You couldn’t quite remember when things started to fall apart.

Maybe it was when America started watching too closely. His blue eyes always had that arrogant glint, the kind you’d expect from someone who knew they were the strongest in the room. But with you… it was different. His gaze lingered. Possessive. Almost hungry.

“You’ve been getting real cozy with Europe lately,” he said once, trying to sound casual. But you knew the difference between curiosity and poorly disguised jealousy.

“We’re continental neighbors, America,” you answered, keeping your composure. “Economic interests. Cooperation.”

He laughed—humorless. “Sure. Cooperation.” He stepped closer, the air around him growing heavier. “You forget who’s always been there for you. Who bailed you out when the ground disappeared. Who helped you grow.”

You stiffened. “You also dragged me down when it suited you. And did it smiling.”

The truth between you two was a vicious cycle: he offered help, power, protection—but at a price. He demanded loyalty. Exclusivity. It was like an addiction—his touch burned, but you always came back, knowing you’d leave marked.

One humid night, he barged into your embassy without warning. His eyes glowing with something dark, like the mask of ally had finally cracked.

“I saw you laughing with Mexico. Dancing. Did you forget about me?” he whispered, his finger tracing the line of your face.

“You don’t have that right,” you said, trying to step back. But he caught your wrist—firm, but not cruel.

“I have every right when it comes to you.”

The way he spoke was twisted. But there was also a kind of devotion in it that scared you.

Deep down, you knew—America didn’t know how to love purely. He loved with control, with fire and blade. But there was also something broken inside him—something only you seemed to see.

And maybe… just maybe… that’s what kept you coming back. The desire to tame him. To see him kneel in silence after all his shouting.

“You’ll lose me one day if you keep this up,” you whispered, eyes steady.

He pulled you closer, lips nearly brushing yours. “I’d rather burn everything than see you with someone else.”