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Chapter 10

Waking up in a fancy bed is the last thing Martial thought of waking up to. Looking up the chandeliers glistening trying to remember what happened. He felt a shift beside him and noticed that America was beside him, cuddling him.

He tries to wiggle out of America's grasp but prove that to be in vain as he only held tighter. His hand on his waist circles around him, holding him flush to his chest.

Martial got flustered by the action and instinctively punched America in the face pushing him off the bed. America covers his face from where he was punched as he fell off the bed wriggling in pain. Martial flustered at what he's done jump out of bed and proceeds to run out of the door.

Martial tried to call what happened last night until he remembered the commotion and the fight that occurred and triggered a trauma of his. Martial took a deep breath in to calm himself and get his bearings together. When he heard a groan and the doors opening to see America rubbing his pained face.

"Hey Ma-"

"Hey! Sorry gotta go! Bye!"

Martial said cutting America off as he rushed and grabbed his belongings and skedaddles out of the place. Feeling a little bit disoriented, he calls Uber to go home.

Once he was in the car, he finally let himself breath a little and calm himself. This time he tries to recall what happened after the fight but all he remembers was blacking out. Considering the fact that he wasn't naked in Ame's bed and nothing hurts in him proved that nothing happened between them.

Once he arrived home. Martial rushed to his room, securing it and proceed to his bed. He groans in aspiration of what had transverse in the party and slightly regretted joining in.

He then heard the door opening below and before he went down he refreshed up to see Phil sitting down in the kitchen.

Martial coughed to grab Phil's attention. When Phil looked up to him with a raised brow. Oh no that isn't good.

"So uh... How was your sleepover?"

"It was fine..."

"Okay..." 

"I gotta go..."

Martial looks to Phil. "Where are you going?"

"Out."

Phil left the house before Martial could even say another word. Martial rubbed his face feeling frustrated. First he woke up not remembering shit and now Phil is not talking to him. Great, everything is just GREAT! He feels a migraine coming in.

Martial sighed and proceeded to get ready for school. Despite the fact he just wanted to stay at home and just fucking bury himself six feet under he still has a grade to keep up and projects to pass. 

Martial got to class a few minutes early before it starts and took out his notes to review what he needed. He noticed some of his classmates coming in but proceeds to ignore them. He didn't noticed Russia by the door as he continued to write down notes and plans. Fortunately, he finished some of his schoolwork's in advance so he has less problems to worry about. As he still has other things to worry about after all.

Class ended quickly and just as he was about to go home his phone rang...

'Unknown' 

Martial stared at his phone before he answered.

"Hello Martial"

Martial went silent when he heard the voice from the phone. He glanced around before living quickly. He passed by some of the countries in a hurry ignoring Rus who looks like he wanted to talk to him and NK who only looked worried.