"I'm o-okay... E-Every-Everything's okay..." (Y/N) shakily whispered, dragging the already bloodied razor across her red, cut-littered arm. Her neat, navy blue uniform had little spots of blood on it, but the girl didn't realize. She didn't even care at this point.

"A-Act like a l-lady... S-Sit straight... Be p-proper..." (Y/N) whispered, her posture straightening as she continued to drag the blade across her arms. Her dewy tears rolled from her (E/C) eyes, down her red cheeks, only to splash onto her bloody arm.

The girl put the razor back into her small jewelry box, and dried her tears. She put the box back on her dressing table. When (Y/N) paused, she could see her arm shaking from the blood loss. She was beginning to feel dizzy, but she remained on her feet.

There was a gentle knock on her door, which made her hastily pull down her navy blue sweater. (Y/N) sniffed slightly. "Y-Yes? Who is it?" She asked, taking a seat at her desk and quickly getting her homework out. "It's your dad." "O-Oh! Father, what can I do for you..?"

America, who was standing outside the door with Russia, Canada, New Zealand and Aussie, frowned slightly. "Are you al-" "I'm fine..! Just... A sad video I watched." She replied, closing her eyes and rubbing away some more tears. "Alright... Well, uh.. Do you want to go get ice-cream with us?" He asked.

"I... I'm good, thank you." She said. "I have a lot of studying to do.." The five countries outside her door exchanged looks, but shrugged. "Alright..." America said, before backing away from the door, and following the others down the stairs.

The next day at school...

"(Y/N)! Sit straighter! Ladies should have slouched postures!" Miss Everdale snapped, smacking her ruler on (Y/N)'s desk, making a loud 'SNAP!' on her desk. (Y/N) barely flinched as she sat straighter. "And smile." Miss Everdale said, to be greeted by a small, delicate smiled.

"Good enough. Now, pull your chair out and show me how you sit." (Y/N) obliged, pulling her chair out, before sitting down, her knees and feet pressed together, and tilted slightly. Her back was as straight as she could get it, her head tilted back a bit, her hands in her lap.

"Hmm... Good posture. You're improving. Finally, my prayers have been answered you're acting like a real lady." Miss Everdale said, smiling. (Y/N) smiled slightly, before putting her chair back. "We just have to work on your hair.." Miss said. The other girls in the room glanced at (Y/N)'s unruly (H/L), (H/C) hair, and grimaced slightly.

The bell rang at that second, making the girls push their chairs back and pick up their books and notes. "Remember, I want that homework by tomorrow! Work on your postures, especially you, (Y/N)." Miss Everdale said.

"Yes, Miss Everdale." The girls said in unison, except for (Y/N). Her shaky voice would give her feelings away, and ladies were 'not allowed' to cry. She sighed, and waited for the other girls to leave the classroom.

(Y/N) left the class shortly after, and walked briskly down the hall to her locker, quickly putting in the pin and collecting her other papers, putting them into her bag. She grabbed her spare hair brush, took out the ribbon holding her hair, gave her tough hair some hard, strong strokes, before tying her hair up again.

(Y/N) leaned against the locker after closing it, and sighed. She turned around, only to have arms slam at her sides. (Y/N) flinched, and glanced up to see the school bully, Anna-Lucia. (Y/N) frowned slightly. "Anna-Lucia.." She mumbled. "Nice to see you.."

"Don't talk nice with me, brat." Anna-Lucia snapped, before shoving homework into (Y/N)'s arms. "Do this, complain and I'll tell the teachers about all the rumors you've spread about them." "But I haven't-" "Who will they believe? You, or me?" (Y/N) was silent.

There was a sudden stinging pain in her cheek, but (Y/N) didn't hold her hand to it. "Answer me, slut!" Anna-Lucia snapped, to be greeted with more silence. "Hah, you can't. That's because you're stupid! You're ugly, disgusting, fat and a weak bitch!" She snapped.

It was yet again silent. Anna-Lucia grumbled. "Have that damn homework in my hands by tomorrow, slut. Snitch, and you'll have me and my friends to deal with, and you wouldn't like that, would you?" She asked, before shoving the poor girl against her locker, slapping her again and storming off.

(Y/N) leaned against her locker, trembling slightly. Her fingers squeezed around the older girl's homework, the force of the squeeze making her cuts pop open, and bleed. She could feel the wetness on her arm, and she sniffed.

After a while of containing her tears, (Y/N) pushed off the locker, swung her back on her bruised and cut shoulders, before beginning the journey home. She walked slowly, her whole body aching and stinging. The weight of her school textbooks and Anna-Lucia's homework in her arms didn't help, either.

