RusAme- To much, not enough Time

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Hey, JustUrAverageAngel here, a bit worried about wether I should keep Confederate in, What do you all think?

Also TW: SELF HARM NEAR THE END(You have been warned) [also shoutout to @fluffycloud67 for pointing this out] Edit made 4/22/20

Russia

I sighed. I couldn't help but be nervous. I was visiting both Canada and my sister. I knocked on the door. The door opened to reveal my sister, Ukraine. "Росія? Що ти тут робиш?" I rubbed my neck and said, "Мені потрібно поговорити з Канадою" She nodded.

"Eh! Can-Can! Russ is here for you!" Canada smiled from the kitchen. "Come in, won't yeh?" He said kindly. I came in and walked to the kitchen. "So Russia, what seems to be the problem?" Oh boy. this is going to be hard. Everyone still remembers the falling out the two had three years ago.

"I-Um..It's about America-" A spatula embedded itself in the wall behind me. "Don't speak his name." Canada turned back to his food and said, "I don't have anything to do with that man. You know that." 

"But-But-" Come on Russia! Say it! "What?" "America passed out today!" Canada rose his eye brows. "He did?" I nodded. 

"He was heading to his car and he passed out. I caught him before he hit the ground and when I was checking on him, I removed his sunglasses. He had these big bags under his eyes. The three of us, Germany and Japan were there too, went back inside with him, He was way to light for his size. U.N. said it was because he was playing video games, but we don't belive that." 

Canada dropped his spoon into the bowl of soup. "He's relapsing?" I did a double take. "Relapsing?" He pulled out his phone and showed me a picture. It seemed to have been taken during the last world war. 

He and America were arm in arm, wearing their war outfits. However, America's outfit seemed too big for him. It was way too baggy. He swiped to another picture, this time of America with shirt off. I knew I turned red from that, then focused on his body. His ribs were showing, and he had cut littering his chest and arms. America in the picture was looking at himself in a mirror and he had bags under his eyes. Not as bad as yesterday's though.

"What in the?" I whispered. He sighed. "Before world war 2, his country was going through a state of economic depression, and he was getting affected. He wouldn't be able to eat or sleep. He would self harm...but he got better after the war. I don't understand!" He muttered, tears in his eyes.

"I'm really sorry Russia. I shouldn't do this while you're here."  I shook my head. "No, I'm glad you told me. Do you think you could help us find out if he really is relapsing?" Canada nodded and Ukraine smiled. "I'm joining too. You know how it is." I smiled.

America

"Whoa! Kentucky no!" The said state was currently racing Texas on horses. We were currently outside, playing around. "Florida, get off the roof and relase Iowa and Michigan!" Florida sighed and got down. Michigan smiled and said, "Let's play Duck, Duck, Gray duck!" The other states sighed.

"It's Duck, Duck, goose!" Massachauets said madly. Guam crawled up to my leg and whined. "Abababa!" I smiled and picked him up. "You all are trouble makers, but you are my troublemakers. Y'all should start cleaning up, It looks like it's gonna rain." The states nodded and I grabbed the toddler territories and started to take them in. 

Crack

I turned. Looking carefully I saw it. "Texas! Get off of Kentucky!" Texas whined and got off the young girl. Kentucky smiled and said, "You're just mad you lost!" Texas stuck his tounge out. I laughed and took them inside. Soon it started to rain. You okay Ame?

I shrugged, looking at the half asleep children. "Head upstairs everyone. It's nearly 8:00." We had dinner a little bit before going outside. The kids rushed upstairs, leaving me to do the dishes. You didn't answer me. "Of course I'm fine. I'm living the best life. Why would you think I'm not fine?"

Ame, you just relapsed a few days ago! You literally haven't slept for a week, and if I didn't help you the other day, you would've... I sighed. "Con, I'm fine. You know Those attacks don't mean I'm relapsing." But they've been happening more often. I just don't want you to die...

I chuckled, looking in the fridge. "Bro, You already know the result of that, besides, Why would I do that when I have my childen to take care of?" Empty. "I swear, I just went to the store." No, that was nearly a week ago. I shook my head.

"I'll go after the meeting. You should get some sleep." You should too. I don't need sleep. "I know, but do you think you could let me be alone for a bit? I need some quiet." Okay, but don't- "I won't!" Silence. Finally.

I sat down on the couch and sighed. Finally, some peace. 'Are you sure?' I jumped. 

'I mean, you were so adamant to kill me, weren't you?' It was Her. Japanese Empire. "I-You-you" Laughter. All of them. USSR, Third Reich, Itailian Empire, Confederate..., and Her. Native America. "M-Mom. What-" She came up to me. 

"You did this. You caused all of this to happen. You killed us. This is your fault.' USSR came up behind me. 'I had Children. You killed me. They were ALONE! You caused them to grow up alone!' "N-NO! I-I didn't know! I thought I was the-"

'Really? You didn't know? Just like you didn't know what would happen if We killed you' I gulped as the dead countries grabbed my arms, pulling up my sleeves. Look at this. You really should've ended it then. But those states were so important to you. "Do-Don't! Please, I need to...-" More laughter.

ALL YOUR FAULT

ALL YOUR FAULT

ALL YOUR FAULT

ALL YOUR FAULT

ALL YOUR FAULT

ADMIT IT! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!

"YOU'RE RIGHT!" Tears streamed my face.

"It's all my fault..."