Secrets {A Rusame story}

Chapter 11

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America's POV
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   So, we'll, I woke up and I was in Russia's arms after I woke up. Yeah, that just happened. My face might as well be stripless at this point, due to the fact their barley noticeable. I shook my head to try and forget about...that. If I'm being honest, I would have liked to go back and snuggle closer to him but- wait a minute! I do NOT want to do that. Ugh. As I walk down the street to my house I realize just how late it is. Dads going to flip. I start to run, the sooner I get home, the less yelling and possibly hitting will happen. I made it to my house, luckily it seemed like everyone was asleep. Keyword, SEEMED.

   I walked through the door, sat my bad down next to Canadas', and silently shut the door. "Ahem" I heard from behind me. I turn around to see my father standing there with his arms crossed. "..." He seemed to get more angry by my silence. "Where were you!?!" He yells. "I was with Russia, and I guess I lost track of time-" "Russia?! Why the hell were you with Russia?!" He was mad. Really mad. He grabbed my arm. Tightly. I winced, that was going to leave a bruise. He smacked me. Hard. I held my face, he was still mad, it was very palpable. "Go to your room, you worthless excuse of a country!" I didn't hesitate to run to my bedroom. Tears spilled from my eyes, flowing like a peaceful stream. He slammed the door shut and collapsed into his bed. It was very soft and comforting to him. His bed had a white sheet, red and blue striped cover, and a nice white, fluffy pillow. Though, as much as his bed comforted him, he would much rather be held by Russia. He thought about him, and as much as he hated to admit it, he was definitely falling for the taller country.

America, America, he thought to himself. You are so gay. He laughed to himself, which was not something he did often. Normally he would criticize himself, but he felt better today. Mainly because he realized that for him to have been in Russia's arms means Russia wrapped his arms around him and fell asleep with the smaller, striped country. Does Russia like me? No, he wouldn't. Well, maybe. Probably not. He mentally argued with himself like his for hours. Debated something that would take time to prove. He didn't want to be right, not did he want to be wrong. He just wanted to find out with time. He wanted to wait to find out, If Russia did love him then he would take time to tell him, appose to if he didn't have true feelings for, to which he would tell him immediately. He thought about it more as he drifted off to sleep, ignoring the fact that he would have a slight bruise on his face tomorrow at school.

(Sorry the chapters have become shorter, aouthor-chan is lazy)