~In His Eyes~ || RusAme || Countryhumans || 13+ || DISCONTINUED

The Breakdown. ::ch3::

**WARNING: THIS CHAPTER WILL HAVE VERY TRIGGERING THEMES.**

~*America POV*~

I woke up with a really bad headache, but it didn't matter since I knew the cause of it. I had had a nightmare. It could have also been because of the lack of food. I shook my head, walking to the bathroom and grabbing a small box that I packed with me that had bandages, blades, and antidepressants.

I locked the door behind me, grabbing the blade out of the box and resting it on the sink. Shaking, i slowly took off the bandages on my scarred arms and threw them into the garbage, and then grabbed the blade. I closed my eyes and grazed it across my skin a few times, some cuts deep, some small, some shallow, they all hurt either way. Blood dripped from my arm onto the sink and I made a mental note to clean it up later.

Once I had finished, I rewrapped my arms, and cleaned the sink up as best as I could in my derailed state.

Author's Note: okay the bad themes are gone we good broskis

I walked out of the bathroom wearing a stained hoodie and dark blue jeans, putting on a smile. Russia was still asleep so I decided to play some games on my phone while sitting on my bed. I opened the app, and the sound was all the way up. "JUST DANCE 3!" could be heard through probably the entire hallway. I threw the phone away from me, panicking, and I watched as if I'm slow motion as it landed onto Russia's bed.

'fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckuckfuckfuckfuckuckfuckfuckfuckuckfuckfuckfuckuckfuck fuckuckfuckfuckfuckuckfuckfuckfuckuckfuckfuckfuckuckfuckfuckfuckuckfuckfuckfuckfuck'

He glared daggers at me, waking up the second it landed on his bed.

~*Russia POV*~

I heard a loud noise, and then something hitting my bed. I immediately look up and glare at the striped country, knowing damn well he was the cause. He was going to die. He stared at me with wide eyes, I could see red above his glasses, and I swiftly launched across the room. Holding a dagger to the annoying idiot's neck, I whispered in his ear- "Ты умрёшь." (You are going to die.) I could feel him shake, and then he responded. Stupid-.

"I can't understand you but that's kinky."
(Oli note- Mel liked this line lol)

I dropped the knife, pushing him onto the ground. He fell surprisingly easy, I think I used too much force when I shoved him onto the floor, he wasn't moving.

I stood next to him and poked him with the tip of my boot, and he didn't move. Did he pass out? Did I really shove him that hard? Oh well. I grabbed a cup of ice cold water and dumped it onto his head. He flinched, adjusted his glasses and sat up quickly.

I sighed, watching him as he picked up his water bottle and taking a sip before freezing. His head turned toward me slowly, and with a knowing look in his eyes he chugged the entire bottle- what? he- is that the one I put vodka in? it is- and he just chugged a bottle of straight vodka! I'd be impressed if i didn't want him dead.

~*America POV*~

I grabbed my water bottle and took a long sip, but to my surpise it wasn't water. It was.. Vodka. And oh how it burned. But you know what? I wouldn't let that Russian scumbag trick me and win. Never.

So, naturally, I chugged the entire thing while staring at him. It was stupid and it burned like
f i r e,  but the look on his face made it worth it.

I quickly felt the effects of the drink, and I could feel my body swaying slightly on the floor while he glared at me, probably wishing I was dead. The rest of the day was pretty fuzzy until about 10pm. At that point I was just sitting on the ground doing.. something. I don't really remember.. But the next thing I knew, I was passed out.

~*Narrator's POV*~

America finished his drink, holding in a large cough and burning eyes. It was clear he had no tolerance for alcohol, but he wouldn't let the Russian win. After about 5 minutes America was shit-faced wasted, and Russia was regretting everything. He looked at the smaller country's glasses and wondered why he wore them all the time, Ame even slept in them.

Russia tried to grab Americas glasses but America swatted his hand away, glaring at Russia-
"Don't- Don't toucccchhh my -*hic*- glasssses.."
The tall country furrowed his brows at this. Was he hiding something? A scar? Were his eyes messed up? Now that Russia knew America was hiding something he had to know what it was. And he will find a way to see what he was hiding.

Later on in the day America was doing some mucking around and started flirting with Russia, spouting some of the random stuff.

"Heeeyyyy Ruski~~"

"Do not call me that."

"But Russssski..~" America hugged the country from his side holding him tightly. Russia quickly shoved him off, pinning him onto the ground with his hands aboved his head.

"Woah- thatsss kinky.." Ame giggled. Russia snarled, hitting the younger ones head and knocking him out.

Russia sighed, getting off the now snoring American and sat down onto the couch, regretting his choices.

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Ayyy and thats ch3 done! Again id like to thank melody for editing <3 (sorry for it being longer, mel) (no problem :p)

ouch man, poor Ame-

Bye my darlings~! (Word count: 931)

~Oliver