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Perfect, perfect, perfect. Everything needs to be perfect.

A hero is perfect after all.

America carefully looks himself over in the mirror. He is the hero after all and heroes are perfect.

Hair correctly in place. Nantucket is right in the middle and curling slightly to the left today.

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

Jacket, shirt, pants, boots. Everything in order and clean.

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

Soda, hamburger, money for a snack. Everything packed and ready.

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

Cell phone, iPod, car keys, house keys. Everything in his pockets.

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

Glasses, watch, dog tags. Wearing all of them.

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

At night however. He doesn't feel like a hero. He doesn't feel…

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

He counts the flaws up at. Foods that England turns his nose up at. Foods that England turns his nose up at. Every little bit of fat on his body. Every break of the skin. Everything not…

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

He trains. He goes the gym. He exercises. Lifts weights. Does anything and everything in order to be…

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

He runs every morning. He does all sorts of exercises. Yoga, meditation, anything he can think of from any country. He needs to be…

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

Canada voices a concern for him. America tunes him out. Why should he bother listening to Canada? Canada wasn't…

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

After all.

America is the hero.

And heroes are perfect.

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

I don't really have that much to say. When you look at this from a different angle this fic is actually kinda dark in a way. I was debating to put this in my drabble stories but I decided not to.

Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed this story.

Until next time.

This is Phoenix-Fire Power over and out.