Just Friends? // Countryhumans, RusGer (COMPLETED!)

chapter 1: paper planes

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"Monster!"

"Just like your father!"

"Hes killed him!"

"Killer!"

"Wierdo!"

The voices still ring through out class.
Bioligy never truely caught my interest, but Russia insisted i learn.
Not like him, but he is a kind soul.
Kindish should i say.
The mean old hag of a teacher blabs on, talking about plants, the human children in the class blabber even more.
Talking and talking.
A year 9 class full of mixed children, human and countryhuman, and an underpaid teacher, did not exactly mix well.

I look over at Russia who seems to be trying to flex to his brother that he can make a paper plane better than him.
I look to the teacher, she is distracted so i sneak over to Russia and his brother. The humans whisper stuff as i go past them.
"He even walks like him..."
"Bet you he carrys a dagger with him..."
"Hes gonna be the death of us, just like his father.."
I over hear a few of them and sigh internally before sitting next to Russia.

"Hey Germ, me and my bro Latvia were just talking about how much better my paper planes are then his"
Russia says, giving a smile to me as he can see im a little stressed.

Latvia scrunches up his face slightly .
"Nah you be dreaming!"
He says, getting Russia in a headlock and fussing his hair, as Russia trys to break free from the head lock.
As they mess, i look at their planes on the table, a spare sheet of paper lay.
I grab it, begginning to fold it.
Science class may have come in handy after all.
I fold it into a paper version of a fighter jet.
Russia and Latvia stop messing and look at the plane.
"That looks sick!"
Latvia says, squinting his eyes at the plane, as if he is trying to see it better.
I adjust my glasses as i hear a small laughter from the table behind us, the teacher still blabbing on about poison ivy plants.
I turn slightly, Russia looks as well.

A table full of girls where sat behind us, whispering and giggling.
Russia rolls his eyes.
"Ignore them Ger, they dont deserve our attention"
He grabs my face, turning me to him as i dont turn back around.
His cheeks flush red and so do mine slightly as he lets go.
"Apoligies Germ..."
He stutters slightly, rubbing the back of his neck.
The bell blasts in the background, as the teacher dismisses everyone.
"Its alright Numbnuts"
I say, sending him into a spiral of confusion as i leave the class, slumping my rucksac over my shoulders.

Russia runs out after me as Latvia says goodbye, heading the opposite way down the corridor.
"You sleeping on the sofa again tonight? Or you gonna sleep somewhere there is actually heating?"
Russia asks, smirking at me as if mocking me for like the cold.
"Be quiet Russian boy, at least i dont have to hug a pillow cause im scared of the dark still-"
I smirk, running off down the corridor as he shouts after me, chaseing me.

"I do not!"
He shouts, gaining speed, but i still run faster than him, leaving him in the corridors of the school, as i walk into the next class.

Writing studies.

I walk in and slump into my seat in the corner of the classroom.
I put my rucksac on the floor under my desk as the rest of the class file in, all human.
I take the plane out of my bag, looking at it and tracing my finger over the folded parts of the plane.

The teacher, a tall masciline figure named Mr.Davey, his cliche black hair sitting on his head, his purple uniform neat as always, walks into the classroom, the class falling silent as they take their seats.

Mr.Davey points to the chalkboard.
'Writing about our familys'
It read.

I internally sigh.
Of course we have to write about family, 3 years after i lost mine.

He hands out our writing books, not saying a word as he stares at me a minute, before his voice finally appears, but more raspy than usual.
"I would write about your new family if i was you..."
He whispers barely, placing my book on the desk.
His hands are encresened with red markings, in some sort of patterned lettering perhaps as he walks off, handing more books out.

The thought leaves my mind as i turn to look at my paper fighter jet again.
It rests on the desk, at an angle so that it looked a little more cooler than just paper.

Mr.Davey said to write about my "new" family...
But i werent even that close to them either.
I was close to no-one.
Because nobody want to be around me.
A filthy Nazi Child.

I sigh aloud but quietly, flicking my book open and writing the date in german.

'Freitag, 17. Januar 1948'

Mr.Davey stands at the front of the class, over looking everyone.
He watched our everymove as everyone makes a slightly rumble as they write the date,open books and send notes to each other.

This highschool was a school for students of anykind... Country,Human,State,Ocean...hey, maybe even Zodiac if they walked on this planet.
It was the most randomist school, the only one that schooled countrys, in the middle of The UK, Britains land.

He never visited or taught at the school, but i would sometimes see him wondering the woods, throwing rocks like a bored child.
I guess even adults like him need to be a child again sometimes.
Especially in times like this.

Mr.Davey lists examples to write about on the board as the class chatters and grows in noise.
I grab the paper plane, and i go and grab coloured pencils out of my bag.
I colour in the plane, making it have a grey body,head and wings, and colouring my flag onto each wing.

My own little jet.

I smile, putting the pencils away in my rucksac again.
I look to the board, Mr.Davey has written a few examples like: how do you feel about them? What makes you happy about them? Are you proud of them?

I still couldnt use any examples, i would be able to after tomorrow. I had to go get my stuff from Britains, as me and my brother East decided to do a swap year.

He would stay with Britain and his children and i would stay with Soviet and his family. Its gonna be interesting i will tell you that.

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