Sticky Notes And Trinkets(Rusame)

Notable Notes and Unrefusable Crafts

America let out a soft sigh as he stretched, hoping to calm his aching muscles after the cheer practice session. He honestly wanted to flop on the mat and melt into it, but he knew he had things to do.

He dragged himself to the locker room and quickly changed himself back into his normal clothes.

His phone dinged, so he checked it. His father was texting him, telling him that he was a bit held up in traffic. So, he decided to stop by his locker to drop off the books he wouldn't be needing.

It wasn't too long before he was in front of it, and looking at a little sticky note. It was far more flirty than any that he'd gotten before; reading: "You are an alluring, magnificent, and nearly perfect angel. Did you lose your wings and halo to walk among us?". That caused him to flush a bright red, he carefully took it and took his binder. He carefully smoothed the sticky note to the inside cover of it before closing it and sorting everything out of his bag and locker. Once he was content, he started the walk to him and his father's usual pickup spot.

It was a cheesy thing, but it was a nice departure from what he was used to. He knew he wouldn't be able to wipe the dorky smile on his from that for the foreseeable future.

Once his dad met with him at the pickup spot, he happily got himself settled into the front seat.

"So, how'd the day go for you?" Britain asked, smiling a little.

"Other than Russia, I found out his name, probably listening to and maybe believing Damon... It went really well! Also, someone is leaving notes on my locker, mostly saying that I'm uhm... I'm beautiful, but they got really flirty and cheesy with the one I just grabbed from my locker- so uhm, I don't know how to react to that..."America mumbled, flushing as he thought about the sticky note he'd just collected. "I really want to find out who it is so I can let them down gently- They probably aren't actually my type, and I don't want to lead them on and let them get more hurt..."

"Maybe they aren't interested in you romantically, and just giving you a lot of compliments that you aren't getting, and that very well might be part of why they choose to 'flirt' with you." Britain offered gently, smiling softly at his child. "I've never heard you talk about people flirting with you or heard you say any compliment you got that was even remotely flirty, so maybe they noticed and just wanted to change that. Even though it is quite a stupid way to go about that if they aren't interested. Don't cast the line if you don't want to catch and all that."

America nodded a little bit and sighed. "I guess... But the likelihood is that they are actually interested, and I really need to shut that down so they don't get hurt"

"You're quite thoughtful, but I wouldn't worry about it too much." Britain said softly, smiling. "They seem to be quite aware that you aren't going to be interested, and have probably accepted that. Especially seeing as their first note to you was an apology."

America let out a sigh, but nodded, that made him feel a little better.

"Still, I'd like to find out who it is to let them know, that way they don't get hurt..."

Britain just nodded understandingly. "You're going to have a hard time catching them, especially since they're leaving post-its, they can easily get away"

"I know... But I still have to at least try. If I can find them, I can make sure they get less hurt in the long run... Hell, I might even get a friend out of it" America smiled, daring to feel a little optimistic.

Britain smiled a little and patted America's head before they continued on their way home.

Soon they were making their way into the house, America happily telling his dad about something he was planning to make- it was one of his more elaborate projects.

Now that they were home though, it was nearing time for dinner.

After dinner though, America was off to the orphanage again, though his visit would be shorter than usual which was admittedly disappointing to him, and probably the kids... But at least he could still be their little story teller. Though his thoughts were cut short when he arrived.

"Mr. America! Mr. America!" One of the kids called out with a bright smile. "Look what I made!"

He looked to find Cassie holding up a popsicle star- what some called a God's eye- that she'd made in the colors of yellow, orange, and red.

"That's amazing, did you have fun making it?" America asked the brunette with a small smile.

"I did, but I want you to have it!" She said, giggling, quickly shoving the craft at him and running off so that he could not return it.

America started after her for a second before letting out a small laugh and continued gently holding the gift. She didn't have to give it to him and run off, he would've kept even if she had stayed - but he guessed she really wanted him to have it.

He smiled a little and settled himself into his usual spot to wait to see what the kids might want to do today. Usually they wanted him to read a story to them, but sometimes they wanted him to do a craft with them, and seeing as a couple of the kids approaching him had some markers... It was going to be an artsy sort of day.

He chuckled a little and gently set aside some markers, going and gently convincing the kids that maybe it wasn't a good idea to go and color on the walls.

He searched around his corner to get them something more productive to color instead- getting out some coloring pages and some blank paper for those who wanted to draw then color.

America smiled to himself and started to sketch on one of the blank sheets of paper, taking his time to draw since he was to the scale of the paper.

He enjoyed the artsy days like this, it meant he got to see more of how the kids viewed the world around them- whether through the art itself or the rambling they did while making it.