CHAPTER SIXTEEN
~Russia's POV~
America lays curled upon the floor in my sweatshirt, still not awake.
"Why were you guys skating when you have a project due in two weeks?" Canada questions sharply, continuing to yell although I'm not entirely listening. "Are you even listening to me?" Canada asks incredulously, blue eyes glinting furiously.
"How did this even happen?" Ukraine asked.
I rolled my eyes. How many times have I explained this now? "I told you, we were skating and she fell," I stated firmly, trying to drill the statement into their apparently simple-minded brains.
"Why'd you pressure her into skating?" Canada says worriedly, as if he thinks I bullied her into getting on the ice, which I didn't. She chose to be stupid and get on the ice on her own accord, even though she clearly couldn't skate.
"I didn't know that she couldn't skate!" I insist.
It's true, she lied about being able to skate for her pride. I nearly laugh at how badly that backfired for her.
"Aren't you supposed to be working on a project with her instead of skating around?" Canada asks pointedly and I shoot him an icy glare.
"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!" There I go, repeating myself for the fiftieth time today. This is really becoming a nuisance.
"We both know that you wouldn't have asked her to skate if you thought that she could," Canada states bluntly, and the fact that it's somewhat true presses my buttons.
"This is stupid," I spit back, rolling my 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.
I'm seriously starting to regret helping America. If this is how Canada is acting, I couldn't even imagine what a nuisance America would be. Why not thank me for saving her instead?
"You know, maybe I should've just left her there," I say sarcastically, trying to get them to realize that I helped her even though I was not obligated to. "Ever thought of that?" I give Canada a challenging look, and he falls silent for a moment.
Silence. I nearly jump with joy. And then it's broken, like it always is.
"Guys shhh-- she's awake," Ukraine says and both Canada and I momentarily forget our fight and turn to check on America.
How long has she been awake?
America almost looks like she's been caught, and I catch another glimpse of her rare, roughed up appearance. Something sparks in my chest at her vulnerability and I suddenly feel like I've been caught too.
"Are you okay?" My sister asks, peering down concernedly at America's flushed face.
"Yeah, just cold," she replies, burrowing further into my fleeced sweatshirt.
"I'll make some hot chocolate," Canada says, looking into my eyes boldly as if in warning and walks off to make the warm drink.
I turn back to America, who is looking down at her hands, which are covered in the thick black material of my sweatshirt. Her expression almost seems embarrassed, and I watch almost amusedly as a whirlwind of different emotions flit across her features.
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