|A Cold Heart| 🇺🇸+🇷🇺 *DISCONTINUED FOR NOW*

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⚠Caution: read with caution⚠

_|🇺🇸America🇺🇸|__
I was walking back to my house when I heard someone calling Russia. I was going to ignore them but I like being nosy.

"Well atleast my parents liked me enough to keep me instead of throwing me out to burden other people!"

I was hiding behind a building a house away from where Russia and his borther were. I have to admit that what Ukraine said was pretty fucking rude. I was going to start leaving when Russia started crying.

"It's none of your business to snoop around in shit... But it would be fun to find out more"

⚠warning: Trigger/Sad event⚠

And so I start to follow Russia up until he goes into his house. I could hear him going upstairs so I start to climb the side of the house from some vine to stand on his window ledge. The plan was to scare him but then. . . It changed. I saw him going to, hang himself. I tried knocking on the window then started to panick and I realised that I was banging on the glass.
"H-he can't hear me"

So I try to break the glass with out falling from the window ledge. It was painful but the rush of adrenaline masked the pain. It took a while but the glass eventually broke and I rushed to cut the rope. I looked around the room to find a razor and tried my best to cut the rope.
"Come on why do you even care if he lives or dies? He's just an anoyance to everyone. But, nobody deserves to die this way"
The rope finally broke and I caught him in my arms.

He was cold.

⚠warning over⚠

I laid him on the bed as I went to the bathroom to find a towel and a first aid kit. I rush to get the towel under the warm tap water and place on his head but flinch when he starts to move.
"Ngh"

I place the towel on his head once again while using the first aid to help with his arms. I've always noticed how some days his arms would be red and other days it would clean. I thought that there would be a few cuts and bruises but was shocked to find out the real amount.

His arm was literted with cuts. Some were small and surface bruises but most were deep and long slashes.

I passed for a second, scaning over his arm but then resumed on cleaning it with rubbing alcohol.
"Agh"

He wasn't awake but he's seems to be coming to. I hurry to wrap his arm and place my arm on his head to check his temperature again. Hes getting warmer, so I put the towel on the rack while putting the first aid kit back in the bathroom.
"WHAT THE- agh FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

⚠mild warning: Trigger words⚠

He grabs his throat while wincing but not taking his eyes off of me.
"Well that's no way to talk to someone who just saved your life"
The look on his face just spelled disgust.
"Well it's not like I was the one who constantly told me to fucking die and making my life a living hell! And you know what? I never wanted anyone to save me, that's the fucking point!"

I took a step back, that actually shocked me. I really have been an asshole.
"Ju-ngh just get out"

"Rus-

"NOW!"

I start to walk to his door when it gets kicked down startling me.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO RUSSIA?!"

It was Kazakhstan with his eyes and wings glowing an awsome gold with a butcher knife. Sad thing is.. . He doesn't like me.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THIS TIME?!"

he starts to swing the knife torwards me while I try my best the dodge. He's REALLY good at fighting and I'm surprised that I only got a few cuts.
"Kaz, i-it's okay you don't have to hurt him."
"Oh my god, Russia are you ok?"

I see him start to run and hug Russia while he's still in his bed. They seem to be happy.
"Hey!"

I turn to see KAZ walking torwards me.
"Look, I'm sorry for trying to hurt you but I think you should go"

"Oh, yeah well I hope you get better Russia"

I felt pretty fucking stupid since, I didn't think that he would actually hurt himself to the point of...ending it. Sure I did tell him to do so but I didn't think that it would really happen. So I walk downstairs and left through the front door. It wasn't a long walk to my house but with everything that was going on, I was suppose to be there 15 minutes ago.

I saw my brother Canada at the window waving his hand to me, panicking with a purple eye.
"SHIT"

I whisper shouted. I look torwards the parking lot to see my dad's car. I looked back at Canada with tears in his eyes about to fall. I looked at him as if saying sorry while I walked through the front door. The last I felt was...

boiling water.

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Sorry if the writing sounds terrible. My phone got taken away but I was able to sneak an old one that no one ever uses and... it sucks. Hopefully I get MY phone back tommorow and keep in mind that I will most likely be editing the episode (will notify). I guess that's it so always remember to drink your school, stay in sleep, don't do milk and get eight hours of drugs😃.