Happy Mask//RusAme

Identity

America's POV

"I'm America," I said to Russia.

"What?" he said, his filmed eyes widening with disbelief.

"I'm America," I said again, and his head leaned back with the truth sinking in on his chest.

"I'm so sorry," I said, tears struggling to get out.

'Idiot! You just ruined your last perfect relationship! You should die!'

I sighed. 

"Russia-" I tried, but he stood up.

"Just- Voice, I mean America, is this really you?" he asked, tilting his head.

"Yeah," a sudden rush of anger swept though me, "and does it make a difference? You had no problem talking to me when I was Voice, so why is it so hard when know my real name?"

"I-" he tried, but I cut him off, and said, "If you don't like me when I'm America, then you aren't a real friend at all." I started to wheel away, but a shout made me stop.

"America!" Russia shouted at me. I turned around.

"I- I'm sorry," he said, and my heart just burst.

 I felt blood rise to my cheeks. I wheel back too him, and touched his wrist, to let him know I'm there.

"America, I'm sorry," he muttered.

"It's okay,"

"Wait. what do you have. Like a leg...?" He asked politely not saying disability.

"I'm paralyzed from the waist, down," I said, motioning to my legs, then feeling stupid.

"Oh! And I thought it was hard to be blind!" He said.

"No, it's still hard to have any disability, physical or mental," I said, "but here."

I grab his hand and guide it to the handles that were on the wheelchair. His face turned red, and a little blush dusted mine.

"OoOoO...." He said, his hands feeling the wheelchair. I watched him, until he jumped back with a yelp.

"sorry!" he said.

"What did you do?" I asked, confused.

"I touched your leg!" He cried, cautiously reaching out and finding the wheelchair again.

I started laughing. "I can't feel it!"

He blushed and laughed too.

I like this guy.

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well. um... uh... wait... :P.. AHHHH

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