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Believe in Me: Chapter One (Schizophrenic)

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Published: Jun 27, 2013

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“A-America?”

“Britain! I-I don’t know wh-what’s happening…” The blonde removed his hand from his nose, gazing horror-stricken at the crimson blood splattered on his palm. He felt the blood ooze down from his nose, into the corner of his mouth and he could definitely taste iron tang of it on his tongue

“Wh-What did you do, America?” Canada started getting concerned as well, his eyebrows furrowed and his violet eyes flooding with worry “I-Is it like..?”

“N-No, I don’t… think so…” America muttered rather uncertainly, trying his best to wipe away most of the blood onto his clothes

Britain cringed. Despite the serious situation, he still could not help but be an English gentleman at heart. Shaking his head, he hands America a box of tissues from the middle of the meeting table “You bloody dolt! Don’t be so barbaric!”

“What is wrong?” Russia piped in, a look of slight concern as he started standing up

“Calm down, oui? We will handle this ourselves!” France pushed the Russian down back into a sitting position before turning his attention back to America “Are you still bleeding, mon amie?”

“Yeah! So much blood…” America cringed, shaking his head. He was horrified and his heart was beating a million miles per minute. He worried about all of his people, all of their lives, and the flashbacks from that dreaded awful day would not disappear from his mind. Was it the same as before? He could not tell...

“Dolt! Lean your head back, damnit!” Britain pulled America out of his reverie and forced him to lean his head back by placing his hand on the American’s forehead and pushing it back “It'll keep bleeding out if you don’t!”

“I-I really hope it’s not because o-of…” Canada panicked, clutching Kumajiro harder against his chest. He doesn't remember most of the things from that day... The only thing he does remember, though, is the feeling of dread that flooded his chest and seemed to worm it's way up his throat. He remembers how he felt like he was going to throw up and, at the moment, he looked like he was.

This commotion seemed to attract the whole room’s attention.

Was this another terrorist attack? Was that why the American suddenly started bleeding? The entire World started worrying as well.

The first thought on everyone’s minds though was the twin towers. Yes, that exact event from years past... 9/11 was tragic. And it all started like this

“I-I’m fine! Really! I-I don’t th-think it’s…” America tried to explain though his voice was slightly muffled by the number of tissues Britain managed to shove against his face “I-It doesn’t feel l-like it did before…”

“What the bloody hell is going on?”

≧◉◡◉≦ (Somewhere else...)

“Lookie here! The schizo is back!” A blonde nearby cackled and [Name] just cringed away

This was horrible. Wasn’t it enough that they practically shoved medicine down her throat? Hetalia was nothing but trouble!

“Hey! [Nickname]! Don't listen to them!” She glanced from the corner of her eyes to see it was just America

‘America’.

“Go away…” The girl muttered, making the posse of populars that surrounded her laugh and taunt louder “You’re not real…”

The pained look on America’s face almost broke [Name’s] heart but she realized something almost immediately. Something that made her feel worse but it was the fact of life.

‘America’ was just a figment of her imagination, taken from the anime she knew and loved from the deepest depths of her heart.

Or used to.

She first started seeing them after an accident where she lost her memory. A week after regaining half of it, she saw Italy. The rest followed. At first, when she started seeing them, she was thrilled. But she was the only one who saw them. People started thinking she was schizophrenic and things just went downhill from there.

“You’re not real… Y-You’re not real…” [Name] started muttering under her breath when the American tried to convince her otherwise, her voice getting louder as she chanted like it was a spell—a charm that she held so dear—to get rid of all these bad things that were happening to her. The combination of her voice, America's coaxing and the laughing and taunting and teasing and screaming and--

“YOU’RE. NOT. REAL!”

“Get out of my head! OUT! OUT!” She started shrieking, clutching her head as a splitting headache hit her like a truck, pulling her apart by the seams.

Then, blackness

In which you find out that there's trouble at the World Meeting and where you meet our famous main character, Reader-chan.

Chapter 2: chibihetaliatan.deviantart.com…