This fic is currently in a rough patch rn, sorry i just don't know what to do
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America is a normal high school student. He mostly just tries to get on with life, despite how already stressful it is. His family life is good, he's come to terms with his identity, everything should be good. There's still something wrong and he can't decipher what it could be. Until meeting him.
Russia is much like America: he wants to get on with life. But, his past trauma surrounding his father still follow him. He finds himself getting worst and worst with each passing day, he doesn't know how to stop it. He just wants his father out of his goddamn life. He coped in a numerous amounts of destructive ways, but it changed when he met someone.
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Warnings:
- Themes around LGBTQ+ Issues (Gender dysphoria, homophobia, etc.)
- Mental issues (dissociation, anxiety, depression, PTSD, etc.)
(Unserious)
- Shipping (possible rusame, maybe I'll add some others?)
- Cringe, this book is straight out of 2020
(I am really sorry for Russia's positive portrayal in this AU. I do not support the government, but I want to continue writing this fic. You might not even want to forgive me for writing him like this, but it's ok, I'm cool with that.)
Now that the entire fucking world is going to even more shit, I'm hating this fic more and more. I hate how I have been portraying everyone in this AU, I despise how "relatable" I made them, I hate them so goddamn much but it's too late to do anything.
The tall tale of the later hardships faced by "the gifted child". As Russia ages, he finds his life dulling because he has nothing to live for. He had already succeeded in so much that his life loses purpose. One fateful day he unexpectedly befriends America who understands exactly how he is feeling. He persuades Russia to partake in deadly events with him to help him feel excitement again. Intelligently gifted depressed psychopaths should never become addicted to danger... or become besties.
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America glances back over to me with a menacing grin plastered onto his face. He laughs and its echo haunts my ears. "I don't think I'm insane; surely my entire situation is understandable. If it weren't, I would've been put into that asylum when I was younger."
I stare into his doe mismatched colored eyes. What the hell did I get myself into? "America, you are insane." I repeat. I was truly at a loss for words and had conflicting emotions. Crossing the street blindfolded was the last thing I had expected him to try. And yet, I was even more disturbed at how much I wanted to try it for myself...
"And so are you, Russia." he says chillingly as if he had a key to my gated mind. "We are not so different and you know it. You are not normal; you revealed that to me in your past. Our horrible childhoods molded us into what we are today. "
"I'm not fucking crazy." I tell him, "I find hobbies to feel alive- not to try to kill myself!"
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**Not the story you will be expecting**
⚠️ Warning: This is a fictional novel, so please don't attempt or copy anything life threatening that these characters do, thanks TuT 💗
All art is mine :) 🫧
- Yes, there are many allusions to famous works of literature because I am an obsessed fanatic for them!! Also I included a shit ton of symbolism and foreshadowing. So be on the look out for everything! ✨ ;)