He's a mess. [[RusAme - Countryhumans.]]

Chapter 1 ~ I can't.

•America's dream.•

I was standing in a dark room, the smell of alcohol admitting from every corner. It was sort of hard to breathe.

"Hello?" I yelled. "Anyone else in here?"

"Yes, my dear brother; I am here."

..Canada. "What.. Are you doing here? You're dead. Don't play fucking games with me."

"I came to apologize. Please, don't attack me." Canada seemed emotionless, however I listened.

"Go ahead." I nodded.

"I may never be back. Nor will father. But, we both love you. Damnit, take care of yourself. Mother isn't great, so take care of her too. The guy who got us isn't worth it—" Canada was cut off by me. I'm so fucking selfish.

"I told you to stay, I told you going with dad was a bad idea, I damn right told you so, and you ignored me. YOU IGNORED ME." I couldn't move.. What is this.

"America, brother, I know everything is falling apart but please, stay strong for me." Canada sighed.

"I can't. I can't you see. I have nobody anymore. I have mother and that's it. Everyone's abusing me. I can't, brother." My words seemed to get quieter for some reason.. I couldn't tell why.

"I will never see the light of day. You still can." Canada smiled.
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GASP.

•America's POV.•

I sat up straight in my bed, confused. "..What.. Was that.." I muttered, looking around my room. I shift up and remember what happened last night. I was instantly hit with a headache.

"Damnit," I held my head. "Fucking hangover.." I stood up, my phone buzzing. It was the normal stuff, being told to kill myself and that I was a joke by numerous people.

I shook my head, I didn't really care about all them popular people anyway. I picked up my phone, unlocking it.

>Hey America, you up? We need to talk. I'm worried again.

It was Russia.. He's so sensitive. He had a problem, I'm sure.

I rolled my eyes and messaged back.
(For America. For Russia.)

>What is it? You better hurry up and tell me.

>It's just, your getting paler, more weaker and your voice.. It's getting quite too

>Look, I'm fine. I just, need a day or two off school. I'll be back when I can.

>If you're spending the days off, then so am I

>Whatever. I couldn't care less.

>I'm coming over actually I need to see the state your in

I sighed, slamming my phone down in my cabinet. I stood up, throwing on a grey shirt, a grey hoodie with nothing on it, black jeans, socks and a plain black pair of Nike air. I looked at myself in the mirror.

'I really do look like a mess.' I thought to myself, picking up my shades and putting them on. I then walked into the bathroom, brushing my teeth then leaving.

I knocked on my mother's room door. "Come in, Ame!.." She said.

"Hey mom. I don't feel great.. Can I stay home for a few days?" I asked. France, my mother, didn't look great either.

"Sure hon.. 3 days only.. And, painkillers are downstairs in the glass cabinet if you need them.." Mother mumbled, putting on her makeup in a mirror.

"Thanks mom.. I love you." I smiled, walking into the kitchen to the glass cabinet.

I didn't hear what she said, but I'm assuming she said 'I love you too' or something.

I helped myself to a glass cup and some painkillers. I took two, and downed a glass of water. I shook my head, and before I could do anything I heard a knock at the door. I knew exactly who it was.

I walked over to the front door, opening it.

"Amer—.. God, you look terrible.." Russia sighed, walking in, as I moved out of the way.

"I know, no need to tell me." I rubbed the back of my neck. Fuck, it was so sore..

==============================================Hey everyone, I know this isn't much, I'm sorry, but this is only the beginning of how dark it'll get. My next chapter will come out pretty quickly, I promise.

Reminder: Please, no damn jokes.. Sorry if I sound rude but it's true, this is pretty.. Deep?

I hope none of you find it offensive or take it seriously. If someone is, I will take it down immediately.
~Ray.