❗️self harm❗️
New Zealand hangs out with Kazakhstan, in a way they've silently agreed to be friends.
They hang out at school a lot, if there is a class project- they would choose to be partners, if they could choose where they'd want to sit - it would be next to each other and they were both starting to open up.
Walking between halls, Kazakhstan noticed New Zealand acting slightly... strange at times but when he tried to question him about it he just shook it off as nothing or "it's cold".
It was break time~
Kazakhstan POV:
We are walking down the hallways, next lesson is science and we were just discussing about our siblings and parents and then it happened again.
He just kinda looked nervous.
He had been looking at me whilst talking but now he had his eyes staring behind me. He had quickly covered it as he nervously fiddled with his fingers.
"Aight just gunna 'ead to the Dunny-"
"Sure"
There was no way I was letting him escape this time.
I waited a few seconds before stealthily following, the bathroom was often unused due to stuff being constantly broken, vandalised and just disgusting.
(Hey reminds me of somethi-)
An odd aura of tension filled the area as the lights flickered on with a buzz.
"you in here?"
The echo of my steps ring through the room as I push each stall open and reach one that is locked.
New Zealand POV-
I didn't think he'd follow me. I have to cover my mouth to stop myself whimpering as sickly sweet blood trickled from the open wound.
A shard from the Broken mirror scattered and stained somewhere on the floor.
Fudge.
He is pounding on the door and I can't help but be reminded of it,
The fear
My throat felt like it was on a noose as I fought back the tears and the shouts.
Images flashing though my head of it were all too familiar. Pounding on the door. The people. Falling in and out of consciousness. The lock jangling left and right as the door was trying to be opened.
The lock clanked open and the door with a thud.
Light blinded me and I was too weak.
Kazakhstan pov-
My eyes fill with tears at what I see.
I am winded by shock.
I immediately feel horrible.
I sit down next to the country slightly smaller than me. (We were both... quite small.)
I tend to him hug him and feel the tears seeping through my eyes yet he is unconscious the blood is staining my shirt just as his but he has to stay strong.
I find a roll of thin white bandaids in his pocket and follow with no hesitation in getting to work.
"How did this happen?"
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🌍COUNTRYHUMANS🌏 - love , life and much much more
FanfictionThis is just a little story showcasing my interpretation on countryhumans - love , family, school and a whole lot a favouritism 🙄. Most of these events are based on some of my own experiences (mostly the love of Canada and Ukraine ) so if you have...
