One shots of my OCs (mostly countryhuman Russame though)

Russame -5

This chapter will have 18+ if your uncomfortable with it i'll let you skip this chapter. Also cutting self and thinking about ending there own life.

America POV

Russia waves goodbye and closes my bedroom door I sight separating my legs apart from each other looking down at my hard member "ah...." I unzip my pants and take off my boxers I see it stand straight up already pre cuming I put my glasses down "h-here w-we go" I grab it rubbing it really fast "AHH~~~!!-" I put my hand over my mouth I hear footsteps coming upstairs I hear a knock at the door "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?!" I flinch "i-I'm........DOING HOMEWORK!" "Good I don't want you to be doing anything wrong" I hear him leave I look back down I don't even want to finish anymore I just feel so scared again but I know i'll just bug me if I don't finish I put my hand over my mouth rubbing really fast "ahhh~~~~~" it feels so good "russia~~~~" I really want him here helping me but I know he'll never date me "ahhhh~~~~~!" It feels so good I cum in my hands "AHHhhhh~~~~!-" I look around with my hand on my mouth I don't hear anything I put back on my boxers and pants I wash my hands laying down in bed hugging my pillow "what if he doesn't want to be friends anymore........." I don't want that to happen I love him with all my heart I can't think of him dating me though and why would he.

He's straight and he has a girlfriend and all the girls like him and what I have my depression, hate for my body, my arms full of cuts and my useless life. No one in my three years at the high school asked me out for a date.....not even when I was little, this is going to be my last year with Russia i'll either end my life before my next birthday or i'll live on the streets because my family hates me I cry into my pillow "WHY ME!!" I look over at my dresser seeing my blades there the only thing that makes me happy anymore I sit up and grab one pulling down my sweater sleeves I see some cuts from this morning i've been cutting for two years now. I make a smile looking down at the blade I make some cuts in my arm i'm so use to them that I don't feel it anymore when it cuts through my skin I put the blade down seeing blood run down my arms I pull my sleeves back up laying back down holding my pillow I put my blanket over me "night Russia........I love you" I put my face in my pillow crying myself to sleep.