends. It's a really long one, especially compared to this.
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Oh my gosh this is amazing. Is there another part?