YOU CANT CONTROL ME

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-an hour later after Russia took America home he went to his house,  Go WItH iT BoI-

-Americas pov-

When I got home my dad was waiting at the door.  "Oh u-uh hi dad" I said quietly.
He glared at me.

"I don't want you dating Russia anymore"

I stared at him in tears.  "W-WHY?!" I yelled.  My mom was giving him the death stare.  "BECAUSE HE'S A BAD INFLUENCE!!!" he yelled.  (A/n sounds a lot like someone's story sooo let's go with it) my mom looked at me sympathetically. When she went to touch my shoulder I snapped at her.  "I HATE BOTH OF YOU!!!  YOU CAN'T CONTROL ME!!" I yelled through tears.  My mom fell back.  I looked at her horrified and dashed up to my room and slammed the door.

-Canada's pov-
"WHAT THE HELL?!" I yelled stomping down stairs.  My dad was telling my mom that he was in charge.    I pointed at my dad.  "WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?!" I yelled. My dad snapped at me.  "WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?" he snapped back.  I started to cry.  "YOU ARE SUCH A HYPOCRITE!  WHY WOULD YOU TELL AMERICA HE COULDN'T DATE RUSSIA?!  HE LOVES AMERICA!! AND AMERICA LOVES HIM!  AND YOU WONDER WHY AMERICA WANTS TO KILL HIMSELF?  IT'S BECAUSE OF HOW YOU TREAT HIM!!" I finished as I stormed upstairs tears in my eyes.  I knew how my dad was looking at me.  With sadness in his eyes.  As I went upstairs I heard crying,  but when I went in the direction of the crying and I saw blood trailing into Americas room.  I threw open the door and saw spits of blood trailing out the window.

"AMERICA!!!"

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