Secrets {A Rusame story}

Chapter 1

{ Russia's P.O.V }

I wake up to the sound of two fools running around like maniacs. I open my eyes and lift my head up. I rub my eyes and eventually bring myself to get dressed and go downstairs to breakfast. I walk down the stairs and what do I see? Two idiots chasing each other with spoons. SPOONS. I watch my siblings in disbelief as I make my way around them to the kitchen. 

"Good morning Russia" My dad greeted. "доброе утро отец," I say tiredly before yawning. "What time is it?" I ask. " around 7:45," My father said in 'one of those' tones. My brother and sister stop what they are doing and rush to get their things, as do I. 'I can't believe he didn't tell us what time it was sooner' I thought as Ukraine, Belarus, and I sprinted off to school.

For once in our lives, we weren't late for school and actually made to class on time. At least, I'm pretty sure, I know I did. Even I was surprised. The only downside is that now I have to sit threw all of class instead of just a portion of it. Well, at least it's not as bad as having a class with America. Later today I have a class with that capitalist pig and HE SITS RIGHT NEXT TO ME. it's horrible. It doesn't help that he's so popular and loved.

I like being outcast and not having many friends, but that means I sometimes get picked on. Not many countries are dumb enough to mess with me, but some, a.k.a. America, are. He always walks up to me and starts talking to me in some weird tone I don't understand. I don't know how to describe it, it's like it sounds overly happy and confident, but at the same time, it sounds so forced.

Oh well, this class is about to end and I have the great honor of sitting by the capitalist pig, known as America. I pack up all of my things and head over to my next class. I walk by some students who immediately start whispering stuff they think I can't hear. You guessed it, those people are nonother than Japan, Germany, China, and North Korea. They're all in America's friend group, and they all hate me.

I walk into the classroom, and who do I see? That god damn pig that I wish would die. Okay, maybe that's too far. I reluctantly sit next to him. He's busy reading something, I think it's a book Canada got for him. I'm assuming this because it's a book about maple syrup and trees. If that doesn't scream Canada, then I don't know what does. 

Eventually, students flood the classroom and the teacher begins to tell us about a new project we'll be doing. The worst part? It's a partner project that you can't work on in class. I sigh, knowing most of the people here won't do there part. "So everybody look to the person beside because that's who you'll be working with".

My heart stopped. I look over to America with the most disgusted, hatred filled, disbelieving, look ever. Which he gladly returns. The teacher finishes explaining that we'll need to cover the six chapters in our history books that we covered this nine weeks. She says we have to write a report and make a powerpoint. Why? I have no clue. I don't get why we have to write a report and make a powerpoint for the damned assignment but I can't afford another F.

The bell rings and the capitalist and I exchange numbers so we can talk later about it. I can tell he's not happy about this. He pulled off his sunglasses for a minute to clean them when he was adding my number, I looked at his eyes since nobody ever gets to see them, and I saw..worry? fear? stress? I'm not sure what it was but it was something along those lines. 

I walked the halls to my next class period. After that, I'll have lunch, gym, study hall, and then I finally get to go home. I saw Belarus, she waved to me like the sweet sister she is. I don't like that we don't have a lot of classes together. In fact, we only have two together, Ukraine and I have four classes together, so I'm not completely separate from my siblings. Technically we had more siblings but they went missing years ago.

That's one of the reasons I don't like that were separated in school. I know it's safe and all, but I really just don't want anything bad to happen to the only family I have left, and dad feels the same. Oh would you look at that, I'm at my classroom, and I made it on time. Oh well, guess I'll have to worry about America later.

{Is this horrible? probably}