Hiya everyone! I just want to take a moment to look at the wonderful new cover by @Imaweirddo Thank you so much! :D anyways you guys are here for the chapter soooo here we go! Also just so you notice I don't know who made these pictures but NONE of them are mine. I'm not stealing art I'm just putting cute pics that I find online on here. (WARNING!!!: This contains swearing(well so do other chapters) and mentions of bullying. Even a note. Just warning you guys)

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America's POV

Me and my gang walked into the lunchroom chatting and me making continuous remarks on Japan's crush on South to keep her red and head in her hands. I glanced at south as we sat down and saw he was looking angrily at me but turned away as soon as I looked. I grinned as this confirmed my theory. South also had a huge crush on Japan and was jealous of how red I was making her unknow to him I was talking about him. I laughed and hit her lightly. She waked my hand away and I whispered. "So it looks like Southie is jealous. Do you think it's because of how red you are?"

Japan whips around and South Korea turns his head quickly away. I laughed at the two and we each sat down in our respected seats. Me next to Japan. Would you really think I would let her get away from her punishment that easily? No, I'm evil and I know it >:3.

"Hey guys look, the commie has entered the lunchroom," Jeered Latvia loudly so he can. And a few of my other friends threw insults at the poor guy.

I looked at him with an expression of conflict. What could I do? I kinda wanted to help but what would my friends think of me? What would the school think of me? Would I get bullied again? I used to. At my old school, I used to be hurt, at home too. My dad would hit me from being so drunk. So, my birth mom, North America left. After that it hit my dad hard and he realized just how bad he had gotten. I remember it like it was yesterday even though I was barely 3.

(Flashback)

Mommy had left me. I watched her go and wondered why she didn't take me. I wanted to run to her. To get her to hug me. But she just turned on her car and left. Dad was watching the window too. I was scared he would hit me again so I stayed quiet. But he just looked at me and fell to the floor. He had a beer bottle in his hand and he placed it down and kicked it away it's contents spilling everywhere. I went to go pick it up but he said in a choked voice. "No no I'll do it." He stood up and grabbed a towel.

I wasn't really sure how to react as he always made me clean up after him. I just stood to the side. "I...I should've stopped. I-I should have listened to her" He whimpered. He was on his knees now. I could see tears spilling out of his eyes. Dad never cried. Did mommy really mean that much to him? I walked forward still a little scared but curious. Dad looked at me and whispered. "And I hurt you. I hurt my only wonderful son." He wiped his eyes and glared at the bottle. "All because of my stupid anger problems and this...this devil drink." he went to smash it but saw the terror in my eyes so he stopped and stood up placing the bottle in the recycling box. "I...I will not ask for your forgiveness because I don't deserve it. But... please tell me if I hurt you. In any case. And remind me why my wife ran away if...if I go back to drink that devil drink." He looked at his hands and closed his bedroom door behind him.

I stood outside wondering why he was upset. But I headed to bed and curled up. And that was when it hit me and I started to cry silently. Mommy and I shared a bed and she kept me warm. But she wasn't here anymore. I was alone. Alone and cold. Or so I thought. The next day dad came out of his bedroom early. He made breakfast for the first time in my memory. He gave it to me and sat on the other side of the table giving me my space. I was timid but curious about why the sudden change. Throughout the day he left me alone but was always in earshot which was new. I went to my bed and looked around and suddenly I started to cry again. I curled up on the bed and sobbed great tears coming out of my eyes. I heard a knock on the door and sat up quickly trying to stifle the cries. "America?" Came a soft voice on the other side of the door. It was the same voice as my dad but a different tone. I didn't know how it could be him.

I looked up but didn't answer only whimpered. The door creaked open and my father looked in. I yelped and dove under the covers scared that he would yell at me for crying. He hadn't caught me crying for a long time. But he only sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me sadly. "America you don't have to be scared." He whispered and placed a gentle hand on my back.

