Secrets {A Rusame story}

Chapter 12

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Russia's POV
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   Last night was...something. Ukraine won't stop talking about it. He keeps saying stuff like "you guys look so cute together" and "when's the wedding?" Ugh. It's so annoying. "I wonder what Bulgaria and Kazakhstan would have to say about this" He said suddenly. I stopped dead in my tracks. Gari and Kaz were our other siblings. The ones we never talk about anymore. There aren't...alive anymore. After what they did, they deserve it, but still. He covered his mouth as soon as he said that. "Don't you ever bring them up again!" I snapped. "Sorry sir" he mumbled quietly. I took a deep breath and continued walking.
    I did my best not to think of what had just occurred, due to the fact that I knew if I thought about it too much I would begin to cry. We soon arrived at school, and to our surprise, there weren't many students there yet. In fact, the only people I saw were Norway, Sweden, Germany, Poland, Japan, South Korea, North Korea, and Canada. I suppose we did leave a bit earlier than usual.
  "Hello, Russia" Canada greeted. "Ukraine, Belarus," he said turning to them. "Hi Canada" Belarus responded. "Where's America?" I asked. "He went to the bathroom" Canada was obviously bothered by something, it wants difficult to tell. "What's wrong?" I asked. He started to walk away, beckoning me to follow him. We walked into a hallway that was currently unoccupied. "Last night he came home late, which I assume you already know" He began, I nodded in response, remembering how late it was when Ukraine had woken us up. "Well, dad caught him coming inside and...well..." He trailed off. I was getting slightly worried, we had been informed by France that the abuse I had suspected was, in fact, more than just a theory. "He has more bruises" he stated. "One on his face and one on his arm" he concluded.
   I felt myself getting angry, but not just a UK. I was angry at myself for not realizing that this would have happened, and letting him sleep instead of waking him up to go home. My eyes widened as I remembered something else, the cutting. He was in the bathroom before we had come to school. if he still isn't out then he must be harming himself. I figured it'd be worth checking out. "Thanks for telling me" And with that, I headed off to find Ame.
   "America? I called out. I heard sobbing suddenly come to a stop. I went to the stall that it had been coming from. He stade silent. "America I know you're in there" I stated calmly. "G-go away" he was obviously upset. "Please let me in" he didn't respond. "I know what happened after you got home" I continued. "I just want to help" I heard a slight shuffle before the door opened, revealing a very upset America. "I looked to his arm, eight new cuts had been made. I looked down further, only to see a razor in his hand. His sunglasses were hung on his NATO shirt, and his jacket was on the floor. I didn't think twice before throwing my arms around his waist and pulling him close. He began to cry into my shoulder, apologizing for hurting himself, and saying he was such an idiot. I stopped him right there and told him just how wrong he was. We stayed like that for a while, him crying into my chest, and me rubbing circles into his back.
   " come on, least go to the nurse" I knew he wouldn't want to go, but I didn't care. He looked down but agreed it would be best. He grabbed his jacket, put his sunglasses back on, and then we headed to the nurse.

   We arrived at the nurse a few minutes before class, which I honestly didn't care if I was late for. "Hello, boys" Ms. North greeted. "What brings you here?" She asked softly. And was hesitant, I couldn't blame him. I knew he didn't want to talk, so I did it for him. "America's father has been hurting him, but more importantly, he has been hurting himself" I gently reached for America's arm and pulled up the sleeve, revealing the cuts. Ms. North stood there in shock for a moment before telling him to sit on the bed. He did, and reluctantly took off his jacket, showing the rest of his bruises and cuts. The one on his face was noticeable, but only if you were really looking for it. I sat down next to him, thinking for a moment. He was very tense, clearly not wanting to be here. I slid my hand over his and intertwined our fingers. He looked up at me, surprised by my actions, before relaxing and looking to the nurse, who was back with hydrogen peroxide, a cloth, and gauzes. She cleaned the blood off of arms. After she was done with the cuts she looked at the bruises. "Your father did this?" She asked calmly. America started to tear up, I looked at her and nodded. And was starting to shake, so I did the only logical thing, tighten the grip I had on his hand. He calmed down a bit and rested his head on my shoulder. Cute.
   "I'll inform the counselor and principal. I better call home to-" Ms. North was cut off by Ame, who obviously didn't want that. "No! Don't call home!" He looked like he was about to have a panic attack. I took my hand from his, and instead wrapped it around him. "It's okay Ame, this is a good thing," I told him. He didn't seem so sure. Ms. North gave us a sympathetic look before heading into the seperate room that the phone was in. Well, here we go, I thought. America adjusted himself so he could snuggle into my chest. I could feel the blood rushing to my face. God, this boy will be the death of me.