It's Not Over (RusAme Story)

Chapter 26- Confrontation

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

~America's POV~

I walked home from the rink, a large grin on my face despite the events of this weekend. I knew that as soon as I got home, I'd have to go straight to my room without the privilege of riding, but the recent developments in my hockey skills had me feeling amazing regardless of what awaited me back home.

Britain hadn't even talked to me after chewing me out the night Japan and I got caught, but I knew he was just waiting for me to come home so he could yell again. He'd be more upset now that I was late, and he was probably bombarding my brother with questions about what I'd done all day. Canada would protect me from dad finding out about the project though, because everyone knew what would happen if Britain heard any mention of Soviet's son. He'd go ballistic.

I shook those thoughts out of my head, refusing to think of what was going on at my house because I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to admit that being there was miserable and that my dad was frighteningly bipolar. One minute he was praising me, the next criticizing and cruel.

I breathed in deeply, diving into happy memories. I wanted to think about happy things, like the fact that I had actually made a slapshot today. And the fact that Russia had never seen the Despicable Me movies was shocking. I didn't know anyone who hadn't seen those movies before, but then again, it was Russia I was talking about. Anyways, I was excited to share my movie collection with him.

I peered up at the still grey sky, a reminder that spring was still far away. Soon enough, we'd be getting out our Christmas decorations and snow would be falling. I breathed in the cold air, the simple action freeing.

I love Christmas. The cabin socks, hot cocoa, crackling fires, gingerbread houses, Santa, and the best-- chocolate chip cookies. Now that I could skate, I'd finally be able to invite my friends to go outdoor skating this Christmas. That would be amazing. Something about the sight of untouched snow was beautiful, even if summer was my favorite season.

The breeze sifted through my hair and I shivered slightly. I quickened my pace, hoping to get home quicker, if only to escape from the cold. I continued through the freezing cobblestone square, my eyes on the shops alight in a golden glow when someone grabbed my shoulder.

I spun around, ready to kick whoever dared lay a hand on me in the balls. Or crotch, depending on their gender. I was greeted by hostile dark brown eyes. I froze in realization. China. I recovered and shook off his hand, my good mood spoiled. "What do you want China?"

"I just wanted to see how you're doing," he said, eyes softening slightly. "We haven't talked in a while."

His comforting tone invoked memories within the recesses of my mind. Memories that I didn't want to remember because if I did, I'd go groveling back to him. I shouldn't miss him because everything he said was fake. He faked loving me to get what he wanted.

"Yeah right," I scoffed. "Go spew your bullshit somewhere else. I don't want to hear it today."

"Where are you coming from?" China ignored my rude statement, as he usually always did.

"Why do you care?" I spat. "It doesn't concern you. Now, good day," I tipped a fake hat in a mocking tone and spun on my heel to leave but he grabbed me again.

"Let go!" I slapped his hand in an attempt to rid it from my shoulder but it didn't budge.

China's expression hardened. "You didn't use to be like this," he shook his head sadly.

I ignored him, knowing that he'd say anything to try and get in my head.

"Answer me. Where did you come from?" China repeated his question.