It's Not Over (RusAme Story)

Chapter 20- Ringtone

CHAPTER TWENTY

~America's POV~

I walked out from English with Ukraine, Canada and Japan, trying not to notice the awkward silence that had previously blanketed the classroom. When I had sat down, Griffin hadn't even seemed to notice me, instead reverting back into the angsty introvert that he was.

I rolled my eyes. Quite typical of Russia really. Make me believe that we're getting along better, but as soon as things start looking up, he goes and tears everything down.

Whatever. He'll deserve what's coming to him in History.

"America?" Japan questions, looking at me a little worriedly.

"Yes?" I respond, adding a small smile with my sentence.

"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I say, a bit half-hardheartedly.

Japan pauses, grabbing my hand and Ukraine and Canada are too caught up in each other's conversations to notice our absence. I give her a questioning look, then yelp when she nearly tugs my arm off and pulls me into a hall closet.

She lets go of me, stepping back and crossing her thin arms. "What's wrong?"
I rub my arms, secretly wondering why I had never noticed this closet and why it was unlocked. "It's nothing," I lie.

Japan gives me a hard look and suddenly I feel the urge to tell her what it is. As much as I hate to admit it, Russia's gloom and doom demeanor is affecting my mindset and mental well being.

"It's Russia, isn't it?"
I pause, my eyes widening in surprise. "What-- how did you know? Wait, no it's not him!"
"Stop lying," she says. "I know that face." She narrows her dark eyes. "What'd he do?"

I twist my hair around my finger, contemplating if I should tell her or not.

"America." Japan gives me a defiant look. "We're not leaving this closet until you tell me what's wrong."

"Fine," I admit, secretly glad to know that Japan really did care and everything just spills out. "Yesterday Russia and I were getting along fine..." I trailed off, my mind following my train of thought. Well fine enough until I fell on him. But I'm going to choose not to remember that little detail for both my and Japan's sake. "Well, it was going fine until I... until I asked him for a truce and he basically called me an unimportant child."

"HE DID WHAT?!" She shrieked, and I was reminded of the time I told her that I ran into Russia and she nearly had the same reaction.

"Shh," I subconsciously place my hands over her mouth. "You don't need to scream it to everyone!" I whisper-shout.

For some reason, Japan seems more disappointed than me, but I can't possibly fathom why. She just nods back unenthusiastically and I frown nervously, removing my hand from her mouth so she can speak again.

"Did he say anything else?" she questions.

I think back, remembering his tall figure towering over me, his silver eyes gleaming coldly in the fluorescent light of the hockey rink. The way his platinum silken hair had spilled out from underneath his ushanka as he had laughed at my joke and then the flash of him snarling, hurling insults at me.

"This is real-life and the sooner you grow up and realize that not everyone wants to be friends with you, the smarter you'll be," Russia's icy voice invades my mind and I shake my head determinedly, desperately trying to get him out of it.

I blinked, coming back to reality and I suddenly realized how much I had let his insensitive and ignorant words get to me. I needed to distance myself from him, but with this stupid project, that was literally impossible. As soon as this was over, we'd return to never talking to each other again and everything would be fine.