Secrets {A Rusame story}

Chapter 9

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   America's P.O.V
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For some odd reason, when Russia said he was in love with someone, I felt a wave of jealousy crash through me.
I wasn't quite sure why, but I do know one thing, I have never felt like that before. "Hey, you aren't wearing your sunglasses today" he pointed out, obviously changing the conversation.

"Yeah" I responded, "just decided not to" He nodded. The class ended as soon as it started, which was very odd. I was very distracted, though, I don't know why. I just felt slightly different.

Le time skip~

Russia and I were walking to his house, I told him I didn't want to go back home yet, which he completely understood. "So..." He started, trying to make conversation. I thought this was adorable. "How we're the classes I didn't have you in?" I thought for a moment, not quite sure how to word it. "Well...Japan kept hugging me and saying how pretty my eyes are..." I trailed off. "Well, they are beautiful" Russia agreed.

I felt my face go red, I must have made it obvious I heard it because he looked away and went silent. Yep, this is going to go great, I thought to myself. Maybe it won't be so bad once we get there...or maybe not.

We continued walking until we reached a nice looking house, Russia opened the door and we walked inside. His father looked at me but didn't say anything. Ukraine and Belarus were already there, I mean, we did take a long time leaving school.

"Hey Russia," Ukraine said, he was using a tone I couldn't quite describe. "I see you brought home your boyf-" Ukraine was cut off by Belarus slapping him. "Ukraine! You stop that right this instant" I snickered, earning a glare from Russia. We went to his room and started working on the project again. We had hoped that we finished but are teacher forgot to mention that we needed at least 8 paragraphs on our essay, which we did not have. Though, unlike last time, I felt safe around Russia. Very comfortable, which was extremely abnormal.

After about an hour into working, my eyelids began to feel heavy. I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, so I suppose that's why. I felt myself sliding into the comfort of darkness as my thoughts drifted away, well, all except one, "Russia".