It Comes and Goes, You Know?

Unexpected

May 1948

Ugh, where is it?

It was during the first week back at school, after the two month holiday. There were still 20 more minutes before class, but I liked to get there early. As I searched for my sketchbook in my locker, I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around abruptly, only to be greeted with J.E.'s daughter, Japan. "What do you want?" I said in a cold voice. Making my hostility towards her quite evident. "H-hey, China..." she responded tentatively. We had been standing there for a good two minutes when I finally started to get impatient. "Well, what is it?" I asked, maintaining my cold temperament. "I-I..." she stuttered, hesitating. She then took a deep breath and started to say "I'm sorry about what my father-" But before she could finish her sentence, I cut her off. "Forget it". I turned back to quickly grab my sketchbook and slammed my locker shut. "This isn't the right time to talk about this". She pointed to my sketchbook and seemed like she was about to say something, but I walked off before she had a chance to say anything else.

~time skip~

I walked into art class, still having ten minutes to spare despite having stopped at the restroom beforehand. I sat in my usual seat and hoped that I wouldn't have anyone obnoxious next to me. Or even talkative for that matter. I prefer peace and quiet when I'm working on my blueprints. I decided to just start working on my blueprint when all the sudden I heard a rustle from behind me. I turned around to see Ukraine sitting a row to the left behind me, and I greeted her. She cheerfully said hello and we started a conversation. We kept talking and working at the same time until Japan walked into the room. I immediately stopped talking, locking eyes with Japan. Ukraine noticed this, gazing at us with a look of curiosity. "Oh, you're in my class?" I inquired coldly, reverting back to my monotone voice. "Y-yeah..." Japan stuttered, sitting down in the back row and looking down at her desk. "Hm. Well, that's just delightful." I muttered to myself, turning back around and continuing to work on my blueprint.

~time skip~

After all of my classes, I went to the storage closet to get more paper for my art project. Much to my surprise, someone else was already there. I stepped closer to see who it was. Of course it had to be him. Of course, the classmate who stood before me was Russia. By this time, I'd already begun to like him (in a more than friendly way) and recently I'd been trying to avoid him. So you can understand my distress when I saw him. To make matters worse, the lights were off, and the custodian, thinking that no one was there, closed and locked the door. Slightly panicking, I knocked on the door several times and hoped he could hear me. Russia slowly approached me from behind. "Looks like we're trapped" he matter-of-factly stated. I rolled my eyes. "No shit, Sherlock". "Why were you in here to begin with?" he questioned. "Just for some paper for art". I reached to grab the paper I had come here for, but lost my balance and fell onto Russia. He immediately pulled off my shirt and kissed me. Shocked, I froze. "M-mm?!" I tried to push him away, but he held me tight, restricting my movement to only squirming around. I gave up and just dealt with, hating myself for staying there. He finally pulled away as I took a few deep breaths."I- wha-" I started to say when all the sudden I heard shuffling from outside. I quickly pulled my shirt back up.

As I heard the door unlocking, I straightened out my shirt's creases. The door swung open to reveal Ukraine, standing there with the closet's keys she borrowed from the custodian. She gave a questioning look and was about to say something, but I pushed past her before she could utter a word.

~time skip~

Another day, another training session. I grabbed all the stuff I needed from my locker. My schedule consisted of going to school, training with USSR at his household, and going back home to quarrel with my father. We were still in the middle of our war, mind you. I was just getting the upper hand now. I felt the presence of somebody next to me, so I grabbed my bag and locked my locker. Japan stood there, with a nervous look on her face. I rolled my eyes and asked in an irritated tone. "What is it this time?" She started once again to explain that she was sorry, and I attempted to cut her off. She interrupted me and blurted out "Look! I'm genuinely sorry, alright? I sincerely apologize for what my father did, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" I stopped trying to make her shut up, and decided to consider it. ".....I'll think about it." I heard a voice from behind me. "Are you ready to go yet?" I jumped a bit, before realizing it was Russia. "What- oh yeah, I'm ready." I shot another glance at Japan before following Russia towards the exit of the building, ignoring the many stares that I received along the way.