Is This Love? (rusame)

America's A Cutter

America's POV

"YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER THAN CUTTING!!" Dad screamed at me. Mom, Canada, and Aussie were watching off to the side. We had gone into the living room by now.

"YOUR PUNISHED!! GO TO YOUR ROOM!!" Dad shouted. "AND I BETTER NOT SEE YOU CUTTING YOURSELF AGAIN!!" He added.

"Yes sir..." I said and walked up stairs and into my room. I plopped down on my bed and decided to text Russia.

America's phone

❤Tree Boi❤

_Oil_lover_0w0: hey Tree Boi

❤Tree Boi❤: y do u hv to give me that nickname? Srsly it's weird...

_Oil_Lover_0w0: becuz ur so tall so ur a tree besides I hv u down as ❤Tree Boi❤ so I shall call u Tree Boi

❤Tree Boi❤: ok then... Ur a strange one Meri

_Oil_Lover_0w0: but I'm ur strange one~ 😙

_Oil_Lover_0w0: u know I could nvr show u how much I love u

❤Tree Boi❤: well I could show u how much I love u when we're alone~

_Oil_Lover_0w0: oh rlly~? U horny bastard...

❤Tree Boi❤: XD yep ur mine

_Oil_Lover_0w0: well ur my Tree Boi

❤Tree Boi❤: but srsly ill hv u moaning~

Back to real life
Still America's POV

I blushed while reading that last message and couldn't help but imagine dirty thoughts. I began blushing harder.

I walked down stairs to get something to eat. I was hungry. "America, why are you blushing?" I heard someone ask. I turned around to see Canada.

"Uh... No reason..." I said. "Ummm okay then..." Canada said and walked over to the cabinet. I guess he saw me blushing as I walked into the kitchen.

I watched him pull out the maple syrup and open it. He then began eating it straight from the bottle. That's my brother.

I don't think I'm blushing anymore. I grabbed some Doritos and walked out of the kitchen. I started walking upstairs when... "Uh, America, what's that on your neck?" I heard mom ask. "Oh shit..." I mumbled.

"W-what do you m-mean?" I asked, covering my hickey with my hand. "You had a mark on your neck..." Mom said walking over to me. Dad looked at me.

Mom pulled my hand off my neck. "America, didn't you say she didn't leave any marks?" She asked. "U-uh... Yeah..." I answered. "Then who left that mark?" She asked, looking at my hickey. "A cat bit me..." I lied.

"Umm, okay then..." She said and walked away. "Oh wait, can Russia come over?" I asked. "Sure." Mom said before going back to watching TV.

"Yes." I whispered to myself before running upstairs. I ran into my room and jumped onto my bed. I grabbed my phone and called Russia.

The call

Russia: Hello?

America: Hey Tree Boi.