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Note from Author: this chapter has been a pain to write💀. I kept having to rewrite it cause I didn't like how it was going😭.

By the way, I will change the book cover soon😏. It will show an event of future chapter. 🤭

Hope you enjoy this chapter☺️

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America POV

I sit on my bed idly as I listen to my alarm ring reminding me of school. Everything has happened so fast. At one point, I was happy. I was happy with my boyfriend. I was happy with him. I was happy with my life. Now I'm not. Everything has fallen apart because of my jealousy; I let my feelings take over my mind.

I will never let that happen ever again.

The door to my room opens and in comes Canada with a bunch of paper. He closes the door and looks at me, frowning, "have you just been sitting there for 7 hours? This is the 5th day, Amy."

I don't reply, staring at him with my puffy eyes. I have been crying every night. I already emptied 10 tissue boxes. Canada sighs, setting his backpack down on the ground. That's when I noticed the bruises on his arms. "Who gave you those?" I ask softly.

"These notes? Your teacher gave them to me—"

"Those bruises." I say.

He chuckles nervously, covering his bruises with his long sleeve shirt, "we're learning how to box in gym class and Finland beat me up pretty badly."

I take his arm, he flinches slightly. "You guys had boxing for five days straight?" I mumble, rolling up his sleeves.

"Yeah," he sighs, "but now I know how to fight! Isn't that great, Amy?" He smiles.

I don't reply, grabbing the ointment from my night stand. Why didn't the teachers treat his bruises? If they're teaching class then they should also teach them how to stay safe and fix themselves up. But what can I say? These teachers are stupid. "Did anything else happen today?" I ask, applying the ointment. Canada flinches at the touch, but tries not to take his arm away from me.

"The students are starting to like me more! I guess it's because they saw my fighting skills and were impressed." Canada beams brightly.

I scoff softly, "my brother is so strong!"

"Amy! I'm not lying." Canada grins.

Canada is weak. He would never fight. He would never hurt a fly. I find it weird he's telling me all this, but what do I know? I stayed home for the whole week. I cut my contacts with all my friends. Canada is the only way I can get news. "I believe you," I mutter, taking his other arm and finding more bruises. "I just don't like seeing you hurt."

Canada smiles reassuringly, "It's part of training. Don't worry." I continue applying the ointments. There's still this question that I have suppressed for these days. Canada looks at me worriedly, "is something wrong?"

I bite my lips, "how are they?" Canada doesn't reply. I look up at him, trying to find some signs through the look of his face. He stares at the window behind me, not uttering a word. "Please Maple. I want to know," I whisper.