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He wasn't sure how long it had been like this, and sometimes he thought it hadn't ever been different. His memory was going, slowly, just like his sight - though most of the time, now, he couldn't remember ever seeing more than the eternal darkness that clouded his vision.

His name was Oceania, but in moments of clarity he could remember that once he had been called America and things hadn't been like this. Now he had a boss he had never seen, orders he carried out without ever questioning their purpose.

There were others, others who rarely spoke and were far worse off than he was - shadows who were always with him. He wasn't ever sure of who or what they were, but sometimes had a strong feeling that they had been important to him once - family, brothers - before he'd done... something... something that had reduced them to this. Then his mind would shy away from that memory, and once again they would be shadows to him, parts of Oceania with no real names of their own. Most of the time he wondered if he was imagining their presence.

He was always fighting now, and always in pain, but he didn't blame his boss, the man with many voices who he had never seen but knew he adored. There were still, on occasion, times of clarity - when the pain was too great or his memory particularly good. Those were the times he was afraid, so scared it nearly paralyzed him - scared for himself, for the shadows of nations who had once been his brothers, scared of the blind and brutal creature he was becoming. Scared of this entity of Oceania, which seemed to be consuming his mind.

But most of the time, more and more steadily, Oceania did not remember he had once been the United States, did not remember his brothers, did not question his boss and did not acknowledge the pain. It was easier not to think.

And he knew it would make him immortal.

I have this bad habit of internally Hetalia-izing everything I read. This happened with 1984, which was already such a dark book - when I pictured the Hetalia countries in that same alternate future, it broke my heart all over again.

I'm pretty sure Oceania was made up of the Americas and the British Isles, hence the characters here.

1984 written by George Orwell (not sure about copyright)
Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya

Description
He wasn't sure how long it had been like this, and sometimes he thought it hadn't ever been different. His memory was going, slowly, just like his sight - though most of the time, now, he couldn't remember ever seeing more than the eternal darkness that clouded his vision.

His name was Oceania, but in moments of clarity he could remember that once he had been called America and things hadn't been like this. Now he had a boss he had never seen, orders he carried out without ever questioning their purpose.

There were others, others who rarely spoke and were far worse off than he was - shadows who were always with him. He wasn't ever sure of who or what they were, but sometimes had a strong feeling that they had been important to him once - family, brothers - before he'd done... something... something that had reduced them to this. Then his mind would shy away from that memory, and once again they would be shadows to him, parts of Oceania with no real names of their own. Most of the time he wondered if he was imagining their presence.

He was always fighting now, and always in pain, but he didn't blame his boss, the man with many voices who he had never seen but knew he adored. There were still, on occasion, times of clarity - when the pain was too great or his memory particularly good. Those were the times he was afraid, so scared it nearly paralyzed him - scared for himself, for the shadows of nations who had once been his brothers, scared of the blind and brutal creature he was becoming. Scared of this entity of Oceania, which seemed to be consuming his mind.

But most of the time, more and more steadily, Oceania did not remember he had once been the United States, did not remember his brothers, did not question his boss and did not acknowledge the pain. It was easier not to think.

And he knew it would make him immortal.

I have this bad habit of internally Hetalia-izing everything I read. This happened with 1984, which was already such a dark book - when I pictured the Hetalia countries in that same alternate future, it broke my heart all over again.

I'm pretty sure Oceania was made up of the Americas and the British Isles, hence the characters here.

1984 written by George Orwell (not sure about copyright)
Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya