Drunken Kiss (rusame)

3 · Top or Bottom

America's POV

I stood up from the table painfully slow, Poland looked at me impatiently.

"Are you actually hurt or just being slow on purpose?" Poland asked.

"I'm delaying the walk to class, thank me later." I replied, waving goodbye to Japan and South Korea.

"See you guys at lunch!" Japan said, waving goodbye back to me.

Poland began to walk with them, bored of waiting for me. I quickly threw my backpack on and ran to catch up with them.

BANG

Someone suddenly turned the corner, and I ran into him. We both fell to the floor rather chaotically

"Shit- sorry." I blurted out, opening my eyes to meet Russia's. "You okay?"

"Чертовски ад.." Russia mumbled, rubbing the back of his head as he tried to sit up. "Get off."

"Awh, do you not like me being the top?" I said smugly, the words rolling off my tongue as if they were instinct.

Russia looked at me with disdain and pushed me off him, hard.

"..God damn.." I cursed quietly, clutching the side he pushed. "You really didn't like being the bottom.."

Russia grunted, standing up to his full height of 6'5.

"Leaving so soon?" I asked, trying my best to sound disappointed.

"Yes." He replied blandly.

"Damn, can't even have a friendly conversation with you." I muttered under my breath, standing up from the ground.

"Maybe it's because you make sex jokes 24/7?" Russia yelled back, apparently having heard me from halfway down the hall.

"I asked if you were okay!" I called back.

"Then you immediately made a sex joke." Russia retorted.

"Because you told me to get off, you completely ignored my question!"

"You were on top of me, literally squishing the air out of my lungs. Am I a criminal for wanting to breathe?"

"..I mean.. No-"

"See? End of conversation." Russia declared smugly.

"You could of said something instead of pushing me." I rushed out, not wanting him to have the satisfaction of winning.

Russia just stared at me as if I was dumb. Which I soon realized my mistake, but was way too prideful to admit it.

"I did." Russia said after a long pause.

"Did not." I denied.

"Literally told you to get off." Russia quoted himself earlier.

"Must of not heard you." I continued to deny.

Russia, clearly irritated, put his hands up to surrender, walking away.

"Heyheyhey," I called out, jogging to catch up with him. "Look, I'm sorry for crashing into you."

Russia looked at me curiously.

"This is the part where you tell me it's okay, and then apologize for being an asshole." I nudged.

"No." Russia said after a moment's pause.

"What the fuck do you have against me?" I laughed out, yet geniunely was curious. "Do you have to take after everything your dad did?"

It was in that moment I knew I fucked up.

Russia's fist connected with my jaw, sending me flying into the lockers behind me. I immediately crashed to the ground. He then pulled me up by my wrists, causing me to hiss in pain from his tight grasp. He pushed me up against the locker, leaning awfully close to my face.

"Your ignorant, cocky, prideful, and have a fucking huge ego." Russia exclaimed, his nails digging into my skin. "How could anyone not hate you?!"

"Y-your hurting me.." I cried out, trying to pull away from his grasp.

Russia let go of my wrists, panic flashing in his eyes before being replaced with hatred once again.

Ring RiNg RING

"May America and Russia please come to the office? Thank you." The intercom suddenly boomed.

"БЛЯДЬ!" Russia yelled, kicking a nearby locker.

"..Is now a bad time to say you finally got to be the top..?" I croaked out with a cocky grin, rubbing my now bleeding wrists.

"Я надеюсь, что вы и ваша семья попадете в ад." Russia growled, storming his way to the office.

I gulped, and began to walk a very far distance behind him. He was right, I was a cocky, ignorant asshole. I really didn't understand how others could stand me, sometimes even I was sick of my own attitude. After a very intense, silent walk we both entered the principal's office.

"I'm sure you are well aware of why you're here." The principal, UN, announced.

We both sat down, the tension in the air so thick it could be cut with a knife.

"I'm sorry." I said quickly, looking to the ground nervously. "I threw the first punch, he was just defending himself."

Russia looked at me, a mix of expressions present on his face. We both know I didn't touch him, yet I had just willingly lied and said I did.

"Why did you try to punch Russia in the first place?" UN asked.

"He d-" Russia began, clearly about to deny my statement.

"We got in a really heated arguement over oil." I interrupted quickly, saying the first thing that came to my mind.

The room went silent, and my heartbeat began to beat unhealthily fast. Really, oil? FUCKIN' OIL WAS THE BEST I COULD THINK OF? It'd be a miracle if I made it through this alive..

"..Very well." UN sighed, breaking the silence. He handed us both a detention slip, making my heart sink further into my chest than it already was.

"I d-don't think Russia deserves to go to detention." I stammered.

UN raised an eyebrow at me. "We don't tolerate violence in this school, and you two fought."

"I fought, he defended himself." I corrected.

UN shrugged carelessly. "Still bruised you up pretty badly."

I cursed silently in my head.

"He was defending himself." I urged, really not wanting to have to sit in a room alone with Russia.

"That doesn't matter." UN declared, aggravated by my persistence.

"That's fucking bullshit." I barked, standing up from my chair and slamming my hands on UN's desk. "You wanted him to just lay there helplessly and get beat?"

"I don't have time for this, you're both dismissed." UN demanded, Russia immediately got up and left.

"Don't give him detention." I pleaded, the desperation in my voice clear as day.

"Out." UN repeated, clearly done with this conversation.

yikes, hope that fight wasn't too rushed guys ;u;
things will start uh, speeding up in the next few chapters ;)

× Translations ×
- 🇷🇺Чертовски ад.. = Fucking hell
- 🇷🇺БЛЯДЬ = FUCK
- 🇷🇺Я надеюсь, что вы и ваша семья попадете в ад = I hope you and your family burn in hell.