Russia's POV
:P
I guess Voice is America.
And I've been saying America was the worst.
Guilt stabbed at my chest.
The sticky feeling came back.
'What in the world' I thought, the sticky feeling latching on to the thought, and whisking away all of the worries that came with it.
Ugh! I hate this feeling!
As I continued to check out Voi- I mean America's wheelchair I asked, "how did you get paralyzed?"
"Oh. I got hit by a car, it was smashing," he said, and I chuckled.
I felt the fibers on the wheelchair and the big wheels. I felt the rubbery handles and the cold metal bars.
"You make terrible puns!" I scold him, after he made a pun about being paralyzed.
"I know, but at least I make puns. You just grouch and say, 'fight me'" His laugh echoed through my rib cage and making my heart beat faster. I smile.
"Well, at least I don't make terrible puns. I would rather not make puns than make terrible ones!" I protest, trying to make a hurt expression.
"Oh! And the man is down, the man is down!" he said, and I felt him go limp.
I felt until I found his head.
"Wha-" he said, but it was too late.
smack
"Ow!! Why do you keep hitting me!" he wined.
"And he lives!" I exclaimed joyfully.
riiing
"Thats the bell, we better go!" America said.
I stood up and grabbed his handle.
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I know that was short, but thank you to Kit-Kat_8 for all the support :D :)
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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...
