CHAPTER NINE
~Canada's POV~
"Alright Ukraine, I'll see you tomorrow." I say, getting my keys out to go in the house when I noticed the front door was unlocked. Was America home?
"Okay, bye Canada," her cheerful voice floated through the phone and I smiled subconsciously, imagining Ukraine's bright eyes shining.
We hung up and I shook my head, stepping inside. I went to slip off my shoes when I noticed shoes fit for a giant next to Americas. Who was here?
"I SAID I'M SORRY!" America's voice floated from ahead.
"IT DOESN'T MATTER!" I heard the Russian's low voice rumble menacingly and the shuffling of feet followed. Realization blared like an alarm in my head and I didn't even think, my brotherly instincts kicking in, and I flung my bag beside my shoes and sprinted up the stairs two at a time.
Reaching America's door, I threw it open to find Russia pinning America's hands on the bed, looking furious and I froze. Russia turned to look at me and anger filled me, clouding my vision red.
"Wait, it's not what it looks like-"
I warned him. I told him to stay away from my sister. My eyes narrowed and I leapt at him, tackling him off of her and his buddy slammed into the floor with a large thump. I moved to punch him, but thought better of it, and instead gritted my teeth, making sure he couldn't throw me off.
He groaned before opening his eyes, which were like slicing through like daggers. I would have been scared if I wasn't so pissed. How dare he try to do something like that to my sister!
He moved to throw me off and I quickly pressed my elbow against his windpipe.
"AMERICA! The rope!"
America scrambled off the bed and tossed me one of the lassos that had previously been hung up on a tack on the wall. Her blue eyes were round and more anger filled me. I quickly bound the rope around Russia, who strangely wasn't struggling.
"Call Ukraine."
America nodded and pulled out her phone, discreetly slipping into a corner of the room as to get as far away from Russia as possible.
"You think this can stop me? He chuckled, almost looking insane and I shivered. The rope was now bound so tight around him that it was cutting into his skin, but I didn't care.
Russia just sat there, silently fuming and waiting for Ukraine to show up.
~Russia's POV~
I sat there, silently fuming, but I knew better than to mess with Canada now. Huffing, I glared at America, which seemed to be all I ever did these days. Of course she needed someone to protect her. What a loser.
My eye throbbed painfully and I growled, voice shaking the room and dragging America's attention towards me. I gritted my teeth, flashing them menacingly, purposefully intimidating her.
Her dirty blonde hair seemed disheveled and I realized how much I terrified her. Pride and satisfaction filled me. Good, she deserves it. Anger filled me at everything she's done in the past two weeks.
Flipping me off, kicking my crotch, shrinking my jersey... Anger poured over me like water and I caught fire. I wasn't just going to sit here and wait for Ukraine. I could destroy them both now.
Blood pumped through my veins and I brought my arms away from my body, straining against the rope.
"Let me out."
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It's Not Over (RusAme Story)
Romance(Fem America & Male Russia) & **NOT MY COVER ART** America and Russia have been enemies for as long as they can remember and they intend to keep it that way. Until a few eventful run-ins with each other start changing their minds. They despise eac...
