It's Not Over (RusAme Story)

Chapter 17- Number?

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

~Russia's POV~

I sit at the lunch table with Ukraine, who I had recently made up with.

"So did you get anything done on the project yesterday?" She asks, reminding me that we did, in fact, not get anything done.

I grimace.

"I'll take that as a no," she laughs, peeling apart some bread and popping it into her mouth.

I look back at her, with a deadpan expression and she laughs. "Hey, do you want to sit with America and Canada today? They invited us."

"Absolutely not."

Ukraine looks like she expected this. "Why not?"

"Because no. They invited you, not me."

"That's not true," she says, even though it's very true.

I turn and gesture to their table which is filled with Germany, Japan, Ireland, Poland, Canada, Spain and all the other popular individuals in our school. In the center of it all, America's laughing harder than ever at something that Ireland said. "Really?"

My sister sighs, looking disappointed. "Okay."

I feel slightly bad, but I don't belong at that table. Ukraine could, but there's no way I'd ever fit in there. I'm not friendly and outgoing, I like to be alone unless it comes to my family.

"You can go if you want," I say, looking down at my food.

"Really?" Her eyes light up.

"Yeah, go ahead," I put on a mask and show her that I don't care.

She'll be happier with them anyways. "Thanks, I'll go tomorrow since lunch is already over anyways," she says, smiling to herself in excitement.

She turns around to look back at America, who is looking at Ukraine questioningly. Ukraine offers a thumbs up and America pumps her fists in the air childishly. They smile at each other then everyone returns to normal.

Guess I'll go to the rooftop tomorrow. I'd rather not sit here with China and Iran if Ukraine isn't here too. I sigh. It'll probably be nice to get some peace and quiet while at school. I could already feel the wind on my face.

"You should probably get America's number if you want to be able to contact her about the project," Ukraine thinks aloud.

"No, knowing her she'd probably blow up my phone."

The last thing on my list was giving that capitalist another way to contact me outside of school. It was already awful enough being blackmailed into doing a project with her, getting her number was not a large priority. If she wanted to work on the project, we'd have to figure out a date and work on it then. I also don't want to give Japan any other ideas about us "dating".

"Well, what happened the last time you guys tried to work on the project?" Ukraine says knowingly.

I give her a blank expression. "I shouldn't need her number to contact her."

Ukraine gives me her trademark eyebrow raise.

I knew that it probably was a good idea to get America's number, but everything about her having my number just seemed wrong. We shouldn't be working together, let alone texting each other. Why can't I ever seem to go a day without seeing her now? It's becoming very bothersome.

I roll my eyes. "Fine."

***

I walk through the halls, peering out the window at the grey sky and cold wind howling by. That meant snow was probably coming soon. I loved snow and the cold weather. In the summer, it was unbearably hot and uncomfortable for me.