It's Not Over (RusAme Story)

Chapter 31- Close

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

~America's POV~

After school the next day, I strode into the rink, my nerves humming with unspoken tension and newfound excitement. Now that I had finally addressed why I was feeling the way I was around Russia, the air seemed charged with possibility. A possibility that something could happen between us.

I shook my head again, trying to pull a poker face, but I knew that it wasn't going to work. When it came to crushes, I was the worst at that kind of thing. I sighed and made my way to the steel benches, waiting for Russia to finish his practice.

As I did, I pulled out my phone and began typing my thoughts out in a Google Doc, which was a stress-relieving practice that I used often. I put my Airpods in and lost myself in the music and drowned in my thoughts. I floated away, to my imagination, to a place where everything would go right today.

Maybe if I had opened YouTube instead of Google Docs, I could have predicted what was going to happen.

Sometimes as a coping mechanism, I would record what happened to me, and then create a fantasy based on my true reality in my head. I knew it was bad, unhealthy even, but when I was daydreaming all my worries seemed to disappear. I loved losing myself in possibilities and alternate realities that would likely never happen, even if it normally let me down in the end. And right now, that fantasy reality included me and Russia.

My fingers flew over the screen, recording what had happened to me since I had met Russia. Maybe if I wrote it down, I could figure out when I started finding him attractive. I suddenly realized that what I was doing was basically like writing in a diary. God, I was such a teenage girl.

Suddenly, a large slap resounded through the rink, and my head snapped up with it. I searched for the source, and as I did, my eyes met with familiar honey brown ones. I froze as the eyes raked over me, almost judging. I tore my gaze from China's stare and returned my attention to the Google Doc open on my phone.

'Why was he staring at me like that?' I wondered, suddenly thrown off guard. I shook my head to get the unwanted image of him out of my mind, and instead of recording my thoughts, I decided to read a story to pass the time. I scrolled for a bit on webtoon when I came across an enemies to lovers story, where an American student went to a prestigious, selective international school, and had to carry the weight of her nation's secrets upon her back. There was another person, student, or group trying to destroy the school, and her objective was to figure out who it was. At first, the American girl suspected that it was the Russian boy, but eventually, they teamed up to find who it was and ended up falling in love in the process.

I was instantly intrigued, and I continued to scroll through the document quickly, trying to find out what was going to happen. I scoffed when the girl insulted the pompous British ambassador and laughed when she met her new Australian roomate.

A while later, I felt a tap upon my shoulder and I startled, instinctively shutting my phone off. I looked up to find Russia peering down at me, a curious expression on his face, and my heart gave a loud thud from within my chest.

His hair spilled out in light curls from his cap, and his captivating silver eyes stayed trained on me as I sat there. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his gray sweatpants and his sweatshirt clung to him in all the right places. A door was opened somewhere in the rink, and I startled, using the sound as an excuse to look away from him.

I peered toward the door to find China glaring at me, an unfamiliar expression on his face. I frowned, wondering why he seemed so angry to see me talking to Russia when he had broken up with me. 'What was his problem? Wait-- was he jealous? He had no right to be.