Happy Mask//RusAme

Cover Up

Third person :P

America sunk deeper into depression, and Russia hated America, without knowing his favorite person was  America.

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America's POV

Luckily it's fall. I usually wear sweaters and hoodies at this time of the year.

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Pain laced itself up my arm.

I only like the pain, because it shuts up the voice.

'Idiot! Does your family even like you? Your so mean and controlling!'

Well, almost always.

I looked at my eyes.

One clearly had an iris. The other had a shadow. A maybe-iris.

And the visible iris turned light red.

I sighed.

'You should just die! Everyone thinks so!'

Does everyone think so? I ask myself.

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I did a good many cuts until I was done.

I wrapped it up, slightly dizzy.

I put on a sweater.

'You deserve to die! No one needs you!'

I hang my head.

knock, knock

"America? Are you okay?" Canada's voice came from behind the bathroom door.

I turn on the sink, washing away the blood splattered everywhere.

shoot!

there's blood on the pure white towel.

"America?!" Canada's voice said, again.

"One second!" I said, whipping on my sunglasses.

I grabbed the blood splattered towel, and stuffed it underneath me.

I made my hands wet and opened the door.

"What- America!" Canada said.

I flicked some water in his face. "did you forget to put the towel in the bathroom?"

"Uh... I'm pretty sure I did," He said, his face scrunched up in confusion, "didn't I?"

 My dark blue sweater flipped in the slight AC.

Just enough to show bandages on my wrists. Just enough for Canada to see.

"What was that?" He asked.

"I- uh-"

'He doesn't care about you. Don't tell him!'

wow. My depression is giving me advice! I thought, stunned.

"I got scratched!" I said, "And I put bandages on it to help!"

"Okay..." Canada's skeptical face bore into my eyes.

I wheeled out of there, fast as sonic.

'Hah! pathetic!'

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I know, not that long :P.

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