Black Coffee :|: America x Russia :|: Countryhumans

(OPT. B) Chapter Sixty-One

TRIGGER WARNING

Descriptions of rape 

Thinking asexuality is unnatural (it's not, don't worry, youre not a demon unless you want to be)

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It was just supposed to be a meeting.

They had decided to move her to the hospital to keep a better eye on her.

Australia couldn't move much - well she could, but not without an immense amount of pain. Which really sucked. She wasn't used to being still so much. Last time she sat this still she was on the floor trying to beat America at the "paralysis" game, which was a fun tactic France used to stop them bouncing off the walls like crack heads.

People had stopped by to visit her, which was lovely. Some gave her flowers, others gave her cards. Kiwi even snuck in one of her smaller snakes, Canberra, and they vibed for a good while which was nice.

What made Australia kind of upset was that she hadn't told anyone outside of her family. She didn't want questions - and everyone would ask too many goddamn questions.

Who did it?

Why did they do it?

Where did they do it?

How did they do it?

Why didn't you fight back?

Did you try to fight back?

Did you scream?

Are you ok?

Who knows. Definitely not her. Someone should answer those questions because she didn't know the fucking answer. It was cold, dark, and painful. So fucking painful. Not just physically (though it was indeed, physically painful) but also mentally. She hadn't exactly liked him. But she trusted him enough to be in a room alone with him.

"Oz Poz? You in there?"

On the subject of being alone in a room with someone.

The white hospital door swung open and a converse shoe stepped onto the black sprinkled linoleum floor. America poked his stripy head in through the door, looking more tired than ever. Australia felt a small smile creep onto her face.

"Whaddya mean "am I in here"? Were you just knocking on every door, hoping you'd find me?"

America chuckled, sitting in the chair placed right next to her boring white bed, "Pretty much. They won't let me in here anymore after...the incident."

"That time you smuggled Maccas in here?"

"Hmm. The other one."

"That time you tried to literally fight the vending machine to get your pepsi?"

"You know it was coke, and the other one."

"That time you set off fireworks outside for Canada when he broke his arm and had to miss his birthday?"

"That's the one!" America grinned, leaning back. "Gosh. I'm such a great brother."

Australia hummed, pressing the button on the remote in her hand to turn off the mumbling television above her.

"So," America leaned forward again, frowning and causing wrinkles on his forehead. "How ya feelin'?"

"Shitty," Australia said in a raspy voice, exhaustion lacing her words as though she hadn't slept in years. "Like really shitty. Like, imagine if that garbage island in the middle of the ocean took a shit the size of the earth and then it just had all these space maggots on it writhing in shit --"