Love Doesn't Have Words [SLOW UPDATES]

-Panicked-

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I look at my schedule. Science was next, room number 245. Science was pretty easy, so I hope this class will be pretty chill. I remembered that my first period class was room 248, so I tried to retrace my steps to get back there.

These parts of the halls seem more crowded. I try to follow the people in front of me, but I still accidentally hit some people's shoulders. Every time, I would put my fist on my chest and move it in a circle, trying to sign "sorry".

I bumped into someone again. I put my hand up, but I hit something before it reaches my chest. I look down, and see that I managed to hit a smaller country's face. I back away, putting my left hand up defensively and my right hand went back to my chest to apologize. The country I hit looked strikingly familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

The boy had his cheek in his hand, and he looked offended. I did just accidentally slap him, so I don't blame him if he finds that mean. He looks up at me, and I can see that his eyes burned with some deep hate. I try to ignore it and keep walking, but he grabs my arm and yanks me back. He is quite strong for his size.

"Hey! What the hell was that for?" he yelled at me. That accent... I swear I've heard it before, but I don't quite remember.

I put my hands up again, not fighting the grip he had on my wrist. Though, as it tightened, I started to feel it burning. He was digging his fingers into my old wounds from the incident.

I tear my arm free from him. I'm pretty sure my panic is apparent, but he looks angrier, as if I just hit him again.

"Answer me, idiot! What was that for?" he asked again, raising his voice.

A few people had stopped around us and watched. Some called out the small boy's name, but I couldn't hear them. My heart was pounding too loudly in my ears, and my breathing was too ragged and heavy. I decided to do what I thought best, and run away.

I darted into the crowd, trying to disappear inside them. I weaved around people, trying to get to my class as fast as possible. I ran up the steps, and tried to speed-walk as fast as I could without looking suspicious as I went down the hall. I scanned the signs in a hurry, and when I saw the number 245 I slipped in.

I saw the seating chart in the board and made my way to my seat. I sank down into it, closing my eyes and trying to calm down my heartbeat. Belarus has told me once before that this was called a panic attack, or an episode of her unprofessional diagnosis of PTSD was correct. My chest hurt, and I could barely breathe. I was scared, and wanted to go home, vomit, sleep, anything that wasn't being at school. If only Belarus or Ukraine were here, my siblings always knew what to do when I got like this. It would happen sometimes after the incident.

"Roshia?"

I flinch at my name. When I turn to see who called me, I saw Japan. She was sat next to me, looking at me with worried eyes.

"Is Roshia okay?" she asked.

I looked around. No one was looking at me except Japan, but it felt like everyone would know about my situation if I told anyone. I tried to push down the ache in my chest, but it didn't work.

I nodded, putting on a smile. Japan smiled back, but it was uncertain. She doubted me.

"Well, Japan wants Roshia to meet her friend," Japan said. She turned, and I looked to where she was looking.

There was a girl there, who was slightly shorter than Japan. She was white, with a circle in the center just like Japan. But her circle was half blue and half red. She also had some black lines on the corners.