USSR x America

Chapter seven

This is around three pm during the same day!

Canada's POV

Where is America? I thought.

"Where the fuck is the little shit?!" Zealand shouted clearly pissed.

"Calm down Zealand." Australia said.

"He's probably dead." I said flatly. Ame where are you?

I walked up the stairs to his room and stopped at the door.

"Why am I so hated?" I heard him mumble from the other side of the door. When did he get home?!

"America?"

"What Canada?"

"I'm coming in there."

"Don't. Just leave me alone."

"Nope." I said walking in until I froze in place. "A-America?!" I said panicked. He was bleeding heavily from his arms and he had the knife positioned to stab himself.

"America no don't!" I ran and took the knife.

"What the fuck Canada?" He asked slightly mad.

"Don't kill yourself!" I said trying to hide the emotions I felt.

"Why it's not like you care about me." He said.

"If we knew this was going on we would have stopped it." I said.

"I thought you could care less if I died." He said starting to tear up.

"I would care. Australia would care." I myself started to tear up.

"Yeah right..." He responded.

"A- Ame"

"Don't call me that." He cut me off.

"Show me your arms." I said.

"Why?"

"Just please show me your arms."

"Fine." He pulled up the sleeves of his jacket. I was shocked by what I saw.

"W-why... why did you do this to yourself?" I asked.

"Why do you care?" He retorted.

"Do I look like someone who wouldn't care about his brother?" I said/asked surprised.

"Were your eyes always light purple?"

"Yes. Why are you changing the subject?"

"Your eyes were red before." He replied confused.

"Then I must have been possessed." I said shocked.

"So you didn't mean to make me hate myself-"

"No! Why would I ever do that to you?" I cut him off. He didn't reply.

"Lets deal with the cuts and make sure the old ones aren't infected and the new ones don't get infected." I said.

"Okay..." he said after a while.