His Killings (Rusame)

America's phase

Heads up. I'm not good at first person. Third person is always easier because I don't have to actually imagine myself as America. I can describe him as a different person and put effort into him. So I get confused. Also This story is actually logical- most of the time.  Because uhhhhhhh why not? Life can be funny sometimes. Though this also has American stereotypes or something.
Sorry about the wait too! Enjoy!
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"What do you want? You stare much." The Russian said after a while that he had been in the room. The Russian's eyes guided down to what seemed to be a rose and letter.  He seemed to frown. "A-AH! Oh SHIT. Hell, Sorry man. You scared me there for a second du-", "Ugh." He rolled his eyes and sat down somewhere. America found that rude so he didn't dare mention the fact the man was sitting in Poland's seat. He took off his backpack and licked the envelope, getting it to stick back together after slipping the letter inside. He neatly put it in his backpack before  swinging the thing around the chair and sat down.

After everyone entered the classroom, the American watched as Russia got approached. "Get out my seat." Poland frowned in annoyance. "Your name isn't on it." Russia smiled at him creepily. "Well guess what bitch, Your name isn't on it either. I don't care who you are or what fucking family you're in.. I don't. Want. To. Deal. With. You." Poland grabbed the sitting Russian's collar and as soon as he was about to swing fists, Germany went up to him and grabbed his hand. Poland had anger issues, thanks to the millions of times his head was hit against something. Just triggered  something in his brain. Germany just gave him a warm smile and slowly put his hand down for him. Poland stood still and huffed. "Now, Mister." Germany's  attention now directed on Russia, "I would like you to move.  We have assigned seats. Though the teacher seems to be a bit late I should direct you. There is an Empty seat behind our friend here, Sweden." He pointed at the man, who just waved while drawing.

"America has a habit of messing with people. It's actually OKAY to snitch on him when he throws some type of paper at your head like it's basketball and you're the goal." Russia stared at him. He knew his face and knew it well. Thus, Russia frowned. "Whatever. Thanks." He stood up and went to the seat behind Sweden. But unfortunately for him, America thought of making an origami and yeeting that shit at his face. Which he started making one just for fun. Poland sighed and sat down in his seat once Germany let go. America could swear that they were dating, but he never brought it up. Japan on the other hand started teasing Germany as soon as he went to his seat. 

(Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm A little skip to lunch.)

"New record! Cheers to America not skipping one class." Japan said in joy. Her twin just nodded. "What is that supposed to mean? I NEVER skip class."  America said, setting his feet on the table. "America. No." He heard one of his friends say. He just took his feet off  the table and sighed. "Whatever!" He said as his arms crossed in front of his chest. His face seemed to display an annoyed like tsundere look. It made Israel(?) giggle as he looked from the other table.

America's pov()

I may have had a conversation with my friends but at the same time I felt oddly creeped out. I thought I was being watched. No. I didn't think. I knew. But who wasn't watching me here? Japan loves direct contact when chatting with someone. The Spanish man, Spain, was watching Me until I said something funny to laugh at. He shook his head. "Americaaaaa!  Want to prank the new kid? We did it to every first year!" The Spanish male said in a quiet tone.    America chuckled. "You know what? Why not." Japan  grabbed her friend Korea and smirked. "Leave the planning up to us! YAH!" South Korea raised his eyebrow in confusion. Once a realization hit him, he smirked. Japan let go of the man and grinned a long with him. "You two look creepy when you do that." I admitted, grinning too. 

As time passed, lunch was over. So was our next period. Before the school ended South Korea met up with me to tell me about their little prank.  It was awfully not a good one. We ended up noticing the male's only idea was to either spike his food or dump a water bucket on his head. I sighed. I did want to do the lego desk thing like a few years ago. Probably tacks all over the seat would even be better than this prank. South Korea scratched the back of his head, awaiting my approval. "Surely! But how about instead of water we put something that'll stick... Like.. Milk?" I grinned. South Korea just smiled, nodding quickly. "Anyway, I'm a pussy and so are the rest so you're doing it!" He said quickly and ran away. I decided that I've mostly been set up here. "Pf- Okay..?"

Seriously, Next time I'll make sure I have ideas plan. I'm completely sure that the idiots weren't thinking hard enough today. Passing time, I would just watch the Russian that seemed to be in my homeroom class and in my afternoon class. In honesty, I found it awkward. As if he were catching onto something, he looked to me with a glare. I couldn't help but smile and look into the glossy orange eyes of his. He frowned. The man raised his middle finger up at me. I would cough, muttering the word "bitch" under my breath. Seriously. What type of asshole would do that to someone they FIRST met. Fine, I guess not only milk could do. I'll make the pranks a year long thing for him, out of spite.