Pangea Academy's Number Two! (BOOK 2)

Unsatisfied!

America sat in the fireplace room downstairs, once again taken aback by the sheer size of this cabin-mansion thing. He sighed and pulled out his phone, seeing text messages from his mom, dad, and his brother.

"Shit..." he muttered, quickly opening his phone to see what his brother had to say.

Canada -

dude, parents are calling 

they're pissed still

id ignore them

dont let them ruin your romantic trip

i'll deal with them

America -

thanks 

its not so romantic rn tho

Canada -

?

America -

ill tell you later

do you think russia would ever do the shit china did

Canada -

what? no way, america.

he'd never do that to you

America -

yeah maybe im just being a little too suspicious of everything

Canada -

well, if hes a good guy he'll understand why you're doing that

its fine to still be cautious, especially because it happened so soon ago

America -

yeah

thanks, nada

America sighed and he shut off his phone, he really didn't want to deal with his parents right now. Shouldn't they be enjoying the holiday season?

He slunk down in the armchair he was sitting on. He should be enjoying the holiday season right now too but...he really didn't want to see Russia right now. It's kinda hard to enjoy it when there's two people in the cabin and you don't want to talk to the only other person.

America stared up at the rafters on the roof, contemplating what he should do next. With everything that's happened, his headache was only growing more profound, "Jesus, it's gotta be a migraine or something." He groggily stood up, his mission being to go to the bathroom and check Russia's medicine cabinet. He quickly paced across the expanse of the hallway and made his way into the bathroom diagonal from the room he was just in. He pulled open the medicine cabinet and peered in, subsequently disappointed in his findings.

"Shit man, no aspirin?" He cursed under his breath, "Ibuprofen?"

"What are you looking for?"

"Fuck!" America whipped around with a scream, panting with worry from the unexpected intruder only to be met with Russia's worried face. "Holy shit, what the hell, Russia!?"

Russia's voice soothed, "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"Shit- you did a lot more than startle me. I thought I was about to get kidnapped again, ha..." America joshed, but Russia's face hardened in response, "Ah..."