For YamiNya999

Hey guys! Sorry it's been awhile. Enjoy! WARNING: self hate and self harm
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Cuba absolutely hated America.

The blonde American was cocky, obnoxious, ambitious, and a bunch of other words that probably hadn't been invented yet. He always seemed so sure of himself. Like if another world war broke out, his country would be the only one to survive. To be fair though he did have the strength to back up his arrogance but that just made Cuba hate America more.

Cuba knew he wasn't the only one who hated the American bastard. North Korea, Russia, China, and a majority of the Middle East (save for Israel) also hated America for some reason or another. Often times at meetings they would hurl insults at America trying to get some form of reaction from the blonde male but all they would get was a bright smile in return. America never seemed to care about what they had to say and just ignored them whenever they would shout across the room.

Cuba didn't really get how America could just brush them off like it was nothing. If someone had the nerve to say half the things they say to America to him he would be pissed off. It must be that indestructible resolve Cuba had heard Spain and Portugal discussing all those years ago.

Indestructible resolve Cuba's ass! Surely America has got to have some down moments right? I mean someone can't just be that happy all the time with the amount of harassment he faces. Cuba unconsciously growled drawing attention of a few nearby nations. "What is the matter, Kuba?" North Korea asked raising an eyebrow at the angry Cuban. "He's so damn happy all the time. It pisses me off." Cuba snarled hands gripping the meeting room table in suppressed rage.

"Who troubles you comrade?" Russia inquired usual creepy smile in place. "America" Cuba growled out glaring holes into the back of the oblivious American's head. "What he do now?" China asked stealing a glance at where America was happily talking to Italy. "He acts so strong but there's gotta be a moment of weakness in there. There has to be." Cuba murmured loud enough for the nations around him to hear.

"Why are you concerning yourself with the pig? It's not like he ever pays attention when we insult him so...." Afghanistan trailed off when he caught a glimpse at the American and noticed the young blonde was holding his right wrist his face twisting in something akin to pain. Saudi Arabia raised an eyebrow when Afghanistan suddenly smirked like he had just won the lottery. "What with creepy look on your face?" China asked the now smirking Afghan.

"Maybe he does have a moment of weakness." Afghanistan said critically. "What do you mean?" Russia asked looking slightly curious. "Look closely. Notice how he's holding his wrist like that." Afghanistan pointed at where America was holding his wrist and the others saw what he was talking about. "You don't think—?" North Korea was cut off when Afghanistan interrupted him. "Yes I do. How about we have a little discussion with Amerika after the meeting?" Afghanistan suggested gaining smirks and excited looks from the nations around him.

"You might want to reconsider that, da-ze." A voice threatened curtly. North Korea's head snapped in the direction of the voice and locked eyes with his little brother. "Stay out of this South. This does not concern you." North Korea growled at the South Korean who just pouted at him in response. "Yeah it does. Don't go looking at my best friend creepily and then expect me to step aside while you harass him like a bunch of perverts." South Korea said earning blushes and horrified looks from the nations in front of him.

"How dare you!"

"I wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole!"

"South Korea, you are speaking out of turn."

"Deny it all you want but I know the truth da-ze! Now I have to go warn America." South Korea gave them all an uncharacteristically sly smirk that made Cuba clenched his hands into fists. He was just about ready to deck South Korea in the face but it seems Afghanistan beat him to it. The Afghan nation swung his closed fist at the Korean but the other nation dodged. "Brutes." South Korea whined before he began making his way towards America and Italy.

Cuba watched horrified as South Korea tugged at the sleeve of America's jacket bringing the younger nation's attention to him. America looked down at the South Korean with a smile though it soon morphed into a look of confusion when South Korea stood on his tippy toes to whisper something into his ear. Whatever South Korea told him had the American blushing and looking absolutely frightened.

Italy looked confused but patted America on the back in an attempt to comfort the other nation. South Korea did the same stealing a look at where America's enemies were glaring at him. If looks could kill, South Korea would be dead a thousand times over. "Damnit!" Cuba cursed slamming at fist onto the meeting room table. "Well there goes that plan." Afghanistan sighed slumping back into his chair. "Your brother really suck." China commented glaring at North Korea like his brother interruption was his fault. "Try being related to him. Anyways what are we going to do now?" North Korea asked looking over at where America was being pulled away by South Korea and Italy.

