Ocean Eyes (Hetalia RusAme)

Two

I stare at the two holes in the wall. Shit, they're definitely going to see that. I shrug it off and decided to head back. I approach the door and begin praying that they didn't hear me yell or punch the wall. I open the door and everyone stares at me. I stand there for a while, staring at everyone's eyes. My eyes meet his. His eyes are so pretty that it makes me angry. I just want to punch him in the face, but I can't at the same time. I shut the door and head to my seat.

I sit down and avoid everyone's gaze. I wait to see if they're going to continue the meeting, but they don't. I get kind of agitated. "Aren't you all going to continue?" I ask. "Are you sure you're okay?" Italy asks, "You were gone for a while. I also heard some banging."

I look up and smile at the Italian, "I'm fine. I appreciate you being concerned for me. The banging? I have no idea what you're talking about. You must've misheard something. Can we continue?"

"Sure, dude...?" The meeting continues and I'm almost relieved when Germany was called. I still need to think this over when I get home. I need to figure out my feelings for this stupid American.

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I sit in my study, fingers tangled in my platinum hair. Why am I even trying to think about my feelings for him? I hate him, don't I? I'm supposed to hate him! He's an obnoxious brat! Of course I hate him! But...his eyes. His horrible eyes. His beautiful eyes. They bring me so much feeling that it scares me. They made me cry. His eyes scare me. I don't know why they scare me but they do. Hell, I probably do know. His beautiful, ocean eyes made me tear up in front of everyone. His eyes made me angry and scared at the same time.

Do I love him? Do I love him or just his eyes? He's so kind, who doesn't love a kind man? I quickly stand up, grabbing my lamp, and throwing it at the door. Hearing the sound of glass coming in contact with the wood door makes me snap out of my rage. Fuck, maybe I do love him. This can't be...

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when the door opens. "Russia? You alright?" My sister says, obviously concerned. I stare at the worried expression she wears on her face. "I'm fine. Why?"

"Well, I heard the sound of something being smashed so I came." She looks down, "I guess you did break something." She looks up at me, and steps over the glass shards. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Leave."

"You don't have to lie to me. Just tell me what's wrong."

"There's nothing wrong, leave."

"Russia-" Ukraine starts walking towards me. "I SAID, THERE IS NOTHING WRONG, LEAVE." I yell. She stops dead in her tracks. My anger quickly departs as I stare at her shocked expression.