It's Not Over (RusAme Story)

Chapter 29- Face-off

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

~Russia's POV~

The morning light filtered in through the blinds and I yawned, wrapping my arms tighter around the pillow next to me. I cuddled deeper into the pillow, immensely comfortable.

Suddenly, the pillow moved and my eyes shot open with a start. Wait... pillows don't move!

I stared at the wall, the memories of yesterday flooding back. Movies, snow, closet, shower, dinner, sleep... I gasped and tensed, too scared to look down at my arms in fear of finding America there. I braced myself for the worst and looked down to find America curled into me, her head tucked against my chest.

Shit.

I instantly flushed and prayed that America wouldn't wake up. What should I do? Next to me, America nuzzled closer to me and my brain went fuzzy. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hide my face from view even though she wasn't awake. I should shove her off of me, but I couldn't because then she'd wake up.

Wait... why did I care if she woke up? That was her problem, not mine. I groaned, refusing to believe that this was actually happening.

I attempted to slide my out from underneath her head and suddenly America yawned and rolled to the side. I froze, not knowing how to react.

"Russia?" America opened her bleary eyes and began rubbing them.

I startled and quickly jolted out of my thoughts. My face quickly grew warm against my will. "Um... good morning?"

Why was I acting so nervous? What's wrong with me?

America sat up, her disheveled hair cascading messily around her shoulders. She stretched and I peered at the wall, feeling awkward. She rubbed her eyes before jolting awake. "Wait!"' she exclaimed loudly and I instantly slapped my hand over her mouth.

I shushed her, my heart pounding in fear of being discovered. If anyone walked in now... They would most certainly assume the wrong thing. "Do you want to get caught?" I hissed.

America shook her head, avoiding my gaze, and I paused, realizing the position we were in. I cleared my throat awkwardly and sat back. "Were we... cuddling?" America asked and I went rigid.

"No," I instantaneously denied her statement.

Silence spanned between us.

"I'm sorry!" America said. "I'm seriously such a starfish, I didn't mean to..."

I cleared my throat to help dissipate the awkward tension building between us and peered over to the window. "It's fine."

Suddenly America's eyes grew large and she scrambled out of bed. I watched her, wondering what she was doing now. She picked up her alarm clock and I suddenly understood.

School. We had school today. Fuck, what time was it?

I threw open the covers and went to examine my phone. 8:15. School starts in fifteen minutes. I quickly started throwing all of my stuff together and tossed it all in my bag, opening the window to peer outside at the snow below. I examined the balcony that I'd use to get down, and to my dismay, it was iced over.

I'd have to get out through a door.

"The balcony is iced over."

America bit her lip. "Okay, let me go check downstairs. I'll signal when it's clear." She slipped out of the room, leaving me standing alone.

A minute later, she returned. "All right. Coast is clear, but you'll have to be quiet," she said. "Everyone already left, and thank goodness they forgot to wake me up," she exhaled in relief.