abused (france x america)

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"America, please, I'm trying to help you. I won't hurt you." I said calmly. I tried to wrap America's wounds, but he kept pushing me away. "He s-said the s-same th-thing! H-He s-said h-he would n-never h-hurt me either!" He cried. "He lied to you. I swear, I won't hurt you. I want to help you." I said. I wrapped his hand to stop the bleeding. "Where...Where else has he hurt you?" I asked. "Pretty much everywhere. He would hurt me everyday till I couldn't move." He said. Tears were in his eyes. I pulled him into a hug. "It's alright America. Cry if you want too. I don't blame you." I said. The American cried into my chest. I gently stroked his hair, making sure not to touch his cowlick. "I'm sorry you had to experience that." I said quietly.

Hope you enjoyed this. I was listening to this song and out came this idea. I'll see you next time! Byeeeeeee! :)

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