To swear by the Hammer and Sickle

The Truth. 21

Meri's parents let him spend the weekend with my family. It was kinda odd now. Before we were just friends and now, he was always kissing me when I tried to do anything.

"Ruskiiiiii." He whined, as I was trying to make breakfast. "What? If you want to kiss me again you can wait you've done it 30 or so times this morning." I move away calmly trying to set up plates.

"Russia, im hungry......" "no" "for you" "knew it" he laughed at my response before running off. My father walks into the kitchen, patting my head before getting coffee for Nazi and him.

"Do you every feel more like a babysitter than a boyfriend?" I look at him and he quietly chuckles. "Absolutely everyday." He smiles. I sigh, grabbing the plated food and heading to the dining room.

"Breakfast is done, if your not here in 2minutes you starve!" I yell. I heard heavy footsteps as everyone heads to the dining room table. Bela punched Nazi on the shoulder for some reason.

Germany and Ukraine were talking as they sat down and America was sitting next to my usual seat. As I placed the food in front of him I gave him a quick kiss on the head. Before dad came in with the other plates and the two coffee mugs.

"Thank you" I grab the plates and help serve everyone else. Dad set the coffee in front of Nazi's plate and his. "So did you guys have sex?" Nazi smirked. I groaned and shoved the food away the food I took time to make just wasn't appealing.

"Nope, he's a good snuggle buddy though." America smiled, shoving the food in his mouth. "And apparently a good cook." Dad smiled at America's compliment towards me.

"So you guys just fell asleep with eachother and that was it?" Nazi said dissapointed. "I wanted grandkids..." he mumbled, earning a slap on the back of his head. "Then annoy Germany , Russia and America can't have kids unless they adopt, knowing Russia though he's not a fan of kids." My father glared at Nazi and Nazi pouted.

"So Germa-" "Nein, I'm Gay also." Germany said quickly finishing up. "Go annoy Uke." I glance at her after he said that and her face flushed. "One sec, sorry." She left probabaly to get something- wait. Was she pregnant? At 17? What the Hell?

I was right she came in with the test and sat down. Dad looked annoyed. "I'm pregnant." She quietly whispered. Meri looked stunned. I was angry. "Ukrain you are 17 why are you pregnant at 17!?" I grabbed my fork ready to launch it.

".....Canada didn't wear a condom." She whispered. "You both were irrisponsible." Dad concluded anger clear as more of the russian accent was audible. I sigh. "I gotta go" kill a bitch.

"Russia wait!" Meri grabbed my arm. "What America?! My sister is 17 and a child is on the way?! Do you expect me to be proud not to mention they BOTH were irrisponsible?!" I yell. It wasn't his fault but I was fucking angry.

America looked at me and started crying. Shit. "Meri-" "save it you're gonna kill my brother over something this stupid?!" Tears were pouring down his face. Then I heard dad's voice. "Ukraine come with me we are talking to both Canada and Their parents about this." He grabbed the car keys. "And if you don't want to talk, I'd prepare yourself because that thing you are gonna abort if you can't take responsibility."

She started crying quickly following father she was begging him not to hurt the unborn child. I sigh. "Meri-" "I hate you." He snapped his eyes were dark the seafoam color now looked like hard Jade and the blue looked like an ocean he wanted to drown me in.

It kind of hurt. We only lasted a day before he said he hates me. It's almost funny. "That's fine." I whisper. I'd still probably love him. This was a problem.

America grabbed his glasses from my room along with the small things he brought over and left slamming the door behind him. That's Alright. I'll be fine.... maybe. I grab the halfeaten food and scrape it into the trash bin and wrap my uneaten in plastic wrap. I'll eat it later.

'I'll be fine I've been alone before. I'll just sit in my room and think. I'll be okay. I just need to listen to music. It hurts. Fuck. It's my fault. I'm going to be fine. Just breath. It hurts. I'm not fine. I miss him already. He hates me. It's my fault.'

I can feel the tears coming down my face. And my limbs go numb. Is this what it's like to be heartbroken? I look around my bathroom cabinets. Where were the pills I used to have. Tiny red pills in a big blue bottle. Its not that hard to spot.

I found them. I stare at the label."take 3 if emotions are to much no more." I pop the cap and 6 came out. It wouldn't hurt right.

"Thud"