"One of us could just approach him. All of us talking to him at the same time would seem suspicious anyway." Cuba said lazily earning a newly formed smirk from Afghanistan. "That sounds like a good idea. You should do that." Cuba stared agape at what the Afghan was suggesting. "Me?! Why?" He asked glaring at the still smirking Middle Eastern man. "It was you who started this whole and besides you live closest to him." Afghanistan pointed out brining a scowl onto the Cuban's features.

"Fine! Just wait until after the meeting." Cuba relented earning smirks and looks of glee from the nations around him. "This going to be fun." Syria said his eyes gleaming with an emotion Cuba didn't want to address. Was he doing the right thing? Sure he didn't like America but he also didn't want to go poking around in the blonde's personal life.

Cuba just hoped everything would go according to plan.
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America sighed in relief when the meeting finally ended. It seemed like the meeting had dragged on longer than usual but maybe America's brain was just messing with him. As America was packing up his papers, he thought back to what South Korea had whispered to him halfway through the meeting. America's cuts had been throbbing so he put his hand over his wrist in an attempt to ease the pain but failed miserably.

He had been talking with Italy when South Korea approached him tugging at his sleeves for attention. He had given the South Korean a smile but felt confused when South Korea stood on his tippy toes and got close to his ear. The Asian nation had whispered, "America don't look now but I think your enemies are checking out your ass." America wasn't sure how to respond to that so he just blushed brightly a feeling a fright beginning to course through his veins.

Afghanistan, Russia, China, Cuba, and North Korea had been glaring at South Korea like he had just killed their cats. Wait do they have cats? Why would they have cats? America shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. He just needed to get somewhere safe so he could check on his arms and wrists.

America exited the meeting room before walking towards a nearby bathroom unaware someone was following him. Cuba slowly but surely trailing America waiting to see what the blonde nation would do. When America entered the bathroom Cuba followed the American in quietly. America didn't hear or see Cuba enter the bathroom with him so he dropped his briefcase on the floor and took off his jacket before rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt.

Cuba couldn't help the horrified gasp that left his mouth at the sight of America's mangled arms. Short jagged cuts were sprinkled across his arms while longer, more smooth cuts stood out on his upper arms. Cuba never imagined this is what he would find. He thought that America was temporarily sick or something but not this. Never this!

"C-Cuba?"

America's frightened voice brought him out of his thoughts and he locked eyes with the American. "America." He greeted curtly slowly approaching America who was rolling up his sleeves in a panicked frenzy. "Hey! You didn't see anything, right? I mean what was there to see? Absolutely nothing. You know what I'm just gonna go—" America's rambled was cut off when he was slammed into a nearby wall.

"You idiota! Do you have any idea what you've done? How could you do this to yourself? What happened to make you do this?" Cuba asked all these questions even though he already knew the answer. They made him to do this. They pushed him to the point of self harm. "Why do you think I do this? Because you guys like insulting me at almost every meeting! Even when I'm not there you talk behind my back! Do you know how that makes a person feel?!" America snapped the Cuban causing the grip he had the others shoulders to tighten.

"How deep does it go? Your legs? Shoulders? Back? How many cuts, America?" Cuba frantically shook America by the shoulders as he spoke. He needed to know! America scowled at him. "That's none of your damn business. Now let go of me before I make you." America growled but Cuba didn't budge. "If I helped push you to this then I'm going to help fix it." America gave the Cuban a confused look before protesting when Cuba ripped the sleeves off revealing even more scarred tissue.

"What're you doing?! Let go of me!" America yelled before gasping in pain when Cuba moved from his shoulders and squeezed his arms. "No. Just listen to me." When America didn't stop struggling, Cuba did the only thing he knew would shut America up. He kissed him. When Cuba kissed America he didn't expect the American to taste like apples and cinnamon. Kissing America was surprisingly addictive and Cuba was hooked.

Only the punches America was delivering to his back brought him back to reality and the situation he was in. Cuba separated from America's lip before hugging the American. "Lo siento. Lo siento." The Cuban apologized to the shocked American. What was going on? First Cuba kisses him now he's hugging him and apologizing. There was probably something in the water provided at the meeting. Yeah that's it.

They stayed like that for what seemed like forever before Cuba released him and grabbed his wrist. "It's going to be okay now. I'll do everything I can to help you." Cuba promised before he dragged America off to clean his wounds.
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