(Cover art is not mine.) America is F.I.N.E.. It's an acronym. People assume that when he says it he's really okay, and doesn't need help with anything. They're wrong. His friends all see him as the happy bubbly boy he acts like, but he's not. He's a teen with severe problems, who's dad doesn't believe in therapy. He's forced to just go with it, and roll with the punches. That all works out until it doesn't.

Cracking, splitting, and aching. America seems to have it great on the outside, but it doesn't feel that way. Everything seems to be splitting apart, literally. This story will not revolve around Rusame. There will be small glimpses of relationship building, but it's not my intention to write a romance.

"Have you noticed America has been looking..kinda strange recently?" "I wouldn't worry too much about him"

•·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙•°~ This is a RusAme countryhumans fanfiction in which America moves into a new neighborhood and happens to be neighbors with Russia. Character descriptions: America ~ Gender: boi Height: 5'1 Age: 16 He is shy, socially awkward and nervous sometimes. He doesn't eat much and seems to be malnourished. He's described as 'cute'. He is the least favorite of the family. Russia ~ Gender: boi Height: 5'8 Age: 16 He is confident, normal, average guy. He is strong and sporty and has a job at Wacdonalds. ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✫ ┊ ┊ ☪⋆ ┊ ⊹ ✯ ⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚✩ cover art by me i know its trash ok