Sticky Notes And Trinkets (Rusame)

Rule Number Ten: Cheerleaders can be guys

Russia couldn't help but stare when he saw America going through the shortened little routines. He couldn't help it, America was hot! Though he was mildly grumpy when he noticed that America was hiding his freckles, he couldn't help it when he pouted after noticing. The freckles were cute, half of him wanted to count them like he'd tried to count the stars in the night sky when he was younger, whilst the other half wanted to just poke and touch each one. They just made America cuter in his personal opinion.

Soon enough it was half time, meaning he and the rest of the band were out playing while moving.

Eventually they were back to being in the unseen area of the sidelines - he just went back to looking at - or well, not that he wanted to admit it- staring at America.

He was dragged back to the normal world by someone tapping him.

"He caught your eye, huh? I told you he would" Cuba laughed. "Though you should probably quit staring, you'll freak him out."

"He's hot- and I probably am not the only one- not that I like that particular thought."

Cuba rolled his eyes, but let Russia be. Though before he walked off, he decided to impart a piece of advice on Russia. "America recognizes handwriting by the way, heard Reindheart was planning a group project, so don't get caught dead writing anything. Digitalize your notes or something"

"Oh hell- I already have digital notes, I can't read my own handwriting" Russia groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "English sucks and so does my English handwriting."

Cuba rolled his eyes, but left Russia alone after that. Despite the words of warning, Russia went back to watching - not staring at, fuck you- America who was waiting for the next point to be scored. The uniform hugged America's form really well- the top was a neutral purple with white accents, and the skirt(Which he believed to be a skort) was white with a purple (The same purple as the one on the top) stripe near the bottom of it.

Right now, he could actually see that America had long hair, he could understand why America drew himself the way he did. It was in a ponytail, and there was a themed bow in it. It looked thick and fluffy, and he kind of wanted to mess with it and maybe bury his face in it.

Soon enough he was once again entranced by America doing a miniature cheer routine for another scored point.

Usually he didn't really care if their team lost or won, but he would prefer if they won so he could see America like this more often.

He was easily distracted until the game was over, and it was time for them to play as well as one last large cheer from the cheer team.

He allowed himself to fall into the routine comfortably, playing the Serpent. He didn't stare at America, just focused on what he was supposed to be doing.

Soon enough it was over and they were getting back on the bus. He opted to sit behind America, as he had on the ride there. He allowed himself to get lost in thought, only to be dragged back to reality by someone playing the pornhub intro soundbite, WHICH WAS PROMPTLY IMITATED BY A TROMBONE.

He regretted befriending the band. Why had he allowed himself to become friends with them three years ago? He didn't know, but he regretted his choices immensely at the moment.

He grabbed his headphones from his bag and put them on, not wanting to deal with this shit right now. He scrolled through his playlist to pick a song to listen to.

He tapped "Rule #34" by Fish in a Bird cage. He ended up humming it as he listened to it. He also closed his eyes to allow him to forget about his surroundings.

After a while, he opened his eyes and watched out the window, realizing that they were getting close to his house. They were at their first stop, he watched a girl he didn't know the name of, get off the bus, she was covering up a lot for someone who was a cheerleader - she also had a cross necklace.

He subtly peered over and noticed that America was wrapped in a pretty blanket, and his hair looked short again. He didn't like either fact much, but the blanket was forgivable but how short the hair was made to look was not!

He sunk back into his seat and went back to listening to his music, though he was grumpy this time.

Eventually, he was getting off the bus and heading into his home.

He went to his room and carefully put away his instrument, before collecting some comfortable sleeping clothes, getting out of his band uniform.

He'd seen America get into his cheer uniform during gym, so he might take a page out of the cutie's book and change during gym. It was a good idea, and would be a lot more comfortable than changing in a most likely unfamiliar place.

Once he was in comfortable pajamas, he folded his uniform before getting comfortable in his bed. He allowed himself to fall in a comfortable sleep.

He yawned and stretched as he got up, attempting to rub the sleep from his eyes.

He headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

Once he was clean, he hopped out of the shower and got dressed for the day, before heading to the kitchen and making himself a cup of coffee.

"Доброе утро, папа." He mumbled, taking a sip of the coffee.(*Good morning, Dad)

"Доброе утро, Россия." His father responded. "How was the first week?"(*Good morning, Russia)

"Mmm... Good, other than a couple stupid ass people. Cheer Captain's cute" He tiredly said as he took another few sips of his coffee.

"She interests you, I take it?" His father asked in a teasing tone that flew over, one very tired, Russia's head.

"He" Russia tiredly and absentmindedly corrected. "And yea, he brightens pretty much any room he steps in- has a low self esteem though, and people are assholes"

Soviet laughed a little at that, opting to listen to his son ramble a while.

Over the next week, Russia received more gifts- one every fucking day. On Monday, he found a hand made bunny plush. On Tuesday - he found a bear sticker with some pressed flowers that he recognized as orchids. He found a bracelet with the colors of the bisexual flag on Wednesday, whoever was giving him these things was paying attention to him- as it was in the order of the bisexual flag. He had a small pin on his ushanka as a subtle nod to his sexuality. Thursday, he'd found a very small flower-patterned quilt. That was currently on his bed, it was getting ridiculous at this point!

He was currently on the bus to school - he had no doubts that he'd find another gift in his locker today.

"Ukraine, do you think I could convince папа to let me take an Uber home? I need to find whoever's leaving stuff in my locker."

"No shot. If ya do it'll take a few days, and who knows they might stop."

In response to that, Russia shoved his head in his hands and groaned.