Secrets {A Rusame story}

Chapter 13

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America's POV
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   This is bad. I wasn't supposed to tell anybody, yet here I am, on the nurse's office, because I told. I nuzzled more into Russia, I'm sure he doesn't mind. I'm just really stressed right now. Who knows what will happen within the next twenty-four hours. I don't know how long we were waiting, but I know I must have fallen asleep because I woke to something I was all too familiar with, my father shouting. "WHAT IS THIS COMMUNIST DOING IN HERE?!" My eyes jolted open, and I sprung up slightly, only to be held down by two strong arms. I took in my surroundings, The nurse was there, as was my mother and father. The counselor and principal were also there, though slightly to the side. I turned my eyes back towards my father, he was outraged. I had only seen him like that a few times, none were pleasant memories. I flinched, except I didn't pop back up. I just stayed there, holding onto Russia for dear life. "Mr. Britain, please calm down" Out principal said calmly. "Honey" my mother pressed, putting a hand on his shoulder. Saying I was scared would have been an understatement. "Alright, now let's discuss why you were called here. Russia if you leave, please" I shook my head in disapproval, not want my boyf- best friend to leave me. "I think I'll stay" Russia announced, taking the hint I don't want him to leave. "This doesn't concern you" My father stated with more venom in his voice than ever. "Yes, actually it does" he informed. Sure, it technically is more of a family matter, but he had been the first one to notice something was wrong, and the first one to actually care. Not to mention the fact that my dad hurt me because I was out at Russia's place instead of being home before dark. "He can stay, the nurse interjected, America would have had a panic attack if Russia wasn't here. I don't want to have the only one who can calm him down be removed from the room" The principal nodded in agreement. "He can stay" she confirmed. My father shot a glare at the country who was holding me, quite gently I might add.
  "Anyways, you've been called in because of the bruises on your son-" UK cut her off right then and there. "He did that to himself, he just wants attention" My father's words hit me hard. Attention for this was the last thing I wanted. I felt more tears forming in my eyes, threatening to fall. "America" Our principal started. "The bruises. Were they self-inflicted for attention?" She asked. No doubt she already believed my father. "No" I answered, letting a tear slide down my face. "Hm," she responded. Thankfully my mother stepped in. "America didn't bruise himself. It was his father. I've seen it, Canada's seen it, Russia's probably seen it too" She announced, more than likely annoyed by the tone of my principal. Without missing a beat my father backhanded my mother. She did something between a gasp and a wince of pain.

  I couldn't tell you what happened next, all I know was there was screaming and fighting and police. I started hyperventilating somewhere in between. I apparently had a panic attack. I'm not quite sure what's supposed to happen now, but I know we're moving into my aunt's house with our cousin. I'm glad Russia has stayed with me through all of this, he really does care.

{Two Week Time Skip}

   Russia and I are currently in his room, just talking. It's been hectic the last two weeks but Canada, mom, and I are adjusting. We are both sitting on his bed, which I must admit is very comfortable. The thought of what happened on 'that' day reminded me I never thanked Russia. He had just finished telling me something I suppose I wasn't listening to, so I figured now would be a good time to do that. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tightly. He jumped slightly by my sudden action and tensed. After a second or two, he relaxed and wrapped his arms around my waist. "So what's this for?" He asked Pushing me back enough for me to see him. "Just a thank you for, well, Ya' know, 'that' day" I don't know why I always did this, but whenever I would say something when I'm this close to Russia I always get super shy. "No problem Ame, what was I supposed to do? Sit there and watch you die inside?" I giggled at his response. I looked into his eyes as he looked into mine. Though I suppose he was technically looking into my sunglasses. Just as I thought that he slid them off my face. "You know Ame, your eyes are beautiful, I don't know why you hide them," he said caressing my cheek. Yep. My face is entirely red right now. He chuckled at this and we just stayed there for a minute, looking at each other. There was a silence, though it wasn't an awkward one, it was a very comfortable one, one that we could sit-in forever. He brought his face closer to mine, his face slightly red. After a very short second, he pressed his lips onto mine. They were very soft and loving. My eyes widened, though only for a second. I closed my eyes and melted into the kiss. Sadly, we needed a break for air, so we, unfortunately, pulled away. I smiled at him and he smiled back. "I love you, you dumb capitalist" Russia. Boy. You are going to give me a heart attack. I giggled and wrapped my arms tighter around him.  "I love you too, you stupid commie"