It was terrifying. I was sitting on my chair, reading through the documents that my emperor needed me to read and sign, when suddenly there was this searing pain on my upper back, it felt like I had been shot by... by something worse than the most advanced weapons of that time and if that wasn't enough, there was heat, unbearable heat.
I screamed out an agony, something I rarely do, usually I smile and bare the pain, but this... this was a pain... could it be call pain? It was much worse than that! I tried to stand, to run away, maybe these were enemies trying to take down the nation, but as I moved to stand, I fell to the floor. Quickly thi
Snuggled tight against his former ruler, America closed his eyes. "Remember all I did for you." Were the words that were circling through his mind as sleep slowly overtook him and memories of that long forgotten night come rushing back to him.
It was during the heat of the revolution, the White House was on fire and America, young and foolish, was trapped inside.
Flames were starting to slowly engulf him, oxygen was quickly being consumed bu the fire, ad the young would be nation's lungs were filling up with ash. The toxic fumes spun inside America's skull. Then the world tilted on it's axis and all went black.
Next thing he knew he was be
Mothers name?
Mail Jeevas.
Fathers name?
The red head shook his head and the doctor immediately understood.
Childs name?
Mihael Keehl.
The doctor wrote all the information down on the clip board, then motioned to the guard. He walked over to the bed and grabbed the red heads arm, pulling him up to a sitting position. Though he remained apathetic to the entire situation, he pulled his arm out of the guards grasp so he could wrap them around his small child. Do not harm the child! gasped the doctor, but the guard disregarded him, though w