America's POV
I guess I'm Voice now.
Russia and I have one thing in common. Disabilities. Physical ones.
I know he doesn't like me. And I don't blame him. I don't like me, either.
I would hate me if I were him.
"America! Are you listening?" Mrs. I-Forgot said.
I nodded. Why am I so bratty and spoiled?
People hate me. No one cares.
I'm just a careless brat who somehow got popular.
Tears threatened to spill down my cheeks. I wouldn't let them.
I'm soft and weak.
I put on a fake smile. I realized my smile was too wide, but I already had it on.
I'm irresponsible and stupid.
I look down at my notebook and scribble all that was on the whiteboard, that I would have to figure out later.
I'm selfish and careless.
I look up with the "smile" plastered on my face, as Mrs. I-Forgot blabbered on about something.
I'm unkind and controlling.
She writes something on the board, and I scribble it down.
I'm rude.
Tears prick at my eyes.
I look over at Russia.
He was staring off into space as his fingers brushed the braille in his book.
The squeezing in my chest was too much. I raised my hand.
"Yes?" The teacher said with a sigh.
"May I go to the restroom?"
She nodded curtly, and I wheeled out.
I let the tears fall as I got to the bathroom. I wheeled into a stall and cried my eyes out. Then I made sure that there was no tear streaks on my cheeks; I wheeled back into the class with a bright smile on my face.
A fake smile.
A happy mask.
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I donno what I'm doin'. >:( shush
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Happy Mask//RusAme
FanfictionAmerica was always a crowd-pleaser with his big smile and giggly personality. But when a accident happens, he is left with a physical disability, and he goes into anxiety and depression. Russia was blind. It didn't bother him, though. To him, it is...
