Happy Ending? [Countryhumans]

Chapter five

Chapter five: Fake Complications

"Ты в порядке?"

I stopped shaking. Then I stared at the perturbed USA. I slowly stood up. From what I knew, he just said "are you ok" in my native language. I walked towards him and helped him get up.

"Извините (sorry)," I mumbled.

"Все хорошо, не беспокойся (It's ok, don't worry)," America reassured.

We both slouched down the couch and just sat there for 5 minutes. I tried my best to avoid eye contact. Mainly because I just acted like a freak for no reason. America finally got enough of the awkwardness and spoke.

"So, what just happened back there?" America asked.

"Hmm?" I whispered. "What do you mean?"

"You kinda freaked out there"

"Oh right ... it's nothing."

"Are you sure?"

"Y-yes, I'm fine. I can handle things on my own, don't worry."

"Ah, I see."

"Also, can you not touch me ...?"

"Huh? Why?"

I coughed and we both stared at each other. I sighed and finally gave up. I mean, he needs to at least know my condition.

"I kinda suffer from haphephobia."

"W-what's that? I mean, are you scared of something?"

"I'm not exactly afraid, I just really don't like being touched ...?"

"Why? What happened? Did someone —"

"No, no, no, no, no! No one raped me or anything, I swear. Listen, I said 'kinda' so I'm not really afraid. In fact, I'm not."

"Not what I was gonna say, but then why?"

I shrugged. To be honest, I never knew why. I was pretty much born with it. Maybe it's because of crowds and stuff? I don't know anymore.

"Eh, I don't know. I'd say that it's more of ... well, it strikes at different times. Sometimes I feel it like a while ago, but most of the time ... nah. It mainly affects me if they're ... I don't know, strangers maybe? But it rarely strikes, so bad timing I guess."

"Ah, I see ..." America mumbled. Then he walked upstairs. I watched him march up to his room. I just sat there, bored.

"I'm weird," I shrugged.

Welp, now he knows. I mean, that's good, I guess? Meh, I don't care. I stood up and went to the kitchen. For some reason, I feel weird. I feel like I wanna be alone and stuff like that. Maybe I'm feeling a little blue today.

I reached to the cabinet and snatched a bag of chips. Doritos to be more precise. I just opened the bag when I remembered about the letter.

I grabbed it from a drawer and America, once again, tapped on my shoulder. He said something, but I couldn't really hear. He giggled a bit.

Oh my God, I thought we talked about this —

Hold on, I'm not freaking out. Finally! It stopped. I'm not hyperventilating or lashing out. Although I'm happy about this, I turned around with a frown. America realized that he just did what caused him to earn a sock in the stomach and immediately stopped.

"Ah, I'm sorry. I —"

"What is it?"

"Huh?" America stared again. I leaned on the countertop and stared at him blandly. Getting impatient, I huffed one more time.