I'm Fine I Swear Russia x America

Scarlett runs through the Halls

It's a normal day for the countries in countryhumans high school I was walking down the Halls in a hurry to get to my class I then bumped into another student I fell on top of them quickly realizing who it is, America, my crush. my face turns red I see our position our faces inches away "I-I'm sorry" I quickly say, I stand up putting my hand down to help him up "it's okay" he says a perfect smile on his face. as I realize we were going to the same classroom. I didn't try to talk to him is kept my face down my cheek still flaring a glowing red. me and America used to be enemies and then I realized I had a crush on him.I tryed to make it so we're not enemies so I can possibly get closer to him. I snapped out of my Daze I look over at his face it holds a red tinge "he's blushing because he bumped in to an idiot like you and you probably ruined his reputation" that danm voice said "hey Russia are you okay?" America says grabbing me by my arm and looking into my eyes that's when I realized the hot tears running down my face "o-oh, yeah I'm fine" I say raising up my blue stripe sleeve to wipe away the tears that are flooding out of my eyes "did something happen?, are you okay?" he said as he stood on his tiptoes to reach eye level with me cupping my cheeks "yeah I'm fine" I said grabbing his wrist to lower his hands when he did the unexpected and grabbed onto my hand "i hope your okay" he said running his thumb over the back of my hand a new shade of scarlet ran across my cheeks as I looked into his eyes they were piercing blue like a sapphire that could never be shattered "let's get to class" he said as Crimson danced on his cheeks to realized when he walked into class that we're still holding hands sadly I let go of his hand we sat next to each other passing notes to each other every now and then

time skip
we're walking home my home was before his quickly brake paths saying a quick "see ya" I run into my room shutting the door behind me and locking it opening my nightstand drawer to pull out my blue red and white knife I looked down at it sign "come on you pathetic Russian, since you're too much about pussy to kill yourself just do this" the voice said, it was always belittled me, and always made me feel like noting. I sat on my bed, unraveling bandages presenting new scars and old scars. I hold the cool blade on my skin pressing down until my pale skin pours shades of crimson, I did this over and over again until I until I felt like all my emotions were gone. I wrap new bandages around my wrist, so the cuts don't get infected I sigh falling onto my bed hugging my knees close to my chest. 'does he feel the same way?''would he hate me if I told him that I loved him?' questions ran through my brain making me want to die