Poor (Y/N) trudged home, trembling as she walked. 'Maybe I am just a weak bitch..' She thought, leaning against a tree to steady herself. 'She's right, I am just ugly, disgusting and fat.' (Y/N) looked up, seeing the path stretching ahead of her. She could see the gates of the private neighborhood her family and the countries shared.

'Maybe I should just kill myself...'

Tears stung in the girl's beautiful (E/C) eyes, and she hugged the homework to her chest, before standing upright, and beginning to walk home again. Her every move hurt her, she wanted to lie down, to rest, to just escape this miserable excuse of a life.

The beautiful arching gates of the countries private neighborhood glimmered in the afternoon sun, making (Y/N) sigh happily. She tapped in the code to open the automatic gates, which clicked, and swung open, allowing the teen girl to walk through.

The private neighborhood was beautiful at this time of year. The Japanese cherry blossom trees were in blossom, the New Zealand silver ferns were lush and beautiful. The random wildlife animals that came to feed, nest/burrow/sleep here all looked up as she walked along the cement path.

The white, marble houses ahead of her always managed to impress her. The intricate designs of carvings on the large, white pillars made (Y/N)'s dewy eyes gleam, the little charms and lanterns hanging about the porches never failed to make her happy.

The girl got to her family's house, and opened the door. It was the same scene she saw everyday she came home from school. America on the couch, gaming with a few online friends, UK drinking tea whilst reading a newspaper, Australia and New Zealand sitting at the table playing with their pets, Canada making afternoon tea.

"(Y/N)! You're a bit late home, did anything happen?" UK asked, looking up from his newspaper. "O-Oh! Nothing happened, grandfather..! I just had to collect some extra homework." (Y/N) lied, giving him a (Hopefully) reassuring smile. UK raised a brow, but shrugged. "Alright, honey.."

"mY aWeSoMe DaUgHtEr! HoW wAs ScHoOl!?" America exclaimed, gesturing for (Y/N) to come sit next to him. (Y/N) put her bag by the coat hanger, slipped off her shoes and put Anna-Lucia's homework on the table used for holding keys, books etc, before going to sit next to America.

"It was fine, father. Just the everyday normal." (Y/N) said, giving him a smile. "Everyday normal?" America inquired. 'Pain, torment and bullying.' She thought. "Lessons on the basic skills, and sometimes more advanced skills." America smiled. "I knew that school would be good for you." 'But it isn't...' (Y/N) nodded, and gave him a side-hug.

America smiled widely, and hugged back, squeezing her upper arms and back. (Y/N) tried her best not to hiss and yelp at the pain coming from her cuts, and soon broke the hug. "Sorry to break this moment short, father. But I have homework that needs to be completed by tomorrow. This school is strict about its learning priorities." She said, before standing up to collect Anna-Lucia's homework and her own.

America nodded in understanding, although the countries in the room were a little suspicious of her extreme lady-like behavior. (Y/N) was known to be more of a tom-boyish girl, not a polite, reserved young lady. "Oh, and do you know if Russia's home? I have some questions on his country's history." "Yes, he's home."

(Y/N) nodded, smiled, before excusing herself to go upstairs to do her and Anna-Lucia's homework. She opened her dark, wooden door and walked in, flicking on the light and shutting the door. (Y/N) dumped the books and papers on the table, before peeling off her school uniform. Dried and fresh blood covered her arms, stomach and back, making (Y/N) sigh quietly. She looked over at her bedside table, to see the little jewelry box there.

(Y/N) frowned slightly, before going over to her bedside table, and opening the box. The bloody razor lay there, inviting her to pick it up, which was exactly what the girl did. She inspected it, turning it around in her soft fingers.

'End it all...'

'You're worthless, a piece of shit there for people to use.'

'You don't deserve to live.'

'YOU'RE JUST A SLUT!'

'Kill yourself already! You can't even act like a proper lady!'

'Your family hates you, they don't even love you.'

Voices echoed through her head, making the girl's (E/C) eyes tear up. "Stop please..."

"You're just a weak, bitchy slut!"

(Y/N) sniffed, and let the dewy tears run down her red cheeks. She held the razor to her neck, and sliced it. It stung, but it was just a surface cut. It wasn't deep, maybe about 4 centimeters deep. Her tears fell faster, until they were streaming down her cheeks. Again, she sliced across her neck, until there were five cuts strewn on her neck.

(Y/N) choked slightly, and put a hand on her neck. She held her stinging neck for a while, before pulling her hand away. Her crimson blood dripped down her hands to plip on the wooden floor. (Y/N) shivered slightly, before adding more cuts to her arms, stomach, and back.

'Finally, you're being a good girl.'

