It's Not Over (RusAme Story)

Chapter 10- Suspended

CHAPTER TEN

~Russia's POV~

I circled around the ice, frowning at the thought of my shrunken jersey that lay crumpled in my bag. Scowling, I sped up, doing my drills aggressively fast.

"Hey, you okay?" Germany peers at me, bright blue eyes concerned.

I would tell him, but I'm too humiliated to let him know that America got the best of me. Again. That girl was ruining my tough image with everyone.

I nod at him. "I'm great, thanks."

I slide my eyes over his disheveled blonde hair as he takes off his helmet.

"Listen, I've known you since we were kids. I know something's up."

I give him a hard look. Anyone else and I would not have let them question me, but with Germany, I'll let it slide.

"It's America, isn't it?" He says knowingly.

"I don't know what you ever saw in her," I growled.

"Me neither. She's such a wet blanket." China skates over, interrupting our conversation and my mood gets considerably worse.

"Why were you listening in on our conversation?" I ask, voice rough.

He shrugs. "I just heard America and guessed you were talking about her being annoying." He scoffs, taking a swig from his water jug. "It's not like she has any other personality traits."

Germany looks as if he doesn't know what to say. He obviously wants to defend America, but he wouldn't belittle my opinion in front of China.

"What's your story?" Germany asks, looking inquisitively at China.

"Hmm?"

"With America," he says, tone almost accusative.

"Doesn't matter." China replies defensively, glaring at Germany.

What is going on here? I furrowed my brow and watched as the two had a staring contest. China has never been the friendliest, but Germany really seems to despise him. I huff as the two continue their staring match and skate away from them, not wanting to be involved in their pettiness.

As I skate in circles, dribbling the puck through cones I wonder what China has against America. I know that they used to get along, but around two years ago they started acting completely different around each other. I think they even dated at one point.

"You only find America annoying because she rejected you when you tried to take things too far." Germany's angry voice carried loudly across the ice, which had previously been filled with the sounds of skates and hockey sticks slapping the ice.

I turned to find China glowering at Germany, fists balled. Whoa, Germany never gets mad, so something big was going on. What happened between them? I wondered as the two continued to face off, tension radiating through the air. Everything fell silent as my teammates and I wondered what was going to happen.

"You take that back," China spat, eyes dark with anger.

Germany looked a little unsure, but didn't go back on his word. "No."

"You're going to regret that," China snarled, fist lashing out and colliding with Germany's chest.

My brows furrowed and I took a step towards them, ready to step in and help Germany, but my teammates shook their heads. We had to let them settle this themselves. I huffed and crossed my arms, muscles tense.

Germany stumbled back, before retaliating and hitting him back, landing a clean hit to his jaw. China growled and leapt at Germany, attempting to grab him. Germany ducked and slashed his hockey stick across his shins, causing China to falter.