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

Chapter 4 ~ I'll hurt you.

~Tuesday morning.~
•No-Ones POV.•

America woke up at exactly 8:40 in the morning. Only 20 minutes to get to school, but he didn't seem to care.

He stood up, putting on a grey t-shirt, a plain grey hoodie, blue ripped jeans, black socks, a pair of white Nike airs and most importantly his shades.

He went into the bathroom, did his business and brushed his teeth; walking out he yelled to his mother. It was now 8:52.

"Mom, I'm going to school. I'm fine, don't worry."

She didn't respond, appearing to be asleep.

America then walked into his room, putting a pocket knife in his back jean pocket, just for 'protection', and wrote a note for his mother.

I've gone to school. Don't worry mom, I'm fine. — America.

America put his phone in his hoodie pocket, walked downstairs and placed the note on the coffee table.

He walked out of the front door, and off to school he went.

~Time skip to school.~

America walked through the gates, he instantly got given glares.

"Skank."
"Alcoholic."
"Disgusting freak."
"Ew, why's he here?!"
A few voices yelled.

Russia noticed America, and he walked over to him. Russia is the type to be by himself on his phone. He is social, but is just too lazy to talk sometimes.

"Why's Russia with him?"
"Are they together?"
"Ew that's disgusting."
"Poor Russia."
A few other voices yelled.

"Hey, you okay?" Russia asked, turning his phone off and putting it away in his pocket.

"Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry." America answered.

He wasn't.

"Alright..—" Before Russia could say anything else, the bell went for first period.

"If I remember correctly, I have English." America said.

"Me too, I hate English. It's a piss take on me." Russia said through a laugh.

America sighed, staying emotionless, he walked to his class with Russia.

He got glares all up to corridor. Absolutely no one liked him, other than Mexico and Russia's siblings. It was weird.

Russia is sort of popular, getting girls all over him. He isn't even interested in anyone. So he thought.

All of Russia's siblings where popular. Except for Belarus. She was pretty average.

Mexico is also average. Gets along with everyone, but he has an enemy or two.

Russia and America eventually made it to class. Everyone stared at the two, but mainly at America. A few people whispered and muttered about him.

America walked to his seat, which was at the back in a corner. He quickly pulled out his blade, putting it in his hoodie pocket; nobody saw surprisingly.

Russia sat at the front, having girls flirt towards him. "Shut up, I'm not interested." He said. He wasn't having it, however, he always gets it.

Damn.

Everyone settled down eventually, as the teacher began to teach.