Meant to be [countryhumans) [Incomplete)

11: Ice rink

"Meri? What're you doing here?"Russia skidded to a halt as he stopped right in front of the plastic barrier.

"I wanted to come here for am interview but uh, I got stuck in this line. Care to help?" America laughed sheepishly.

"All right." Russia huffed as he reached over and carried the American over his shoulders and placed him onto the ice gently.

"Where's your captain or coach?" America asked as he steadied himself.

"Over there." Russia gestured to the otherwise of the court where all the senior year students were.

America gulped nervously as he tried to steady himself. He grabbed onto the plastic barrier surrounding the ice rink tightly when he felt his feet slip and slide slightly. Unfortunately for the American, Russia had noticed his panic.

"Don't tell me you don't know how to skate." the tall Russian snickered at America who playfully glared at him.

"C'mon help a man out." America pleaded as his feet were starting to slide again and his panic grew.

Russia watched him struggle for a while more before reaching out to help him. He tucked the American under his arm and skated his way slowly to the other side.

Russia watched America's nervous expression. He decided to scare the American. He loosened his grip and went faster. As he neared the wall of the rink as well as the group of the seniors, he didn't slow down. This caused America to panic. 

He skids to a stop last-minute, spraying ice bits onto the group of seniors and swung America forward, letting him go. America yelped in shock as Russia caught him mid-air and slowly put the shaken up American on is own two feet. 

"Hey! What the hell was that!" One of the senior year students shouted angrily, dusting the ice off his shirt. 

Sweden only laughed. Iceland grinned as he skated away only to return. Fast. He was about to get revenge. Russia immediately turned to protect America from the ice. He shivered as he felt some go down the back of his shirt.

Iceland giggled, "Who's that? Your boyfriend?" Iceland teased.

Russia's face went a little red as did America's. America cleared his throat as he finally stabilized himself.

"Uhm, I'm from Media club, I was wondering if I could do an article on your club," America asked apprehensively.

"Sure. What do you need?" Sweden smiled sweetly.

America found it hard to not take a liking to this senior.

"Just some photos and some interviews. Feel free to carry on with your normal schedule." America explained.

"Anything for a beautiful man like yourself." Sweden took the back of America's hand and kissed it gently.

He blushed, "touche."

"Okay. Okay. That's enough flirting. We have freshmen to assess." Russia stepped between Sweden and America.

"Right. Feel free to ask me for help." Sweden leaned to the side to wink at America. America bit his lips.

"Can I interview one of the Seniors, if you're not too busy of course." America smiled.

"Of course, älskling." Sweden smiled.

"What?" America didn't understand but the word sounded fancy.

"I'll do the interview." Finland butted in.

Sweden frowned but nodded as he skated to discuss plans with the other senior year students. Meanwhile, Finland led America off the snow carefully, knowing he didn't know how to skate.

"Don't mind Sweden. He's a big flirt when it comes to people he finds fascinating." Finland sighed.

"No, it's okay, I'm sure he didn't mean to," America reassured as he reached into his camera bag to retrieve his notepad and pencil.

"That's the problem,"

"What?"

"Uh nothing, let's start?"

"Yep!" 

America spent the next half an hour scribbling notes down after interviewing the coach, Senior year, Junior year and a sophomore student. He decided he would come back later in the month to interview the freshman students. 

He sighed as he stretched his wrists and fingers which were starting to cramp up. He slipped the notepad and pen back into his camera bag pocket and took out the camera gently. He admired its features for a second, running his fingers over the smooth black surface. America gently slung the strap connected to the camera over his head and let it rest on his chest as he slowly made his way to the side of the ice-rink to take pictures.

He tried his best to take good pictures without having to step onto the ice but it was thought with the barrier blocking the shots. He really wanted cool pictures of the hockey players, but he wanted to avoid the ice.

"What's wrong? If you keep frowning, you'll get wrinkles on your pretty face." America turned around, his lips almost touching Sweden's. He quickly backed away.

"U-uh, nothing." America sputtered out nervously.

"Hey. Swed. Greenland's asking for your presence." Sweden huffed in annoyance sighing as he straightened to get back on the ice.

"I'll catch a later then sweetcheeks." Sweden flashed America a wink.

"Uhm...thanks for that." America whispered gratefully to Russia who had made his way over.

"No problem. You just looked really uncomfortable there." Russia smiled.

America nodded gratefully.

"I uh need to take some pictures." America started nervously.

"Yea. No shit." Russia snickered.

"On the ice. The barrier is blocking me from getting good shots."

"Okay?" Russia was confused.

"I can't skate." America declared, red faced and embarrassed.

Russia paused for a moment, "pfft-"

"Shut up! Dont laugh!" America growled.

"I'm not laughing." Russia smiled. His actions spoke otherwise. His shoulders were trembling and his smile was so wide it reached his ears. It was evident he was trying and failing not to laugh.

He let out a small chuckle. America glared at him.

"So are you going to help me or are you just going to laugh?" America huffed.

"Okay, okay. Hahaha." Russia laughed a while more.

"Fine. I'll just go." America poured and turned to leave.

"Hey wait!" Russia bent over the barrier and grabbed America by his waist, and pulled him towards the barrier.

He was essentially hugging the American to the barrier.

"What?!" America huffed out annoyed, blushing slightly.

"I'll help you."

"Thank you."

"C'mon grab some ice skates."

"W-wait...why?"

"I'm teaching you to skate."

"W-what??!!"

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