The Assasination Game

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Russia wasn't necessarily a good guy. He wasn't bad, but he wasn't good. He didn't go looking for trouble, but trouble certainly looks for him.

Like today, when some girl trips over her feet in the hallway, and just happens to land face-first at his feet.

Immediately, students started whispering. Nobody topped to help, and continued on as soon as they'd noticed and said their share on the matter.

Russia, having not much to go on with what to do in this kind of situation, stared down at her. He was confused, but held this neutral look like usual. The girl looked up as she gathered herself and stared right into his eyes.

"I-I'm.sorry, I just--I--" she whimpered, face showing increasing frustration and looking like she was about to start tearing up.

Russia just nodded and knelt down, handing her a few pens that had scattered.

Who keeps so many pens?

"Stop crying," he said bluntly while she hesitantly took her pens from him, "people recognize weakness."

He was standing now and she still stared fearfully at him; even more so now that he'd said that.

Seeing as there was nothing else to do, he walked away. People whispered about him as he walked.

"That Russia, he's always so hard-faced."

"Did you see what happened? I saw him trip her."

"Trip her? I swear, he downright shoved her!"

"He's so scary!"

"Cute, though."

"If it wasn't that he was so strong, someone'd give him what for!"

"Stop saying that, he'll hear you!"

On and on, the rumours and gossip and talk fanned out the halls. People talking over their shoulders and behind their hands. And Russia ignored it all.

What good would it do to say anything to them? If he did something to prove he wasn't to messed with, they'd fear him more. If he lashed out and yelled at them, they might think he was too desperate to defend himself. A no-win scenario.

Belarus, always the happy chatterbox, damn-near smacked into his side as she fell into step beside him, already talking.

"Hey. Hey, Russia. Did you hear what happened in my fourth class? America asked Japan to go out with him."

"And?" he replied, wondering why he should even care.

"And, she said yes! They were being all cute and awkward at lunch, and holding hands! Honestly, the whole school was agonizing over when they'd finally get together, it was so obvious! Those two make a really cute couple, I think," she kept going, until she passed her next class, at which point, she bid him goodbye and he was on his own again.

The rest of the walk there was somewhat quiet for him, until someone bumped into his arm as they ran by.

"Sorry, dude!" America called as he sped past, turning for a brief moment to acknowledge him before turning. He kept apologizing as he bumped into a few more people and eventually made it to his class.