Happy Mask//RusAme

Love?

America's POV

Is this love?

I stared into space as the teacher blabbered on about geometry.

Do I like Russia?

I always like talking with him. And his smile. And his glossy eyes...

Maybe I do like him. I get this tingly feeling whenever I'm around him. It makes my face blush. He's so kind. And protective...

"America!" The teacher snaps, "are you listening!?"

"Ye-yes miss," I said, startled.

"Okay, then whats ~~~~~~~~~~" (Author: just pretend) She smirked.

Most people think I'm dumb, think I'm failing classes. And I am, mostly.

But when it comes to math....

"~~~~~~~!" I answered Immediately, what was that question? So easy!

She scowls at me and returns to the lesson.

The bell rang and she excused us.

I looked for Russia in the halls. I just wanted to be closer.

"Russia!" I exclaimed joyfully.

I roll up to him and tap his elbow. He turns and smiles at my voice.

"Hey America!" He said, and reached for me. I tried to roll back, but it was too late.

Whack

"WHY IN THE WORLD DO YOU KEEP HITTING ME!?" I yelled at him, rubbing my head where he hit.

"Cause, its fun to hear your reaction!" He smiled again, and his cheeks were  dusted with a slight blush.

"Ughhh!" I mumble, looking down, blushing.

'stop, he doesn't like you back. He thinks you should die!' the voice rudely said.

I mentally stuck my tongue out at it. if you don't like him, FINE! but I like him, and your not getting in the way!

The voice hummed and went quiet.

The bell rang again, signaling the fist of class. Russia had already gotten his stuff, and my locker was right by me.

I twist the lock.

click... click...click..

The code is 7-4-76. My birthday.

I grab the text books and wheel away.

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Sorry, but I won't be updating for a while, I'm going to my Grandma's house for a week.

I know, I know, I went to cousins a week before, but! We are going to have our wooden floors redone, and wood is, like, making up 70% of all the house's floor, so I have to stay at my Grandma's.

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