RusAme Triology Part One: A New Relationship

Chapter One - America: A New Boyfriend

Before School 

   Okay... I am finding school boring, and am failing at maths. Oh yes, I also get bullied constantly by North Korea. He's always patting his nuke, and often hitting it over my head. I also have trouble finding friends, so I just sit in the class during interval and lunch breaks, reading text books.

    I'm just sitting in class, waiting for nine o'clock, getting big bruises on my head where a mini ICBM is making contact. DONK! DONK! DONK! I hear laughing from where DPRK is standing - with his friends sitting in the desks adjacent to me, laughing as well. That dick. Why, oh, why do I live this  miserable life. I know I can easily overpower North Korea, but I just don't want to go to the principles office again! I'll just talk to the teacher when she comes in . . .

    While I am dreaming about my miserable life, the teacher walks into the class with a boy that I just can't stop gazing at. He's super hot; the same colours as me: red, blue and white; wearing a hat that I have never seen before. It's cylindrical at the top, with flaps on the sides. There's a lot of fluff on the front, and a red star is attatched. He has his jersey's sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He's also tall and skinny, and bandages are visible on his forearms. WAIT?! DO I HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM?! AM I GAY?! Yes... I appear to be so... I AM GAY!! AND I WANT TO DATE THIS GUY!! I DON'T EVEN KNOW HIS NAME!!

    "Okay class, I hope you've all had a great morning so far-"
    Yes, I've had a  great day Miss! I've had an ICBM making contact with my head for the past ten minutes, and I can't tolerate it anymore!

    "-As you can see, we have a new student today. His name is-"
    Yes! His name! Hand over the god damned details!

    "-Russia."

    Ooookay, so we have a hot-ass boy I'm attracted to walk into class, new here, in this school, wearing a hat that I've never seen before, called Russia. This is a great day so far! I'm going to walk home and immediately yell, "Hey mom, a new boy came to school today, and he's hot. You don't mind me dating him, do you?"
Haha, yes, totally - I'm not going to tell her until I actually succeed in getting to know him. 

    "Okay class, are there any open seats anywhere for Russia?"

    "YES! OVER HERE!"
    I cover my mouth up, immdiately noticing that it was me who was verbalising that. I didn't even think about doing that.

    "Okay, Russia, you can go sit next to America, over there. I know you're desperate to find a good friend, America, but next time don't yell. My ears are ringing. Also, won't you ever take those sunglasses off? You know the rules at this school about outdoor garments inside!"

    "Yes Miss..."
    I miserably take my sunglasses off. Wait... Why does Russia have exceptions with his hat right now? That's not fair! Oh... he's new to the school. 

    Russia sits on the seat next to me. I can't help but blush when he does so. His hat has fallen on an angle, covering his left eye. He looks sooooo hot. He puts his books down, the top one untitled of any subjects. Instead, there is a doodle on the front - possibly his name? It's hard to read, but it looks like "Ivan." Well... a nickname that suits him. This is now his seat from now on. He will not be able to move. I WILL STOP HIM FROM DOING THAT ANYWAY!!!

Interval

    I see Ivan standing in the middle of nowhere, with no friends, just with his unmarked book open. Oooooooooooh. It's a drawing book. What is he illustrating? Let's go see!!

    "H-h-h-h-h-elllllllllll-o-o-o-o-o, I-ivan????????", I stutter like an ass, blushing simultaneously.

   He quickly shut his book whilst also blushing.

    "What is in there?", I ask, curious.

    "N-nothing, none of y-your buisness.", he says in what I'm guessing is a Russian accent.

    "Okay... do you want to hang out together? Like... I can show you around the school, seen as it's your first day...", I say, feeling my face go redder and redder.

    "S-sure... Why not?", Ivan says, probably having a fucking seizure. Just... don't die in front of me, okay?

About twenty minutes later...

    "And here is our homeroom cla-"

RING! RING! RING! RING! RING!

    "Classroom which we should go into now", I say, feeling like this person was actually a friend now.

    "Ookaaaay?", Ivan says slowly in his Russian accent. He seemed more confident around me now, clearly, as his face showed more blue and white over red. HIS FACE WAS FUCKING RED! LIKE UNION! I remember that photo my dad showed me, of a face of a country called the Soviet Union, which sinse has collapsed, and came to be...

    "Russian Federation?!", I found myself yell, "I-ivan, who are you? Is your dad Union?"

    "How did you guess that...?", Ivan stammers, going red again.

    "M-my dad is... Great Britain. He worked with your dad during the Second World War.", I manage, going red myself.

    My dad showed me a picture of a friend he had during the Second World War, over fifty years ago, and this individual was his son?

    "Hey! Quit the yelling and get into class!", the teacher peaks her head out, clearly frustrated.

    "Yes Miss..."