Don't Kill People Dammit!

Oh damn

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Enjoy

Don't attack the cringe yandere stories in the ch fandom even though they're stupid and fetishize mental illness and murder

I'm making this for fun and games and do not support teens killing each other for sEnPaI

(This is all Canada's POV)

High school might be hell on earth, but at least there's drama class.

I didn't really want to join, seeing that I don't really have much interest in drama, but America said I'd make some friends here and that'd we have a fun class to hang out in together, and he was right. Besides, even though I have stage fright, it's fun to work in crew behind the scenes.

Today, I walk into class and sit with America at our table. Since we have free seating, we kinda just claim our own tables. It's nice to be able to just choose to sit with our friends. Me and America sit down with Nekomi (Japans younger sister), our older brother Britain, his girlfriend France, and their friend Spain. At a nearby table adjacent to us, sits our less talkative friends Italy, Ukraine, and Mexico. The teacher walks in and starts taking attendance, before calling up a few kids to block scene 3 for the upcoming play. Since America, Britain, France, and Spain are in scene 3, they go onstage with the teacher (America is the lead, because he's very dramatic). The rest of us are left in the classroom to study, however we can't help but start socializing.

Me and Nekomi decide to join our quieter friends at the adjacent table, and we casually chat about school.

"Did you know Ms. Russian Empire was found dead a couple weeks ago?" Nekomi said.

"No?! Why didn't the school say something!? Was she on the premises?" I exclaim.

"No, she was found in a bush just outside of school grounds... I guess the school didn't wanna say anything and Ms. Russ's kids didn't really care for her much to say anything," Nekomi said. Ukraine crossed her arms.

"Good, she was a creep anyway," Ukraine muttered. I frown. I didn't want to be happy for a death, but I had to admit that Ms. RE rubbed me the wrong way. Especially since America seemed intimidated by her, and America was intimidated by nobody. Mexico wore an oddly focused expression, and I tapped him on the shoulder, seemingly snapping him out of his thoughts.

"You ok?" I ask.

"Yeah... um... hey, is Ame still dating Philipa?" Mexico asked. Nekomi sighed.

"Unfortunately... but... she seems happy with him, so whatever," Nekomi said. I sigh. Nekomi had a bit of a crush on America, but didn't exactly realize it until he began dating her best friend. Mexico shrugged and leaned back in his chair.

"She's a bit odd, don't you think? Like, I feel like she just thinks of Ame as an accessory... I mean, I guess I don't really know this for a fact... but it's just something to think about," Mexico said. Nekomi shrugged.

"It's just... puppy love. She's always gushing about how sweet he is, and he's always calling her his 'Sunshine'... like, to the point we can't call her that anymore because now it's his pet name for her... Buuuut... I feel like this is just gonna be a little fling. They'll probably be over each other in no time," Nekomi said. Italy blew out a breath.

"As annoyingly sweet as their relationship is... I think they're probably gonna keep this up until the Winter Formal dance... I'm thinking Philipa wants Ame's first kiss... among other things," Italy said. Nekomi giggled in an awkward, slightly 'oh sh*t' manner.

"I was wondering why Philipa kept gushing about being home alone that weekend...," Nekomi said. Suddenly, Mexico stood up and walked out of the classroom, before peeking his head back in for a moment.

"Tell the teacher I'm seeing the school counselor," Mexico said, before walking back out.

".... Is he ok?" Italy asked. I hum in thought.

"... I'll stop by his house after school to check," I say.

After school, I walk home with America and Britain.

"I'm gonna hang out with Mexico for a bit... He seemed off earlier," I say.

"That boy's been off since I've met him," Britain said.

"Aw, don't say that. He was a nice kid, I guess high school is just harder on him," America said. America and Mexico were best friends when they were little, but grew apart, especially after a bad argument they had. I shrug and knock on Mexico's front door as Britain and America cross the street to our house. Mexico opens the door, looking a bit... disturbed?

"Hey, can I come in?" I ask. Mexico stares at me for a moment, before shaking his head no. "Oh... ok... you just seemed upset earlier.... well, I'll leave you alone," I say, before walking away. I didn't think much of it...

boy, I really should've pushed a bit harder....

That night, I was trying to convince myself to sleep, but I couldn't stop daydreaming about my favorite book characters... ohhh I can't wait for the romance sub-plot to develop, they SO deserve each other!!!

suddenly, I hear a noise... the door opening.... I assume it's just dad, so I continue to pretend I'm asleep.... but I start hearing him whisper. I'm a bit hard of hearing, so I can't make out the words, but I know for sure they're being spoken... and dad doesn't whisper like that....

I slightly open my eyes and look across the room at Americas bed... someone was sitting next to him, gently caressing his face.

"Who are you...?" I ask sleepily. Maybe Britain and America are decompressing? I know Britain sometimes acts like a father towards us... however, when my eyes focus and I see Mexico staring at me in terror, I spring upright. "WH-,"

Before I know it, Mexico is holding a pillow over my face, trying to suffocate me. I kick rapidly, and eventually hit the owie spot. Mexico reels back, and I catch my breath... however, the second I take the pillow off my face, it's immediately met with a chloroformed towel.

I wake up on Mexico's basement floor next to Philipa, while Mexico frantically paced around.

"Dude..... that was kinda uncalled for," I say. Mexico took a deep, anguished breath and slumped on the floor in front of me.

"Well, I couldn't let you turn me in... just be glad I didn't murder you like Ms. Russ...," Mexico said.

"Pardonne-moi?!" I exclaimed. Mexico sighed even deeper.

"She kissed America without his consent...Poor America's romantic and sexual desires are all jumbled up- like every average teens are- and she completely took advantage of that! I just... couldn't let her do that to him...," Mexico said.

"Ok... ok... I'm kinda with you there... emphasis on kinda... but caressing his face in his sleep and kidnapping me and Philipa seems uncalled for," I say.

"I never touch him in anyway that could be seen as sexually harassing him, I was simply keeping the hair out of his face... I didn't want you making a scene about it, and I'm sure as hell not letting Philipa steal Americas first consensual kiss and sure as all f*ckin hell and heaven combined NOT letting her steal his virginity," Mexico said.

"Ok, cool, but could you have maybe chosen a less insane way to go about that?" I ask, making sure Philipa's unconscious body was still alive- Luckily it was. Mexico stared at me for a moment. I sigh.

"Return Philipa to her proper place of residence and meet me at the burger joint after school tomorrow," I say. "And absolutely no illegal activity is allowed between those select number of hours," I add. Mexico looks down in shame.

"Ok...," He says. I go home, and get back to bed with a long sigh... this'll be a hell of a week...

(This story will probably be short. It's mostly just a funne my brain did)