School'Mates' (RusAme)

Russia's confession

(A/n) my oc (acrisia) is in this chapter- PLEASE DON'T HATE HER, SHE'S A BIT ODD-

Russia's p.o.v.

He was trying to figure something out. He had known America for a few months now... He was unsure of what was happening with his feelings... He decided to go to one of his other friends rooms. He needed Acrisia. She would know what he had to do. He trusted her.

He walked around the building a little, looking around. He took his time getting to Acrisia's room, looking through the library and the cafeteria, and even the gym and a few classrooms that were open today. When he reached her door, it was open. She was sitting on her bed, drawing something in a new sketchbook. As he walked in, Acrisia looked up. "Hi russia! What brings you here?" She asked, putting the drawing away. " Uh... I need your help." He said, looking at her shyly. She noticed his expression and nodded, sitting up and patting the bed beside her with her hand. "Come, sit, we can talk about it." Russia nodded, going and sitting next to her.

Russia explained his feelings, and how he felt about america, and how much they had opened up to each other. He explained how America acted sometimes, and how much Russia has caught America staring at him. He also explained how strong his feelings were, and how he had some of these feelings from the moment he met america.

"So you think you're in love with america?" Acrisia asked. "Yeah... What do I do about it? I Know he's gay, but like..." Russia shifted uncomfortably. Acrisia smiled. "Well, good news- America has already come to me, asking for advice about you!" " h-he has? " Russia stuttered. "Yeah, get in there!!! Go find America and tell him how you feel!" Acrisia said, fangirling a little. Russia nodded, feeling unconvinced. I hope she's right... if not, what will I do...?

He would have to just go with it and hope it went well.

He ran straight back to his room and found America sitting on his bed, playing on his phone. As Russia came in, he sat down on the edge of America's bed. America looked up, putting his phone down. "Well hi russia, where'd you go to?" America asked, smiling at russia. Russia blushes a little. "America... I have something I need to tell you... I... I..." Russia trailed off, unsure of how to say it, and if his America would react to it. What if Acrisia was lying? Or if America had changed his mind?

America's p.o.v.

"I... I..." Russia trailed off, his face turning red from blushing. America chuckled. "I... I... You what, russia?" This guy is so cute... What am I gonna do with him, russia is just... Amazing. Far more than he realizes. Definitely. America felt a light blush at the thoughts swirling around his head at that moment. Russia closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. America was silent, waiting for Russia to speak.

Russia's p.o.v.

He gathered all of his courage, and held his heart high. He didn't know what would happen next, for sure, but he was hella determined to tell America how he felt. This was it. Time to confess, russia. Don't screw it up.

"America, I love you"

(A/n)
(Welp, I made it to 554 words this time... Hope you like it, guys, I'm trying to update as much as possible within the first day of two of making this- also, uh, NO AcriSsa here, I promise, AAH-)