Sticky Notes And Trinkets(Rusame)

Lies and Little Gifts

America watched, it looked like Russia was talking with Damon. His heart sank, Damon was one of the biggest assholes to him, but he could still hope that he may eventually be able to get Russia to like him, but Damon wanted to just ruin his ability to attempt to befriend yet another person. He sighed and looked away, deciding it'd be better to just head to his first class instead of finding out what sort of lies Damon felt like spewing to Russia. It wouldn't do any good for his mental health- nor would dwelling on it.

He took out the bracelet and held it in his hands, gently turning over it and the still slightly warm beads. It was an amateur job, but he hoped they didn't look too bad.

Honestly, he should probably stick to other sorts of gifts when it came to things to give Russia. Stuff he knew he was more skilled at- resin stickers, wind chimes, blankets, knitting- hell, he wasn't sure just probably not glass beads. At least not glass beads until he took a class on how to make them better.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts, walking into the class. He sat down and got himself as comfortable as he really could there.

Eventually class started and it went as it normally did, Mr. Weatherly did his song and dance while pretending not to be able to hear him during roll call. It was discomforting, but he went through as he usually did, just hoping it'd be over soon.

About halfway through the class, he felt the need to use the bathroom and raised his hand, once he was called on he said: "May I please use the restroom?", hoping his teacher wouldn't find some way to be antagonistic about it.

"No, you should've gone before class. You can wait."

"I didn't need to before class-" He tried to politely interject, just wanting to use the restroom.

"Well you can wait." Mr. Weatherly said with an eye roll.

"You let Kimberly go a few minutes ago, and she's back, let him go you dumb bastard." Russia growled, surprising America.

Maybe, just maybe, Russia hadn't believed Damon, and maybe Russia didn't hate him. He smiled a little at the thought. Soon enough Mr. Weatherly agreed and let him go to the bathroom.

So, he left the room and headed to the restroom, using it before starting his way back to the classroom. He paused in the hallway, realizing Russia's locker was on the way back to the classroom, and he still had the bracelet in his pocket- it was a small gift and since no one was out in the halls, it was a guarantee that no one would know he was the one who put it there. He smiled a little to himself as he walked over to the locker, carefully opening it and placing the bracelet inside. He put it on top of the book in the middle of the locker, hoping that that'd put enough attention on it when Russia opened the locker later. He was now quite grateful that their lockers didn't have locks and that they weren't allowed to get them locks either.

That was because of some crazy stuff that had happened a couple years back - several kids had put drugs in their lockers, some had decided to literally flush the keys to their lockers on the last day of their senior year as a prank of sorts- or straight up refused to remove the locks, and a really creative and inventive kid had decided to attach a miniature to the lock that literally exploded if the code was gotten wrong three times in a row and left it on the locker and refused to tell anyone the code for it even after being pried. That one had made it to the news and the kid even pretended that he forgot the combination at some point.

America shook his head and closed the locker carefully, then bolted back to the class. Once he was in front of the door, he opened it and walked in normally.

The rest of the class passed normally, luckily, Mr. Weatherly left him alone for the most part for the rest of class.

As he left the class he let out a little relieved sigh, waiting for Russia to leave, following the other and staying a few paces behind him. He hid himself in the crowd so he could see Russia's reaction to the gift.

He saw Russia smile softly as the other put the bracelet on. He watched as Russia then grabbed his books and walked off.

He then started towards his own locker, finding another sticky note on it, it said: "You're beautiful", which flustered him a little, but he couldn't bring himself to mind. It felt nice to receive a compliment, and it read as earnest as well. He took it and gently stuck it to the inside of his binder. He was going to keep these, he could look back at them when things were getting bad and remind himself that there was at least one person outside of his family who liked him. It was a nice reminder he realized he needed.

He got what he needed and dropped off his books from the other class and walked to the next class.

It was a little sad how quickly the next class flew by after roll call, as he really liked his teacher.

Soon it was lunch and he did what he usually did, heading out and eating under the tree as he usually did. Once he was done, he headed inside to see if he'd be lucky enough to head to the library. It was times like now where he could feel eyes on him and occasionally heard insults.

He smiled a little to himself, he was lucky enough to be able to sneak by and head to the library. Once he was out, he shook off the insults, they weren't creative to say the least- but that didn't mean they hurt any less.

Eventually lunch was nearing its end, and he put away the book he'd been reading, making his way to the locker room so that he wouldn't be late to PE.

He quickly changed once he was in the locker room, doing so in the bathroom stall. Which seemed to be the right idea, since he heard someone else come into the locker room. Once he was changed, he left the stall- spotting Russia with his shirt off.

His face flushed red as he saw Russia half clothed. The other was well built, and was quite attractive. He only looked for maybe a second or so, following the common courtesy of not staring.

He kept his eyes off Russia and got himself out of the locker room as quickly as he could, not wanting to make himself rude by looking again.