Don't Kill People Dammit!

Oh dang

The next day, I am leaving to go to school, when my dad stops me.

"Why are you wearing a jacket? It's going to be warm today," He asks.

"Because it's winter still and I don't trust when the weather man says it'll be hot," I say. Dad shrugs.

"Ok then... I'll be at work a bit longer tonight, so you're on your own for dinner," Dad said. America and I internally celebrated, because that meant pizza. Suddenly, the twins rushed down the stairs.

"Bribri! Can you walk us to school? We just remembered the bus is gone today," Australia said. Our father crosses his arms.

"Why didn't you tell me? now you're going to make your brother late to school. You two have no responsibility," Dad said sternly. I always thought it was stupid how our father expected so much out of literal children.

"No worries, my drama teacher is very understanding, besides, this'll be my first and only tardy so I'll just get let off with a warning. The elementary school is only a few minutes away from the highschool if I run, and I'll stop at the office to let them know I was late. Besides, I can't let my baby brothers walk to school alone. It's dangerous, especially with the unsolved murder that happened not too long ago. I just want to make sure they are safe," Britain said, while simultaneously tying Australia's shoe, grabbing the twins backpacks, checking their lunches and deciding that the sandwiches and juice I gave them wasn't enough and added some fruits with little chocolate bars as treats, and then realizing New Zealand's shirt was inside-out, and then helping him fix it.  Dad shrugged, like always, glad that his eldest son was taking care of the 'father' role so he didn't have to. We all go on our way, and as me and America start heading to school, we catch Mexico leaving his house.

"Hey, Mex! walk to school with us!" I exclaim. Maybe, if America talks to him, they'll start building a bond. However, Mexico looks nervous. He joins us, hood over his head, and staring down at the ground. This guy can't socialize to save his life...

"He's a bit shy, sorry," I say. Mexico remains silent.

"Oh, no worries! It's been a while since we've hung out. How've you been?" America asked.

"U-um... functional," Mexico said quietly. I want to facepalm so hard.

"Same! are you excited for the play coming up?" America asked.

"Yes. I play the murderer. I do that good. I don't murder people. That's not what I meant. Um," Mexico said. Oh my god this is just... why... 

Luckily, America just laughs.

"I get what you mean, you are a great actor though!" America exclaimed.

"Ha yeah... how do you think I acquired so many friends? hahahahah," Mexico said. America laughs with him, and I want to slap subtlety and sense into Mexico. Soon, we finally get to school with some time to spare.

"Me and Mexico have to talk. In private," I say, dragging Mexico away to a nearby alcove where the school vending machines sat.

"Before you lecture me about being human, can I get a juicebox?" Mexico asked.

"No," I say. Mexico pouts.

"What's even the problem?! I talked to him, didn't kill or harm anyone, and I don't have any weapons on me!" Mexico exclaimed.

"You talked to him?! You called what just happened talking?" I exclaim. Mexico scowls at me, and for the first time it dawned that he would kill me if he really wanted to.

"Oh, I'm sorry that I'm a bit f*cking awkward! I'm sorry that I have trouble talking to the only f*cking boy that makes me feel that life is worth living! I'm sorry I'm not perfect! I'm sorry I don't have social skills! I'm so f*cking sorry that I've been trying, genuinely trying, to do things the right way! I'm sorry that I haven't been genuine since my mom was f*cking murdered without justice ever being delivered! I'm so f*cking sorry how much that bothers you! IMAGINE HOW I FEEL YOU MAPLE SIPPING F*CK FACE!" Mexico shouted. I was taken aback, and suddenly felt like even more of a douchebag than the psycho standing in front of me, oddly enough. Mexico sighes, and sits on the floor, burying his head in his arms. I sit next to him.