Happy Mask//RusAme

Falling

America's POV

Dad choked on his tea.

Aussie looked down.

Kiwi didn't know what all the fuss was about.

Canada stared.

Mom stuttered.

"Wha-" she said.

A feeling of dread crept up my spine.

Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no.

'They hate you!'

"will they cast you out?"

Everything was twisting. I felt dizzy.

Fear hit my chest like a bullet train.

Everyone was silent. Except my heavy breathing.

"Mon amour, it is a joke?" (my love) Mom asked nervously.

"N-no," I said.

Dad coughed and choked. I looked at him. "Bloody-" he was cut off by an other coughing fit.

I looked at Canada. He had sadness in his eyes. "America..." He tried.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. I knew this would happen. I knew it! They hate me. They don't care.

"What are you guys talking about?" Kiwi asked, popping up beside me.

"New Zealand, Canada, Australia, go to your rooms, France and I are going to talk with America," Dad demanded. Terror made me want to get up. But I can't. Because of this stupid disability.

The trio scurried off into their bedrooms.

"America, really?" Mom asked again. It was a little bit annoying.

"Yes," I said, looking down. I felt like I was falling. Everything I worked hard on. Family connections and bonds were crumbling. Just because of my love life.

It was my fault.

"I'm sorry," I said. Tears came down harder.

"What were you thinking? You can't have a boyfriend! You can't be..." Dad cut himself off, "You know what? No. You don't have a boyfriend. NO!" He stood up and grabbed my forearm. I hissed in pain and pulled away. The cuts weren't healed.

"America?" Mom asked hesitantly. Of course she would notice my reaction. She grabbed my arm, and I winced. She rolled up the sleeve to show a bandage with blood peeking through. I pulled away and wiped my cheek with my sleeve. She stared.

"Have you been cutting?"

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Always the cliffhangers-

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