Friends? (Depressed!USA X Russia fanfic)

Another Day (Pt 2)

USA's POV

I walked to dad's car, slightly anxious knowing I was in there alone with him. Canada and Aussie both would've taken the bus to school and NZ would've taken her bus to the highschool.

"Sorry about the wait dad"

"Just shut up." UK said angrily, taking a sip out of a bottle... It smelled suspiciously of whiskey...

"D-Dad- are you drinking whiskey?!"
I looked at him, concerned.

"I'd shut my fucking mouth if I was you American." UK said, looking at me angrily

"Dad that's not safe--!!" Just as I said that, I felt a strong pain as he slapped me across the face

"I told you to shut your fucking mouth."

I look at him startled, like a deer in headlights and then looked away quickly

"s-sorry" I said as I looked out the window and watched the trees start drifting by at increasing speeds. After about 15 minutes of Total silence UK pulled over

"Get out"

"Dad this is almost two blocks away-" UK looked at me almost murderously and I grabbed my bag
"Sorry- I'll just go"
I ran into campus, I went through the front office knowing I'd get sent there regardless. They question me and I give them the same answer as always "dad forgot to wake me up"
She looked at the mark on my cheek suspiciously but brushed it off and gave me the okay to go to class

While walking down the hallway, and looking at the floor I bump into someone and trip over
"Ah fuck!--" I exclaim as my elbows smack into the hard, lame excuse for carpet

"Oh Блядь- (T: Fuck) sorry!" The Russian says startled.

"Oh fuck he's hot." I think to myself looking up at him then quickly at the floor, trying to hide the blush on my cheeks

"N-No it's okay" I say reassuringly, looking at him again I realise... He's the one who helped me...

Russia's POV

I look at the smaller country, trying to figure where I've seen them before. But then I remember, I saw a group of kids... Hurting them... They were so hurt I doubt they even remember seeing me, but I sure as hell remember.

"What's your name?" I ask, helping them up

"I-I'm America, but most people call me USA" they say, slightly... Scared?

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Russia!" I say, trying not to be intimidating.

They look at me, clearly more scared than before "r-russia-- aren't you USSR's brother??" USA asks, though they already know the answer

"Well, yeah. But I don't really like him. I am still communist but he's just insane." I say, which makes the American sigh in relief...

"okay... I need to go, I'll see you later" USA says. They smile before running off, waving

"до свидания!" (T: bye!) I yell back happily. They turn around a corner and run out of sight.

(Thanks for reading, and being patient. Some family shit happened but I should be back on schedule now!)