It's Not Over (RusAme Story)

Chapter 11- Blackout

CHAPTER ELEVEN

~Russia's POV~

"Beep beep beep."

I yawn, reach over and violently smack my alarm clock off my desk. I stretch, back muscles stretching and contracting before I sit up and tiredly rub my eyes.

Pain shoots through my eye and I hiss, quickly drawing away my hand from my face. Instantly the memories came flooding back and I growled grumpily. Right. America hit me in the face with a baseball yesterday. What an awesome memory to wake up to.

Wait. A thought crosses my mind and I stand up fast, rushing to the bathroom and peering into the mirror. Well fuck.

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I trudge into school, glaring intently at anyone that dares give me a second glance. I woke up this morning, and staring me back in the face, was a large, baseball sized bruise. Purple and black bloomed under my eyebrow and above my cheekbone. It wasn't the worst bruise I've ever had, but it was definitely noticeable.

Earlier this morning, I'd had to hide the bruise from Father so he didn't go completely ballistic and interrogate me about it, which wasn't easy. If he found out, that would most likely be the end of America. I don't know why I'm still protecting her. I honestly shouldn't be at this point. She deserves to have Father punish her.

But I know what happens to people that get on Father's bad side. And it rarely ends with them surviving. I hate her with a burning passion, but the thought of her dead chills me, regardless of all the pain she's caused me.

Father's voice fills my head unexpectedly and I nearly jump at his harsh tone. "Stop being weak. She deserves to die and you know it too. You won't ever be strong enough for this world if you can't get rid of aggravating individuals." He scoffs disbelievingly. "Destroy Britain and America for me. The world needs to be cleansed of them."

The urge to make him proud fills me and I subconsciously nod. He's right. I shouldn't feel bad. She brought this upon herself.

Instantly, many countries' eyes go wide at the sight of the massive bruise blooming vividly on my cheek. I give them hard looks, daring them to continue looking and they quickly direct their attention towards each other or the ground.

I was going to kill America. And she knew it too.

Too bad for her, I had her in my first class. Fury coursed through my veins as more and more countries stared at my bruise. I stalked off in the direction of English, the corners of my lips twisting up into a maniacal grin.

~America's POV~

I walked timidly into my English class, desperately dreading what was to come. The thought of Russia, just waiting for me to wander into the room felt like walking straight into his clutches. Like prey. I was going to be waltzing in like easy prey while he waited to destroy me. I shiver. Suddenly one of my favorite classes didn't seem so fun anymore.

I spotted Russia's back hunched over his desk at the front of the room and my feet froze. I willed myself to move, but my heels were dug firmly into the ground. I wondered if my instinct was battling my will. Great. Another reason why I shouldn't face Russia, let alone sit next to him.

What I did yesterday was wrong but I only did it as self defense. If I hadn't slammed the baseball into Russia's face... I don't even want to think about what could've happened. He could've attempted to kill me or worse.

Japan stared at me, a worried expression on her usually gentle face. I frown, nervously picking at my fingernails. Japan doesn't get worried that often, unless it's something big. She isn't even drawing, just sitting there rigidly like she knows shit is about to hit the fan. She doesn't know, does she?

I quickly convinced myself otherwise, not wanting to believe that the latter is possible. Because if it is, everyone knows. And if everyone knows, Soviet already knows about it or he will know. And if Soviet knows, Britain will know. In conclusion, if Soviet knows, I am guaranteed to die by the end of this week.

I shook myself out of my terrifying thoughts and my feet finally decided they would let me move again. Ignoring the stares of my classmates, I cautiously made my way over to Russia, not even daring to look at him. Tentatively, I slid into the seat next to him.

My muscles were tuat, waiting for the slightest hint of an aggressive movement towards me. I didn't even glance in his direction, though I could tell that he wasn't looking at me either. Fear fills me, despite my vigilant effort to push it away. Something's wrong. He's biding his time, waiting to hit me when I least expect it. Tension radiates through the air, the classroom dead silent as the teacher continues to rattle on obliviously. No one says anything.

Canada and Ukraine sit behind Griffin and I in silence, not even looking at each other. Instead, they watch us, waiting to see what happens. Everyone seems to be watching us, waiting for the impending storm of events that is soon to take place.

Russia shifts slightly and my muscles coil, preparing to spring me from my seat and out of the classroom. I whip my head to look at him and shock paralyzes me.

Oh my god. I gave him a black eye. How am I still living?

The teacher excuses herself to the bathroom at that exact moment and unknowingly gives Russia his opening. He waits until she's out of the classroom, then turns back to me. Russia's silver eyes look murderous. They are daggers, shining in the light of the classroom, ready to slice me apart the moment the opportunity presents itself. I don't even know what to do.

Then before I can react, Russia launches himself at me. I hit the floor hard and my breath is knocked from my lungs. I recover quickly and twist underneath him, using a move I've seen from a YouTube video on self defense. It works and I'm barely a foot away from him when he grabs my wrists and slams me to the ground again.

Around me, countries gasp, scrambling out of their seats to peel him off of me. Canada is livid and he tackles Russia, who shakes him off like he's a pesky fly. He collides with the wall and I cringe, lurching to my feet.

Holy crap, he's fucking scary when he's mad.

The other countries pause when they see this, not knowing if they should get involved or not.

Within a moment, Russia's attention is back on me and in no time, he comes barreling at me. He looms over me like a tower and fear courses through me like liquid lightning. Instinct takes over and I dart across the classroom faster than my brain can catch up, heading straight for the door.

"Russia stop!" Ukraine shouts.

He ignores her and quickly blocks the door, giving me a huge sense of nostalgia. It's like detention all over again. Hopefully this will end as well as it did last time.

He grabs my wrist and I cry out in pain.

Germany tries to convince him to stop, but Russia's far too angry to even hear him. Ukraine frantically grabs his wrist, begging him to stop, and tears fill my eye from the pain he's inflicting. He flings Ukraine off and she falls to the ground, tears filling her eyes.

I try to hit him with the back of my elbow, but seeing as my back is to his, it's pointless. I try anyways, struggling furiously. He swiftly kicks me in the back of the knees and I crumple to the ground.

Thankfully, UN walks by just in the nick of time and drags Russia off of me faster than I can blink. My body shakes from shock and fear and I just sit there in embarrassment, knees already bruising and wrists throbbing painfully. My vision is blurred, either with tears or lack of oxygen, I can't tell. I can barely get air into my lungs and black dots start to speckle my vision.

Before I know it, the black dots spread and darkness overcomes my vision.