Sticky Notes And Trinkets (Rusame)

Medical Exemptions and Group Projects

America leaned against the wall, pressing himself into a hiding spot as he watched Russia collect his next gift. The simple yellow frog plush, he felt excited, he loved watching others receive gifts he made. It had always been that way, he got far more joy out of giving things to people than he did anything else.

Only once Russia came into view and took the gift out of his locker, and let out a quiet startled noise that he realized that what he was doing could be perceived as a courting ritual for a fellow avian - He didn't mean it that way though.

He wasn't trying to be chased, he just wanted a friend. Giving gifts was part of proving capable as a mate. He wasn't looking to be one. Not yet. He just wanted a friend.

He let out an embarrassed chatter, before covering his mouth, hoping Russia wouldn't find him.

Luckily, Russia either didn't hear him, or didn't bother to look, either was possible especially with the crowd that had started to form in the hall before Russia had collected the gift. He was lucky to still be able to see Russia's locker.

He sighed a little to himself and ran off towards Mr. Weatherly's class.

He hated that godforsaken class. He loved to learn, but he hated that class. Hated that teacher, he couldn't blame the class which would probably be interesting if Mr. Weatherly wasn't its teacher.

He knew he only knew one side of Mr. Weatherly, but that side was enough for him to not want to know anything more about him. Some people were just like that; they only presented their bad. He knew there was more to people like Mr. Weatherly who only presented their bad. There was more to them, he hoped at least, because just bad was bound to be downright miserable. He didn't like the idea of that amount of misery.

He sighed to himself and shook his head. He decided to distract himself from the misery of the class.

It didn't feel as bad when the bell rang, and the class was over. He was pleasantly surprised by the lack of attention on him.

Though it may have something to do with the fact that he'd noticed Russia giving Mr. Weatherly one of the, if not the, most hateful looks he'd ever seen on anyone.

He was personally very glad that look was not directed at him. He wouldn't have been able to take it, that he was sure of.

As soon as class let out, he got his stuff together before heading to his next class. He was a bit excited to see Mrs. Dackermon.

He saw a note on his locker, picking it up to read it. He flushed as he read it. He really needed to stop them, he needed to let them down gently.

It was a weird feeling to be flirted with. The note read "Are you a bank loan? Because you have my interest", and there was a winky face drawn at the end of the note.

He shoved the note into his binder and quickly shoved his world history book back into the locker and collected his biology book.

He rushed off to the class, very much flustered by the note.

He shook his head and settled himself into his seat in the back of the class, glancing and noticing that his desk had nothing written on it- nor were there any notes, a pleasant surprise. He put his book and binder down before looking around to see who all was already there.

He almost jumped out of his skin when he saw Russia seated beside him - glaring holes into the back of the head of one Simon Dreg.

Sure, he didn't like Simon much himself. But he had to wonder what Simon had done to vex his unnaturally tall classmate.

Only thing he could think of was that it might be his over-dramatics and his flirting - he knew he wasn't the only one Simon hit on. Though the way Simon did it to him made him more self conscious, and wish he didn't exist. It wasn't the same way that the person who left him sticky notes did. All he knew is he didn't like it. Maybe he'd done it to Russia, and that's why he seemed to want to will Simon out of existence.