Fake

Chapter 6

America adjusted the strap on his shoulder of his messenger bag, while he was walking down the corridor of the school with Canada beside him.

He let out a sigh. Today was finally Friday and America was excited to go home. He just wanted to be in his office with his two companions, drawing and animating in peace and quiet. That was all he asked for.

"Finally Friday!" America said aloud, "We get two days off before we go back to this hell." He doesn't know why they go to school anyway, they were around for centuries, granted some were younger but still have been around long enough.

Canada chuckled, "I suppose you're right." He said.

America saw Russia at the end of the hallway standing near the lockers and waved over to him. The Russian only nodded his head in acknowledgement.

"You two seem to be getting along well." Canada pointed out as they walked pass Russia.

The American shrugged, "We've been decent enough to each other after that project, though we don't talk to each other much." He said.

"Maybe you guys should start." Canada suggested.

America looked at his brother, "As if. I doubt that he wants anything to do with me." He stated. "Besides, I'm pretty sure his father hates me." His voice got quieter at the sentence, his tone sounding dejected.

Canada frowned, but then tried to lighten up the mood with a conversation. The two stopped at the gate. America looked up and his eyes widened behind his sunglasses ever so slightly.

Britain and Soviet were talking with each other. Like a normal conversation. No glaring, no fighting, just talking.

America stared at the duo in bemusement. Canada raised a brow then followed to where the American's eyes were and froze.

"Well that's a sight I never thought I'd see in a million years." America said, pointing at the two with his index finger.

Canada snorted, "You're telling me."

As the two were standing there, America was lost in his thoughts. He wondered why was Britain talking to Soviet anyway? Those two didn't really get along well, though they were part of the allies in the second world war.

Britain was probably trying to gain more allies, he always does that. Or, did the two finally grow up and put the past behind them and actually start acting like adults instead of two children fighting over a toy and decided to have a civil conversation for once?

America shook his head. It was probably the first option, perhaps both, but he was guessing the first.

After the two were done talking, he and Canada walked up to their dad who was probably going to drive them home which was rare because usually they walk home, though they didn't mind.  They smiled at their father and began walking to the car.

"Oi! Wait faw us!" They heard an Australian accent yell. They were about to turn around when America felt a harsh impact on his back as legs wrapped around his torso.

America let out a grunt and looked at who was on his back. He saw Australia grinning at him, still attached to his back.

"'Ello mate!" Australia said. America only sighed feeling pain creep up to his back. Seriously, why prey on his back? It's bad enough.

"Can you get off?" America said, "My back ain't doing so well right now." He tried prying the Australian's legs from around him.

Australia rolled his eyes and unwrapped his legs from around America and landed on the ground. "Yah back is always hurtin'." He said.