I winced but relaxed once he started to rub comforting circles on my back. He mumbled a soft song as my cries lessened more and more. I peaked out from my covers and looked at him. He smiled softly and I decided I liked this new form of my dad. Maybe he was changing for the better. I got up and suddenly hugged him. "You're not gonna hurt me anymore?" I whispered and he hugged back softly.

"No. never again," He whispered and rubbed my back more as I drifted off to sleep.

I shook off my thoughts as Netherlands tapped my shoulder. "Hey what should we do to him? The usual? Bug him about his father and family? Put notes in his locker? Or laugh at his stupid face?" Everyone else had turned to me and had an exciting look on their face as they waited for my answer.

"He is so cold to everyone. And mean." Someone muttered and a few nodded.

"So?" They all waited for my answer.

I wasn't sure what to say so I just watched Russia too act like I was thinking. I placed a smirk on my face even though I didn't know if what I was gonna say would be good enough for them. "Well. It's been a bit since we have done the notes. How about that."

My crew grinned and someone got out some paper and pencils. We chatted about other things besides the notes since we didn't want anyone to see. Japan showed hers to me and had an evil smile on her face. The note read. 'Hey commie bastard! Your old fucker of a dad getting ready to die yet? Well maybe you should join him!' there was a fucking smiley face at the end.

I forced a fake smirk. "Nice one JapJap."

"Yeah! What does yours say?" She asks. I looked at my note and opened my mouth.

"A teacher!" Someone whispered and we stuffed the notes in our pockets.

"Guys give your notes to me, I'll put it in his locker," I whispered and they all nodded giving them to me. I stuffed them in my pockets

I stood up and made my way carefully to his locker. When I got there I went to put the notes in it carefully. But I hesitated. Looking at my note I wondered what I was doing here. Why am I still doing this? I mean I now know he isn't a Communist so what is even the point anymore? The only reason that I hurt him was that I thought he was a commie...but he wasn't URGH! Things were supposed to go back to normal when we came back to school, but it feels like everything has changed. I sighed and stuffed all the notes in my bookbag. Just to make it look like I did I randomly picked one out and shoved it in his bag. I didn't really know anymore. I walked quickly out of the hallway and back to the room acting as though I had one it when I put the confident shit-eating smirk on my face. They all cheered and patted me on the back. I grinned at them and changed into that bossy stuck up kid... I don't like being him. He's not me. But it's what the people want. I rather be someone I'm not then be alone. I don't have to pretend all the time. Japan knows me, and Canada, and come to think of it....Russia does too. I didn't have to feel like I had to pretend with him...I didn't have to feel like....he only liked me because I'm popular. Actually he hated me for it. I'm not really sure how to feel about it. I shook Russia out of my head and continued talking to my friends.

(Time skip to end of the day)

Russia's POV

I walked to my locker and heard people laughing at me. I ignored them and just opened the door to my locker expecting to find something inside. Notes or something else from America's gang. Since things were supposed to go back to normal. But I found nothing. Confused, I looked a bit closer but there wasn't anything there. I was confused and to be honest a little angry. I felt like they were trying to catch me off my guard. I sighed a little in anger why couldn't they just get it over with. I threw my bag over my shoulder and something fell out of it. I kelt next to it and picked it up. The note read "Hey...um. I really honestly have no idea what to write here. But I'm just doing this to make it look like I am still the same...I guess I also wanted to say that I'm sorry. I only bullied you to make me look strong and because I thought you were a communist. But you aren't so there really isn't any reason...but on the other hand, the others are scared of you. I don't know what to do. I hope you are um okay. That is a stupid question....of course your not okay. I'm sorry this is all my fault. Oh, wait I'm rambling again. I'll just stop writing. -You know who it is."

I looked at the note not knowing what to feel. But I was slightly happy. But also confused. I put the note into my pocket and turned to see America looking at me. He turned sharply and I swear I saw he blushed ever so slightly. I raised my eyebrow at that but let it go. Feeling pleased, I tucked the note in my pocket and smiled at it. "America you sure are one interesting country," I muttered before heading home. 

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Should I make these chapters longer? What do you guys think? Anyways have a great day! :)

-Corah