what we thought was bad luck... *a rusame story*

the "dollhouse"

Russia's POV

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I woke up around 2:30 to the doorbell ringing. 'Why is someone here this early.' i thought. I got up and walked to the door and opened it, and Canada was on the other side.

"Hey, is America still here?" he asked. I guess he was finally done with the argument with their father.

"Ya, he's still here. America in the guest room I'll go get him." I reply. I walk to America's room and wake him up. "Hey, your brother is here to get you." he gets up and walks to the front door.

"Thank you for letting me stay but this might happen again so don't be surprised," he said before walking out and closing the door.

I wasn't tired so I just stayed up till about 6 am when everyone was getting ready for school. When we were ready to go, me, Ukraine, and Kazakhstan headed to the bus stop. We were the only ones there I guess the others drove to school.

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~Time skip at school (I'm lazy)~

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After we were given our schedule and locker numbers we started to walk to our classes. When I entered my class I saw America in the back by himself. He seemed lifeless, or something. I wonder what happened.

"Oh, you must be Russia one of the new students, you can sit in the back next to America." my teacher, United Nations or UN said. I walked to the back and sat next to America he just put his face on his arms on the desk. Was he sleeping? Oh well, not my problem if he gets in trouble. There was still some time before class started more like 3 minutes. America placed his chin on his arms and looked at the board, I wanted to talk to him, but about what?

"Hey, America." he looked at me.

"Yes Russia?" he asked.

"You ok?"

"I'm fine. You?"

"I'm ok." and I failed to start a conversation as usual. As the bell rang a country ran into the classroom.

"Late again China," UN said in an annoyed tone. "go sit down." china went to his seat.

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~time skip sorry;-;~

Lunch 12:15

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I was heading to the cafeteria when I noticed America with a box cutter in his pocket heading toward the restroom, I thought nothing of it but as he was walking inside he started pulling out the box cutter. I went over and looked at the mirror he was standing in front of. He rolled up his sleeves to reveal bandaged arms they looked like they had dried blood on them. He started to take off the bandages and I walked in.

"What are you planning to do with that?" I ask. He jumped.

"N-nothing," he answered as he started to put the bandages back on. He had the box cutter on the counter so I walked over and took it. "Hey give that back!"

"No, I'm ok. I'm not trusting you with a box cutter. So tell me what were you gonna do with it?" I ask holding the box cutter high enough for him to not reach it.

"It's nothing ok. Why do you care?" he replied still trying to grab it. I held it higher. "Asshole."

"Ya, I know. Now tell me."

"Fine, I cut ok. Why do you care so much?" he stopped reaching for the box cutter.

"Well, I don't want you to cut it's not good. I don't think you're getting this back." I say as I put it in my jacket.

"Fine, I have more at home."

"Do your parents know you do this."

"No 'mom' they don't."

"Haha real mature. Now, why?"

"Why what?" he asked dumbfounded.

"Why do you cut?"

"Oh, that's none of your business er..... Russia."

"Wow, you forgot my name. That hurts, and it kind of is my business I caught you about to do it, or do I have to tell your par-" I got cut off.

"NO! D-don't do that." he seemed worried.

"Why?"

"They'll *mumbles*"

"Who will what?"

"I tell you later. Text me later." he hands me a piece of paper with numbers on it.

"Ok?" I say as he leaves.

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~time skip I know too many sorry~

After school

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Americas POV

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I was walking home when I got a message on my phone.

Russia

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, Hey it Russia

Ya, I know,

So you said you would

, tell me why you cut?

Oh ya, ill tell you,

So I have some family

problems we seem

perfect but no one can

see past the curtains of

the house,

Like a dollhouse,

, dollhouse?

What does that have

, to do with it

Dolls look perfect but

are they,

, Oh ok I kind of get it

, Gtg bye.

Bye,

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hope you enjoyed and that last part was a Melanie Martinez reference UvU