Country Human Shorts

~We Are Friends~ Poland and Russia

Theme song: History by One Direction

Title will change because I don't like it

Poland's POV (yeah that's a thing here now)

This place is weird and so different. It's not at all what I expected it to be like. Walking down the new halls with strange, new faces glaring at me, they're all judging me, I can tell. I'm new, and if you're new you're an instant target for bullies, but that, unfortunately, is how society works. If I can keep my head down and avoid attracting attention to myself I might be able to get through today. The school halls are packed with people mumbling, either about me or something else, some give me confused and dirty looks, others just look away, I just ignore them. The ear-piercing shriek of the bell fills the halls. Shoot! I didn't have the chance to look for my room! I break into a run and swiftly look for room C-137, dashing around a corner only to be greeted with a harsh impact, causing me to lose my balance and stumble, but catch myself before I could hit the ground. Great. I've already made a bad first impression. The people around me, instead of laughing, gasp and...back away? Why? I rub my head and look up at the object I had run into, or so I thought. The object was no object at all, but a student, a tall student much taller than me, wearing black tracksuit trousers with white lines on either side, a white polo neck jumper and a matching black tracksuit coat. A large fluffy hat with flaps covering his ears on his head. An almost disgusted look on his face. He looks terrifying! "I-I'm s-so sorry! I-I was rushing to find my class and-" "Ты новенький" Even his voice sounds intimidating! "W-what?". He rolled his eyes, apparently annoyed that I didn't know his language. "You're new, are you not.", "Uh..yes, I'm Poland!" I hold my hand out for him, I'll be very surprised if this beast of a country doesn't break my hand. He ignores my hand and so I retract it. "I'm Russia." I give a small smile. "You don't happen to know where class C-137 is, Rosja?", "Da, follow me." he turned and began to walk, his strides are long, I have to run just to keep up with him!

We soon reach a classroom marked C-137 and Russia walks in. At least I didn't make him late for his class seeing as he has the same as me. This is the first period, English, and soon the teacher, Mr Britain, joins us, looking tired. Russia sits down at a desk and other students shift away from him whilst I stand there awkwardly, looking for a place to sit. Russia has an empty seat beside him, maybe I could ask him? "Hey, Rosja? Could I sit next to you?" He doesn't look up from his phone that I hadn't realised he had gotten out. "Sure." I smile and place my bag down and sit next to him. I pull out a notebook when a kid sat at the desk next to me leaned over and whispered; "Are you crazy?! Do you know who you're sat next too?!" This boy had a white, red, black and gold sleeveless hoodie and a red bandana around his neck. "Tak? It's Russia?" "And do you know who Russia is?! He's the scariest badass in school! Apparently, the last guy who befriended him ran away because of him!" Is that really true? Russia doesn't seem that bad... "Who are you?" "Me? I'm Philippines! You can call me Philip!" I feel myself smile again. "I'm Poland! It's nice to meet you, Philip!" Philip smiles a bright smile. "You can sit with me at lunch, it'll save you from being pounded to the ground by that great lug." Is Russia really that bad? He seemed ok to me. "A-Alright, thank's I guess."