It's Not Over (RusAme Story)

Chapter 15- Hug?

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

~America's POV~

I wake up to the sounds of shouting and the crackle of fire.

"How did this even happen?" Ukraine asked.

"I told you, we were skating and she fell," Russia states firmly.

"Why'd you pressure her into skating?" There's my brother's voice. He sounds worried.

"I didn't know that she couldn't skate!" Russia responds, not answering my brother's question at all.

Canada changed the subject. "Aren't you supposed to be working on a project with her instead of skating around?"

I crack a lazy eye open, not wanting to get in the middle of the fight. I also was sort of enjoying watching Russia get chewed out by my brother.
Russia sounds angry. "That's not your concern."

"Well it kind of is, seeing as America's over there, freezing cold because of you."

"It's not my fault, she told me that she could skate!"

"We both know that you wouldn't have asked her to skate if you thought that she could," my brother states bluntly.

"This is stupid," Russia spits back, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, and so are you for pressuring her into skating. She wouldn't have skated in front of you unless you forced her to do it. This is your fault, whether you're going to admit it or not," Canada retorts.

"You know, maybe I should've just left her there," Russia says sarcastically, most likely not remorseful at all. "Ever thought of that?"

My brother is silent for a moment, probably realizing the truth in his words.

"Guys shhh-- she's awake," Ukraine says and the sounds of fighting stop.

I freeze, almost feeling caught. I sit up slowly on my knees and everyone comes over.

"Are you okay?" Ukraine asks, bright eyes concerned.

I nod back. "Yeah, just cold."

"I'll make some hot chocolate," Canada says, walking away to make the warm drink and leaving me alone with the slavs.

I peer down at my hands, when I realize that they are still swamped in the thick black material of Russia's sweatshirt. My face flushes as all the memories of today replay in my head. Russia and Ukraine stand in front of me and I continue to stare at my hands, desperately battling the blush starting to creep onto my face.

The silence spans between us before Ukraine breaks it. "So... um... what exactly happened out there?"

I want to crawl into a hole and die. How do I explain that I lied that I could skate then nearly froze to the ice? It's stupid and now my pride is completely ruined. Embarrassment settles deep into my stomach and I can't think of anything but my utter shame.

Beside Ukraine, Russia's expression is stoic and it's scaring more than his usual aggressive expression. I really was stupid today and despite knowing that I shouldn't care about his opinion, I do anyways.

Canada returns with my hot chocolate and I sigh with relief, gratefully taking it from him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he responds before turning to look at Russia and I. "Okay, so what really happened?"

"I told you, she told me she could skate, but she obviously couldn't," Russia says, sounding extremely annoyed. "It was clear by the fact that she was flapping around on the ice like an autistic seagull."