It's Not Over (RusAme Story)

Chapter 37- Spin the Bottle

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

~Russia's POV~

"Trouble in paradise?" China cocked an invisible eyebrow and the sight made me want to both cough and laugh at the same time.

I widened my stance and stared him down. "What's it to you?"

"Nothing, just wondering why you two lovebirds aren't talking anymore." China glances down at his cup. "I mean, when you threw yourself at me the other day because I had simply insulted America, it had seemed to be the rage of a lover." He cocked a brow. "Unless?"

"Well, you were wrong," I spat and glared at him, daring him to say something else about America.

He did.

"Well then, I guess you wouldn't mind if I claim her for myself?"

I recoiled at his words, disgust accumulating in my stomach. Germany shifted next to me, clearly uncomfortable at China's statement.

Claim her for himself? I thought. What did he mean by that, and why was he acting like America already belonged to him? I surveyed him in a new light, hoping that I'd never come off to America like this before.

I searched for a response to China's request that didn't reveal what I really felt for America. I decided to pin the focus on him to avoid having to reveal my opinion on the matter. "I thought that you didn't like her?" I cocked a brow.

China's dark eyes captured mine with burning intensity. "What can I say, there's something about breaking a person's spirit and bending them to my will that just brings me joy," he shrugged nonchalantly, but the expression he wore insisted that his statement was true.

I stiffened, the thought of China trying to break America repulsing and horrifying to me. She had spirit, and even though it was annoying sometimes, the idea of it being taken away from her was unjust.

Was this why America had seemed to hate China so much? I wondered.

My mind swirled, foggy thoughts tumbling through my head as I thought of the possibilities when it clicked: China had dated America freshman year. The memory sent a shock of realization through me and I jolted up to look at China in a whole new light.

Had he done something to her?

I jolted and turned to face him, the urge to slug him burning in my fists, but then I caught sight of America and Ireland sauntering into the kitchen, hand in hand. My heart wrenched in my chest as they giggled and questioning surged through my brain.

Were they just friends?

America had seemed like she had only thought of him as a friend, but here they were, holding hands and laughing like it was something more. America giggled and Ireland watched her wistfully.

I wanted to kick something.

Across from me, China seemed to be thinking the same thing. The air surged with tension and that was exactly when Ireland deemed it an appropriate time to lean in and brush something from her lip. She flushed red.

My grip tightened on my solo cup.

The coffee maker beeped behind them and Ireland turned to grab the coffee and I could breathe again. He handed a mug to her and cocked his head in the direction of the living room, saying something that I couldn't pick up on. She nodded and he grabbed her hand again before leading her out of the kitchen.

I glared into my solo cup as they passed so it didn't look like I had been listening to their conversation. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed as America peeked out from under her lashes to risk a look at me. I lifted my chin to meet her gaze, but when I met it I found something indescribable flashing in her eyes. I returned my gaze to my cup. After a moment, I tried to set it down but the plastic crumpled against the counter.