Don't be scared... I'm not going to do anything to you... I'm sorry..

No wait-t!

:He'd go after him:

:He'd grab onto his shirt: STOP-P

S..stop... Don't be scared..

P..Please.. I'm not going to do anything to you..

BISH EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE RUN AMERICA11!

I.. I just want to ask.. If you'd want to go.. Go to a cafe?

this is private roleplay?)

NO- ...

:He'd run to his house, knocking calmly, like he was a different person: ..Please... America... I'm.. I'm sorry... I'm sorry for everything..

:He'd lay his head on the door, putting one hand on it: I'm sorry...

Please... I won't dare to touch you... Any body part... I swear..

Oh shit

Imma call Russia

bro this is priv rp)

what do you not get)

Just... Let me in...

I.. I just want to talk.....

...Just please... I... I want to ... Say a big sorry..

At my house...

Just.. Please be there..

:He'd walk to his place, setting banners up:

One last touch... :He'd put a big plate full of cakes on the table:

:He'd sit on his pink couch, waiting:

:He'd get up, sprinting to the door, opening:

Oh! You showed up! C-Come in!

:He'd let him in:

Wait here..

:He'd get the cake, walking to him with it behind his back:

:He'd give it to him, giving a smile:

:He'd nod: Y-You're welcome :he'd sit next to him:

Listen.... America...

I'm.. I'm awfully sorry.

:Tears would leak down his face:

P-Please... For-rgive me...

I-I don't know why I .. I did it... It... It just happend...

:He'd sob even harder: I'm sorry...

:He'd get up, getting a razor from his pocket going to the bathroom:

:He'd roll up his sleeves:

:He'd start to cut, each lines messy:

:Blood would start dropping in the sink:

:Finland would flinch:

:Tears dropping down:

I..I should end it... Pf... Nobody loves me...

:He'd open the balcony window:

:He'd stand on the edge, holding on:

:A whole view of cars would overlook the bottom:

:He'd loosen the grip :

:Taking a step forward, still holding on with one hand:

:He'd let go, going forward:

NgH-

L-Let go-!

:He'd shake his legs:

:Slowly giving up:

:He'd pull himself up:

:Getting his feet back on the balcony:

:He'd just walk past him, sadly:

:Going outside: D..Don't follow me.

:He;d rush onto a road:

:A car would hit him:

:He'd collapse, cars stopping:

:Blood would be everywhere:

:Laying in the pool of blood... Silent:

((((Sorry to intrude the priv rp but the person that above said that that is a deleted comment was kinda true. I just dont like rps like this))))))))

suicide is a VERY serious issue. I don´t know why you guys are roleplaying it.

((((((True (sorry to intrude rp ))))))))))