It's Not Over (RusAme Story)

Chapter 1- The Run-In

CHAPTER ONE

~America's POV~

I hummed, doodling on a random sheet of paper while my teacher droned on. Thank lord my spot was in the back of the classroom. If it wasn't I don't know what I would do. I continued to work on my sketch, which was one of a girl with a skateboard. I think Japan is starting to rub off on me.

Peering to my left, I spot her hunched over her desk, no doubt drawing an anime guy.

Japan's my best friend, but I still don't get why she likes anime dudes over actual real-life dudes.

"Wow, that's really good Meri!" Ukraine whispers from next to me.

I offer here a sweet smile. Ukraine sits right next to me in math and she's super sweet, but I know part of the reason that she wants to get closer to me is because of my brother, Canada. I find it funny though, and since I'm not petty, I'm currently working to get the two of them together. They obviously like each other, but they're both too shy to say anything.

A stern voice interrupts my thoughts. "America and Ukraine."

I whip my head around, to find my teacher, hands on her hips, and the rest of the class staring at us.

"This is the last time I tell you two to stop talking. The next time it happens, I will move one of you." Ukraine looks like she's about to cry.

"It won't happen again," I promise.

Well at least you won't catch us again. The corners of my mouth tuck up, ever so slightly, then return quickly to normal. Thankfully, our teacher doesn't notice and turns back to the board. Russia is turned around in his seat, looking smug, most likely because I just got yelled at.

I would never admit it, but he gives me the creeps. I also don't like his insanely tall height, which I find very unnerving. Surprisingly, I am only 5'3, despite being quite a large country. What I did to make him hate me? No clue. The guy hates everyone, and everyone hates him; respectfully so. I return Russia's look by pretending to reel up my middle finger while grinning sarcastically.

Japan catches my rude gesture, and stifles a laugh. Russia glares at us, before rolling his eyes and turning back around. I smile proudly to myself. Victory! A small one, but fun nonetheless.

Turning back to my drawing, I focus on it while my teacher continues to drone on.

-Russia's POV-

I roll my eyes and turn back around in my seat. What an idiot. America thinks she's sooo funny and cool. It was crazy how her confidence level was nearly unwavering, despite her acting like a buffoon and making a fool of herself all the time. I mean, who else would wear sunglasses inside?

I feel my blood pressure rising, and attempt to focus on other things. I think about the upcoming hockey game instead, and feel myself get excited. I'm up against Canada's team, which will be hard but fun. I bet America will be there, cheering him on like a lunatic. She's so annoying that I sometimes dream of smacking her with my hockey stick. I can't even imagine being related to her.

One thing I can't seem to figure out though, is why the hell people like her. I mean, even Germany, my best friend, had a crush on her once! It makes absolutely no sense to me. But one thing's for sure, I have to win against Canada for bragging rights.

Seriously, America will boast about Canada beating me even if she did physically nothing. I'd be surprised if she even knew how to skate.

I run a hand through my ashy blonde hair and imagine America's expression when I win. I chuckle to myself, probably looking like a maniac, but it's fine because everyone already thinks I am thanks to my father and I honestly don't give a crap. Looking up the board, I promise myself that I will win. I have to.

~America's POV~

The bell rings, and thank the Lord. Another minute longer and I would have lost my last few brain cells. Speaking of brain cells, I can't remember where my next class is. I look around for Japan, then spot her talking heatedly with China. Probably another trade deal, but I made a mental note to ask her about it later. But now, I don't have anyone to remind me what my next class is, since Japan knows I won't step a foot near China.  

Seriously, my memory sucks. I check my Apple Watch. Oh shoot! Three minutes left until class. I think hard. That's right, science!

I like science, but sometimes it gets confusing due to the fact that I'm one of the few countries left that still use a completely different metric system than the rest of the world.

Hurrying off in the direction of the science lab, I check my watch.

Two minutes?! The walk to the lab takes at least a minute, so I better hurry. I look up to see a chest, and suddenly I'm sprawled on the ground. The wind is knocked out of me as something falls on top of me. A few seconds later, I'm gulping in air, my thoughts hazy. I clutch my head and groan, before slowly opening my still blurry eyes to find someone in a push-up position on top of me. Russia?!

-Russia's POV-

I round the corner, heading for Guitar when someone barrels into me. I lose my balance and fall forward, knocking them on the ground. My guitar crashes to the ground and I gran. Opening my eyes, I see long, silky straight dirty blonde hair in front of me.

Is this America?? My eyes travel down to her face just in time to see her eyes open. Shit. Her bright blue eyes widen in recognition and she suddenly looks... scared? America's never scared.

"Get off," she says, trying to mask the tremble in her voice. Wait does she think I'm-

"I said, get off." She scrambles to her feet, and I can tell she's attempting to grasp her emotions. Her eyes hardened as she noticed me still standing there.

"Watch where you're going, commie."

My anger spikes. "You ran into me, not the other way around!"

Who is she to call me a commie? I take a menacing step towards her and her glare falters. That's right, she should be scared. She has no right to disrespect me.

Just as I'm about to pin her to the wall, the bell rings and I pause. She returns to her glare and I smirk at the patheticness. At this point, I'm towering over her, so much that she's nearly looking straight up at me.

She shoots me one last look, before ducking past me and stalking off down the hallway. I chuckle. You know, it's almost fun to mess with her, just to watch her make herself look studpid.

Turning around, I pick up my guitar and head back to class, grumpy that that supid American made me late.

~America's POV~

My heart pounds in my chest as I nearly run down the hallway. How embarrassing. I completely lost my cool back there and almost revealed my deepest fear to one of my worst enemies. I think back about his terrifying silver gaze and absurd height. And the way he advanced on me, it was almost like he was planning on tearing me apart.

I shiver, trying to push the thought of how easily he knocked me down out of my mind. Huffing, I curse Russia in my mind for making me this late to class.