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America POV

"Canada! F*cking stop!" I scream. I try getting through the crowd of countries. He f*cking promised me he wouldn't do this.

Canada wipes the blood away from his nose and looks at the bruised country in front of him. "It's all your fault." He sneers.

China shakes his head, scoffing. "My fault? She did it willingly and I gave her her request." China grins, bowing slightly to show how he's a gentleman. Ironic. Canada lunges at China and pushes him to the ground. The crowd grows silent. You can only hear China's sadistic chuckle. He smiles at my Canadian brother and that's when I knew they were unequally matched.

My brother's face drops. He expected China to surrender. He makes eye contact with me, giving me a confused glance. I never told him about China's personality or how he deals with complications. Canada knows him as a nerd because of his academic awards. Never has he seen the China I see.

Before anything could get worse, Russia steps in the ring to stop it. He tells the crowd to go away as this is private business. He starts shouting then it becomes shoving. In a matter of time, everyone has left the hallway besides Russia's gang and Canada and I.

China and I make eye contact and I guiltily look at the ground. "I swear he promised." I mumble. China sighs and comes over to me. His hand lifts my head up to look at him. Still I look to the side.

"Don't touch my sister!" Canada shouts. He's being constrained by Russia and is about to break free from his hold.

I bite my lips. I want to flee from this situation. But my feet are in hard cement. "I know it's not your fault. Your brother can't be controlled with words." China says, stroking my hair. I stare at my feet, wondering why I'm so embarrassed by him. My brother.

"Stay still. I'm mad at him too." Russia growls. This calms Canada down as he found an 'ally'.

China scoffs at them and drags me into the janitor's closet. I hear Canada scream after me. Soon enough, his screams are gone. He probably got taken away or got calmed by someone.

In the janitor's closet, China closes the door and sits down on a chair. He pulls me onto his lap facing him. I mumble sorry over and over again. Just like my brother. I hate it when I break a promise. I feel so weak, that the others won't trust me anymore. China shushes me, a clear tint of red on his cheeks which makes me a little confused.

"China, I'm sorry. Did I break the promise? I only told Maple and no one else. Not even my parents. Please forgive me." I whimper. China turns even more red. He covers his face with his hand and groans. "Please?" I say, making a last effort. It's over, America, you lost his trust and I guess 'love'.

China pulls me up onto his lap more so that we're super close to each other. My eyes widened when I could feel his friend under my private part through the clothes. I flush red, realizing that he isn't mad at me, he just wants to have a little fun with me.

China kisses me on my neck. I grab onto his shoulder, trying to constrain myself from making pleasurable sounds. I bite my lip hard when he starts sucking. "F*ck," I stutter out when I can't take it anymore. I let China place more hickies on my neck as a way of apologizing. When he's finished he kisses my lips. I kiss back wanting to enjoy the moment. We pull away. I breathe heavily over his shoulder. Before I could let him do anything else, I kiss his neck. I feel him freeze under me. "Do you not like it?" I ask, moving my hands over his chest.

China stays silent for a while which worries me. Have I made him uncomfortable? "You can continue." China whispers. With that I lick the nape of his neck. I feel him flinch under me. He isn't used to hickies or he doesn't want them. Either way, I start sucking his skin. China breathes heavily and starts groaning in delight. He's as sensitive as me. I thought his body count was sky high. I feel his hands sliding down my back and grabbing my *ss which makes me stop what I was doing. He senses my uncertainty and removes his hands, "sorry."

My eyes open wide as I fall off his lap and hit the hard floor. Never have I ever thought he would be able to say 'sorry' to anything. It is so unlike him. Am I sure I'm with the right China? Am I dreaming? It has to be a dream. I look around the closet, trying to figure it out just by sight. I can feel the cold floor tiles. It has to be real. But it doesn't seem real.

"Are you alright?" China asks worriedly. He picks me up from the floor and sets me back onto his lap. I slightly blush at the gesture. He cares for me. Stop it America! Don't get persuaded by his kindness. He isn't like this. I'm probably with his doppelganger, there's no way China will say sorry. Not in a million years will he say sorry to anything!

We hear knocks on the door. "It's Россия." I hear Russia's voice. Now I'm paranoid. That might not be Russia and I'm certainly not with China! I get off of China's lap to open the door so I can run away, only for China to hold me back.

"What is something 俄罗斯 only knows?" China questions. I hear a sigh from the other side.

"Ты трахнул почти всю школу и трахнул 127 человек из человеческих средних школ." Russia mumbles, quietly enough for China to hear. China hums in acknowledgement. "And I know this door isn't locked." Russia adds. He opens the door with a grin.

China groans, "I forgot to lock the door, again!" Okay, so this is China. He always forgets to lock the doors. He told me that's how Taiwan found him doing it with Ukraine.

"Anyways, did you tell Canada?" Russia asks, stumped. China shakes his head and points to me. I freeze when I see how angry Russia is.

"Relax, I told her to tell him. She wanted to know. She was begging." China grins. Russia looks at me, in want of something. "I couldn't refuse. I know you wouldn't either." China shrugs, leaning on the chair.

Russia mumbles yes and rubs his nose bridge. "Well, I guess that's it. Mission accomplished. Ukraine and Canada will never be together as long as the Canadian avoids her." Russia smiles, a genuine smile.

The male countries do their handshake while I watch. I am being used. Used by them. But I enjoy watching others suffer. Sadly, I found pleasure watching Canada suffer. I remember when I was little Canada would always come to my rescue. Now I repay him like this. He doesn't have to know. I will keep this secret locked within me for the rest of my life.

Canada, I am deeply sorry.

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