Canada was happy that his best friend Mexico had a crush on America.
He was less happy knowing that Mexico was willing to go full yandere for him though.
And so, to avoid a situation with such limited appeal (i.e., Mexico murdering everyone physical...
(warning: i did a dumb an added angst even tho this is supposed to not be serious
but i mean, Mexi's obviously got some mental problems, so why sugarcoat it? let my mans vent
seriously tho, TW: sad backstory and brief mention of a past suicide attempt, and implied abuse
I guess this is how life is now)
After school, I walk home with Mexico.
"How'd it go?" I ask. Mexico sighs.
"It was weird... I don't know if I liked her, but she said things that I guess made sense...," Mexico said.
"Like what?" I ask.
"Like how I probably have ptsd and trust issues. And maybe psychosis. I didn't know being a psychopath was just kinda... a mental disorder? like, of course it is, but I didn't really draw the conclusion that depression and psychosis are both mental illnesses and neither inherently make you an awful person... well, unfortunately I'm just an awful person but...," Mexico said. I shrug.
"Well, all we gotta do is keep up the 'no killing' train, and you're fine in my book," I say. Mexico smiles.
"Good, now I just gotta get Ame to love me, and I'll be happy! Anyway, tomorrow do you wanna hang out at my house and help me figure out how to ask Ame to the dance with me?" Mexico asked. I hum in thought.
"Well, tomorrow it saturday... lets make it a sleepover! those are fun," I say.
"Oooh! I've always wanted to be invited to one of those! Sure, let's do it!" Mexico exclaims. Soon, we get home and wave goodbye to each other. I go inside...
And apparently dad got home early, even though he said he wouldn't. I wanted to hide the very gay shirt I was wearing, but he was already staring straight at it...
I am not gonna see the end of this....
that night, I knock on Mexico's door. He answers, and immediately panics.
"WOAH WHAT THE SH*T HAPPENED?!" Mexico exclaimed.
"My dad found out I was gay and invited me to live elsewhere," I say, holding up a bunch of suitcases filled with my stuff.
"And the marks all over your face?!" Mexico exclaimed.
"A boxing match with my dad except only he was allowed to throw punches," I say. Mexico stares at me, before silently helping me into his house.
"Do you live on your own?" I ask, just realizing that that was exactly the case.
"I edited my birth certificate, legal documents, everything, just to make it appear like I'm 18... because I didn't wanna bother with foster care anymore. Nobody came to check on me, so nobody realized that I was actually still a child," Mexico explained.
"But... how do you pay for everything?" I ask. Mexico shrugs.
"I cut the electricity bill by only using candles or battery-powered lights to light up the dark, I try to use as little water as I can, I got a job I work during the weekends and I also am a freelance artist, and I already got a highschool diploma, I just go so I'm not alone all day and I can see Ame, but I don't have to pass any class, and they can't hold me back since I technically already graduated," Mexico said.
"Oh... isn't that stressful?" I ask. Mexico stared at me.
"Huh, I guess so. I just try not to think ever," Mexico said. I frown.
"Oh... that's.... that's really sad," I say. "How'd you even pass high school already?" I ask.
"I took a proficiency test to get my diploma... since my paperwork said I was eighteen, they allowed me to unenroll myself," Mexico said. I frown. "Stop looking sad, I'm fine," Mexico said.
"I wouldn't be," I say. Mexico pauses, before sighing.
"I wish I could feel things like you do... I just... am I not... wha... no...," Mexico said, tearing up.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"I'm... sad?" Mexico said. I nod, pulling him into a hug.
"Cool, tell me more," I say.
"U-um... No... I never feel... why am I feeling....," Mexico said, trying desperately not to cry.
"It's ok to feel, tell me why you think you're sad... better yet, just be so sad that you can't even breathe," I say.
"That doesn't sound pleasant," Mexico said.
"Dude trust me, the calm after the storm is waaaaay better than the one before it, because you finally get it all off your chest," I say. Mexico takes a few deep breaths, but soon it turns to hyperventilating, and suddenly he's sobbing. I just hold him like Britain holds me when I cry. We sit down, and Mexico is just getting it all out. After what feels like an hour, Mexico finally calms down.
"How're you feeling?" I ask. Mexico takes a deep, shaky breath.
"Um.... uh," He says. I nod.
"What's coming up?" I ask.
"I guess... I never cried since my mom died... I... I saw her body when I got home from kindergarten... she was in the middle of cooking lunch- my favorite food-.... I think it was my birthday...? I don't actually remember when my real birthday is... I can't really remember much from my childhood honestly. I just remember my favorite meal... my mom's favorite flowers that she'd always have a vase of in my bedroom... and I remember me and Ame were best friends... but then... later in elementary he wanted to be cool... we got in an argument and he stole my favorite toys... I tried to jump off the top of the jungle gym but I didn't land on my head or neck like I wanted to... in middle school, nobody liked me. I remembered that Ame did like me when we were young. He didn't seem to hate me anymore, but I was scared to talk to him... so I just watched and watched... until one day I had to watch Ms. Russ try to get him to do bad things with her... that's when I decided I had enough. I figured Ame would either end up mine, or I'd end up ending it all in prison... and then you came along and made everything complicated... or simple, I still can't tell," Mexico says. I have no clue how to approach this at all. "Your uncle is a psychologist, hm?" Mexico asks.
"Uh... yeah," I say.
"I hope he won't mind talking to me for no pay... You're right, it is a bit stressful not to know if i'll be able to afford my next meal... but... I kinda want to remember what it's like to not feel this way, and I sure as hell don't have the money to do that," Mexico said. I nod.
"He has to talk to you... I really, really want him to... It's not fair for you to suffer like this," I say. Mexico nods, and I can tell he's steadily falling asleep. "Y'know... I thought you were just a basic yandere idiot... you are nothing like that," I say. Mexico scoffs.
"Classic horny media... always trying to sexualize disorders... I... I just want to be happy... I'm sorry if I ever came across as a dumb yandere teen," Mexico said. I smile.
"No worries... We'll get Ame to love you... You deserve love... and I still don't forgive you for kidnapping me," I say. Mexico chuckles.
"That is totally fair," He says, before drifting off to sleep. I sigh.
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