It's Not Over (RusAme Story)

Chapter 28- Overnight

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

~Russia's POV~

The movie started and instantaneously, America howled with laughter as a bald dude walked into a coffee shop and froze all the people there. In Russia, he would have been stopped easily, but I guess that wasn't how it worked in America.

I watched, brows furrowed, but as soon as the Gru guy burnt down the ring toss stand to get the girl a unicorn, I smirked. I could relate to that feeling. Soon enough, the movie revealed that his grand scheme was to steal the moon.

I glanced over at America, wondering if she was trying to get a dig at me since her country had reached the moon first. She just glanced smugly at me before turning back to the screen.

I huffed and continued to watch as Gru watched three girls selling girl scout cookies stroll into Victor's house unscathed, whereas Gru had previously been attempting to get in but Victor just punched and burnt him. Gru then went to adopt the girls so he could use them to sneak robot cookies into his house and steal Victor's shrink-ray. Cool concept, I guess, but totally unrealistic.

The whole time this was happening, the little yellow creatures called "minions" continuously screwed up Gru's elaborate plans. Even if it was kind of stupid, it was amusing to watch them run around on their short, stubby legs. They kind of reminded me of walking fire hydrants.

An hour and a half later, the first movie finished.

America turned to me, bright eyes shining. "So what'd you think?"

If I was completely honest, I thought that it had been pretty good, but if I told America that, she'd freak out. I surveyed her expectant expression and caved. "I liked it."

She gasped, eyes widening with joy. "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!" she shrieked, squirming around on the bed like a child hyped up on caffeine. Suddenly, she lunged forward, encircling her arms around my back.

I flinched, the feeling of her lithe body pressed against my back paralyzing. I could feel her heartbeat, her excitement, her happiness. And it was overwhelming.

It was then that America seemed to realize the consequences of her rash actions. "Oh um... I'm sorry," she muttered, slowly pulling away from me. As she did, her warmth left me and a chill encompassed my back, colder than ever.

"It's okay," I responded awkwardly, not really knowing what to say.

Why was this so painful?
I glanced up from where my eyes had been focused on her bedspread and found her staring at me, an odd expression on her face. I paused when I met her eyes, suddenly wanting to tug her against me again.

America quickly looked away again, and I couldn't help but wonder if she was still scared of me. My experiment earlier hadn't really proven anything, so I still didn't know what she really felt. The memory of her fingers against mine was enough to make me blush. I sat up facing away from America, and pretended to stretch to conceal my blush from her.

No-- I wasn't blushing. I was just... I floundered for an excuse. I was just unused to physical touch, that's all. It had nothing to do with the fact that America seemed to be ever present in my mind, in more ways than one.

I peered out the window to distract myself, and it was then that I noticed the small white flakes drifting just past the window.

It was snowing.

I rushed to the window, my eyes wide in horror. I looked down, and to my dismay, already two or three inches had fallen upon the flat ground outside. What was worse was that the snow was perfectly smooth and untouched. America noticed my erratic movement and followed me to the window. She noticed the white flakes and beamed happily. "It's snowing!" She exclaimed proudly. "It's the first snow of the winter!"