Messages and Trips to the Park at 2am (Rus×ame? AU)

1- Damp First Day

Sorry for unpublishing this fic, it's currently on indefinite hiatus as I rework this in a new publication.

I really like this so I'm going to keep it, even if it hasn't even reached the 5-chapter mark yet, XD

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I don't know how to begin this. Let's just get into it

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"America!" Australia yelled at him the moment America opened his eyes. America flinched in response and also said groggily, "Ugh, what?"
"You're gonna be late for school." Australia pointed at the digital clock on America's bedside cabinet.
America was prepared. Over the past few years, he had come to expect Australia to pull this exact prank on him. He opened the curtains, and it was pitch-black outside.
"You asshole, get out." America kicked him out, "Plus, you probably woke up everyone by yelling at me, you moron."

Australia begrudgingly went back to his room to sleep.

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America woke up at 7. He got ready, putting his binder on, then his uniform.
He didn't bother with eating breakfast, and got out of the house early at 7:30.
The bus was meant to arrive at 8:10, which meant he had some time to himself. His family was big, so he desperately needed time alone.

He hopped the fence to the park by a road. He put his bag down by a set of swings and began to climb a net up to the slide.
When he made it up there, he saw that the bottom of the slide was wet. America frowned. It was always wet, damnit.

He jumped off from the top of the slide and went to the swings. He swung on them until he saw the bus. America quickly grabbed his bag, hopped the fence, and managed to get on the bus with the other countryhumans who were there.

He fortunately found an empty seat by the window and sat there. He put his noise-cancelling headphones on and listened to the playlist he made during the summer.
It was grey some days during summer, when he didn't have the burden of school upon him. Now that he has it, the grey days are much more despairing and depressing if they weren't enough, anyway.

He got to math class early. His teacher, who was named Miss India, greeted him and made America aware of the new seating plan, which was displayed using a projector on a whiteboard. He needed to sit in the back-middle of the classroom.
On another whiteboard, it had a welcoming message promising a fun year.

America knew it wouldn't be fun, knowing he had an exam week in two months. He didn't try to revise for it because he thought it was too early. His father, UK, sat with him to do physics one night, but it ended with a mental breakdown.

His friends, whom he did see once to three times during the summer, waved at him from the distant seats when everyone was there.
America noticed two empty seats. One of them was next to him.
He silently hoped that the person who was meant to sit next to him moved schools or was ill today. America's prayers went unanswered when someone knocked on the door. Miss India let out a small wave, signalling him to enter the classroom.

Russia opened it sheepishly. "Why are you late? It's the first day of the new school year, we've talked about this, Tolyenka."

"Sorry, miss."
Miss India had a task on the projector, so she had to tell him where to sit.
She told him to sit with, you guessed it, America.
Russia looked at her blankly, "Do I need to?"

"Child, go sit with him."

America stared at him with fear in his eyes as he walked to his seat and sat down. He waited for the new mathematics books to be handed out to each person before only looking at the book and the board. To look at Russia meant a cruel glare back.

When America did, unfortunately, accidentally look next to him, at Russia. He didn't find himself being glared at. Russia was also staring into his book.

America turned his attention back to Miss India, who announced that she would be changing slides on the PowerPoint.
The class went on, and America felt even more tired after it.

Break time, woohoo

America went to the cafeteria after class. He waited 10 minutes in the line to get food. He met up with his friends in a gazebo and did friendship stuff with them. Stuff that included swinging on the wooden supports, touching the roof, and eating food. 

He left before the bell rang.
The day went by. Most was the curriculum stuff and what they're gonna do during school blah blah blah...
Actually, something of notage did happen. Before lunchtime, they, the students, were being loud and annoying, so they needed to sit in their classroom during lunch.
America needed to sit with Russia, and the teacher was really strict. America tried to strike up a conversation, but it fell upon deaf Russian ears.

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America went back onto the bus with his headphones in. He didn't go to the park again that evening and instead went straight home with New Zealand. She went to school with him. Their brothers, Australia and Canada, didn't go to their school anymore.

They got home quickly, had dinner, and America went to sleep before everyone else.

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In the dead of the night, he heard creaking. His window was open, but he didn't expect someone to be outside at freakin' 2am. He tiredly got up and pulled up the blinds.

America saw a silhouette on the swings. A tall silhouette at that.
He let his eyes adjust to the darkness and looked closer at them. He could nearly see the stranger's face, as the light of their phone screen almost showed their flag. From his perception, he could see a tricolour flag in the order of white, blue, and red...

Holy crap, it's Russia.