Ch. 14 don't be like the rest

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America's POV~

I had made a simple soup I don't care what it was not like I'm eating it.

I put it in a bowl placing it in front of him I wash my hands off and start walking up the stairs.

" Wait! " I stop and turn to him raising a brow " what is it? The salt is in the cabinet the sugar is on the microwave now goodbye. "

I turn around again starting to walk up the stairs I was mid way up the stairs when I was pulled back.

" I don't care if your sick as a dog or having your mood swings you come when I say so. "

I look down on him since I was 2 steps up from him.

I was in no mood for him I felt like someone was cutting razor blades into my wrist.

" Oh is that right? I never heard you come here I'm not your dog grow up."

Britain seemed speechless stepping back.

" It's sad how the Great Britain has fallen making his son do he's work your an embarrassment saying your a man you can't even live without me, so how about this you stay here mutt. "

I pet he's head and walk away going to my room once I got inside I shut the door I move my sleeve hissing when I moved fabric on it.

I grasp my wrist as my blood drips out I go into the bathroom letting blood fall I turn on the sink and rinse off the blood trying to clean the cuts without hurting me.

I whimper softly but let out a broken chuckle " it's fun how things always come back when though your trying to change. "

I just stand there for abit I rest my head on my forearm " I need a hero from this shit. "

My tears and blood mix together as it gets drained from the sink.

I go to my nightstand pulling out some bandages wrapping them around my arm.

I start to pack clothes " I need to find myself " I felt like my legs couldn't move I drop the bag.

" What am I thinking I can't run away Britain will catch me. No this isn't me I would never run away I must be just stressed. "

I push the bag under my bed " I should apologize to Britain I was really rude to him besides he's the only one who loves me in this place. "

America hides the bandages I was about to leave when i fainted from I guess blood loss? But I didn't loose that much blood.

As I was in my subconscious I hear millions of voices whispering hearing sobs.

" I want to take my life no I need to "

" I-It hurts...I just want my m-m-om...."

" please save us we didn't mean to "

" only way out....it'll be safer there....and on-once I'm there...I-I'll get...them...t-t-t...t-o...save...us...all..d-on't..cr-cry..."

" he's hurting us he won't let us go."

" they don't care....then why should I....I'll...make sure they suffer..."

" ...I'm not save...I don't want to be stepped over..."

" D-Dad....I l-learned...m-m-my...lesson p-p-p-p....please...come back...."

" they...were right i can't...make it on my own..."

"...I-i'm...s-sorry....I ju-just...wanted..to hel-help..."

" THE VOICES THEY WON'T SHUT UP "

" make them stop fighting I just want a happy family. "

" WE NEED A HERO "

They all shout my ears felt like they should be bleeding they all start crying.

" H-hey don't cry...everything will be okay I'll help you I'll be your heroes. "

I promised to the unknown inner voices I smiled but their voices become fogged out as I wake up with a headache.

Hi so to clear things up America is still scared of Britain because he believes Britain is the only one who will love him because Britain protects him -DJ

The voices and he's ' mood swings ' aren't exactly him it's he's citizens -Remix

𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 -♥︎

♡︎- 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖

𝐶𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒? -♥︎

♡︎- 𝑵𝒐, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉

𝑊𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 6,71𝑘 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 -♥︎

♡︎- 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚?

𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑥 𝐼 𝑒𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 -♥︎

♡︎- 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆

𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 -♥︎

♡︎- 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌

𝐴𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 -♥︎

♡︎- 𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌

♥︎- 𝐷𝐽 & 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒙 -♡︎

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