'Doing as you're told for once. Good failure.'

'And I thought you couldn't listen to simple instructions.'

(Y/N) shook her head, before slipping a singlet on, and a turtleneck sweater dress to hide her neck, and other cuts. She thought for a second, before putting on some bike shorts. 'I'll leave the other homework for later, I'll see Russia first.' She thought, grabbing a notepad and an ink pen, before leaving her room and walking down the stairs.

(Y/N) saw her family eating afternoon tea, and chatting together. "Ah, (Y/N)! Come join us for afternoon tea!" Canada chirped. (Y/N) smiled apologetically. "Sorry, Uncle Canada. I want to talk to Russia first, and get it over and done with." It was quiet. "As far as I'm concerned, (Y/N), you haven't eaten in about three days."

(Y/N) tensed slightly."O-Oh, I uh... I have! Just not around you guys..?" She said in a questioning tone. It was quiet again. "Sure..." Australia mumbled, squinting his eyes. (Y/N) gave them a nervous smile, before speed-walking to the door, slipping on some shoes and leaving.

The girl walked down the cement pathway, looking at the words engraved on the shiny metal plaques. "Baltic... African... Slavic." She said, before walking up the pathway, hopping up the marble steps and pressing the doorbell.

"I'LL GET IT!!" About five voices yelled, making (Y/N) giggle slightly. The door swung open a few seconds later, and she glanced down to see Belarus beaming up at her. "Hiya, Miss (Y/N)!! What brings you to our humble household??" She asked. (Y/N) heard a scoff. "Humble my ass.." A deep voice grumbled. (Y/N) covered a smile. "I've come to see Russia. He's home, right?"

Belarus nodded. "Yep! RUSSIA (Y/N) WANTS TO SEE YOU!!" Belarus yelled, before looking back at (Y/N). "Please! Come inside." She said, stepping to the side. (Y/N) thanked her, and walked inside. Russia raced down the stairs, nearly slamming into a wall as he did so. "Ah! (Y/N)! Nice to see you again. How can I help?" He asked.

"I have a lesson on history, and we're doing Russia this week. I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions because you're Russia and you know more than the internet?" She asked, in one breath. Russia chuckled. "Sure, follow me." He said, walking to the stairs.

(Y/N) followed him, and passed the USSR. "Afternoon, (Y/N)." He said, to which the girl politely nodded. USSR blinked at this reaction, and watched her walk upstairs after Russia. He looked back at his kids that were in the lounge. "Has she always been like that..?" He asked, to which the countries shook their heads. "Huh..."

"So, what do you want- Oh?" Russia asked, raising a brow and looking down. He saw (Y/N) crying quietly, trying to muffle herself by covering her mouth with her sleeves. "(Y/N)? Oh no, why are you crying? Please don't cry." Russia said, crouching down and hugging the girl. "Ow! Ow.." She yelped, trying to push him away.

Russia instantly let go, and looked down at her arms. Her sleeves had been pushed up slightly, and he could see the literal hundreds of cuts on her arm. "(Y/N)... Why..?" He asked, looking back up at the girl. (Y/N) wiped her tears, but that did nothing. "I-It is s-school, and s-some other things... I-I couldn't s-stop the f-feeling..." She mumbled.

Russia frowned slightly. "Can you take off the sweater dress..? Or no..?" He asked. (Y/N) nodded carefully, and pulled the dress off, since she was wearing a singlet and bike shorts. Russia covered his mouth in shock. "Oh no... (Y/N) honey..." Russia mumbled, stroking her hair.

While (Y/N) cried into his chest, Russia quickly texted America, before going back to comforting the girl. Within seconds, America was there with his family. America nearly broke down crying when he saw (Y/N)'s cut-ridden body. He rushed forward, dropped to his knees and hugged (Y/N). "Shh, it's okay, dad's here.." He mumbled, stroking her hair.

She continued crying, whilst explaining everything that caused her to do what she'd done. "I knew that school was shit for her!" Australia snapped, cracking his knuckles. "Don't listen to that Anna-Lucia girl, she's a bitch." New Zealand said, growling.

USSR sat by his son and enemy, and started bandaging her cuts. "I'm pulling you out of that school, it's fucking horrible." America said, playing with (Y/N)'s smooth, beautiful hair. "T-Thank you.." She mumbled, smiling slightly.

"We love you, and never doubt that for a second." Soviet said, tying the bandages and sitting back. "You're lucky your neck cuts aren't too deep, otherwise you'd be dead." He said, frowning slightly. "Please, never do this again..." Russia whispered, gently hugging her.

"I promise.." (Y/N) said, smiling weakly.

'No promises...'

'I'm sorry...'