Friends? (Depressed!USA X Russia fanfic)

Another day (pt 1)

USA POV:

I woke up with tears falling down my face once again... "Why does that nightmare keep on coming back?" I thought aloud to myself quietly as I got out of bed and put on my baggy NASA hoodie with my black and white UWU T-shirt underneath it. I pulled on the same black ripped jeans I had worn the day before, figuring they'd still be clean.
I suddenly hear loud knocking on my door

"USA!!? USA GET OUT OF BED!!"
It was Dad. of course, I was meant to be up almost half an hour ago

"I'm already up dad, just give me a minute" I replied quickly, Hoping to not anger him by taking to long

"Don't give me that fucking attitude boy." UK growled through the door

I flinched slightly at the word 'boy'... He knows I hate being called that. I know he's doing it to make me angry... "I didn't--..." I sigh... "Okay dad, sorry"

"You better hurry up or you're walking to school"

I roll my eyes just at the thought of that shitty college campus. God it was an awful place. with all the loud, cunty college kids and random punches to the ribs after every second corner. The place was a hell-hole through and through.

I put my sunglasses on to hide my eyes that dad seem to hate so so much and open my drawer, looking at the razor blade...

"I know I shouldn't... I know I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't..." I repeat these words in my head a few times, fighting my own mind as to whether it's worth it... I pick up the razorblade and roll up my sleeve, adding six deep cuts to the growing collection on my arm, wincing from the pain slightly but also feeling a sense of bitter relief.

I grab the bandages under my pillow and bandage up my arm so I don't get blood on my hoodie
"I can't let any of my friends to see..." I think as I put razorblade away and leave my room

"Fucking took you long enough America." Dad says, clearly pissed off

"Sorry dad" I replied, going into the kitchen. I stared at the cupboard for a while and remembered what everyone was saying back at college

Flashback to a few days before

"GET UP FATTASS!!"
I hear one kid yell as he kicks me in the ribs, causing me to fall back to the ground
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE MEANT TO BE STRONG! FUCKING WEAKLING!!" another kid jeered, picking me up by the collar of my shirt and punching me in the mouth as I struggled in pain and fear
"oh poor little America! He can't even fucking stand up! What a crippled fuck." Someone else replied, as the group of kids started taking it in turns punching and kicking me while I tried to protect my face

Then someone walked over and the kids ran away in fear, my ears were ringing and my vision was going out so I couldn't tell who it was but his voice seemed intimidating in a way that make me feel safer... Like nothing could hurt me when he was there...

I felt a pair of strong arms pick me up, and he said something, he had a thick accent and through the ringing and commotion around me I couldn't hear what he said... I closed my eyes... And blacked out.

End flashback owo

I look at the cupboard "... I should just skip breakfast and lunch and just eat dinner tonight... just for today"

I close the cupboard and grab a drink of water, grabbing my schoolbag and walking out of the door...

(Thanks for reading! Part two should be out tomorrow: -DaFishyBoi)