It's Not Over (RusAme Story)

Chapter 2- Late Again

CHAPTER TWO

~America's POV~

Once I finally got out of class, graced with a generous detention slip from my loving and incredibly understanding teacher, I made my way to the lunchroom and plopped down next to Japan.

"Ughhhhh," I groan, putting my head on the desk.

"Ame? Are you okay?" Japan asks worriedly. I hold up a pink detention slip between two fingers. "Oh no, what for?"

I sit back up. "I was late."

"Again?"

"This time, it wasn't my fault. I ran into Russia,"

"YOU WHAT??" She nearly screeches. "Did he hurt you?" She grabs my arm gently, checking for nonexistent bruises.

"Shhh, no I'm fine," I respond, seeing others looking in our direction due to Japan's scream. "But I barely escaped."

"You must have been so terrified," she says sympathetically. Japan's one of the only people that knows about my fear of tall mean people. My brother Canada doesn't count because he would never hurt a fly, and I've lived with him nearly my whole life. Russia on the other hand...

I put my head in my hands. "Yeah, I was terrified and I almost revealed how scared I was to him."

Japan hugs me. "It's going to be alright."

I'm really lucky to have Japan as a friend. People give her a bad rep, but she's actually really good at keeping secrets for her closest friends.

Japan pauses. "Wait, was Russia late to class too?"

I nod. "Yeah, why?" I ask her, and then it clicks. "You don't think?" 

She grimaces, and I groan, thumping my head back on the table. 

Yipee. Detention with a terrorist. Just how I wanted to end my day.

~Russia's POV~

Unsurprisingly, my guitar teacher gave me detention. A lot of my teachers hate me because of my dad. I don't care, I'm used to it. My dad will probably ask why I'm in detention, so I better use my detention time to come up with a convincing lie. If he found out that America disrespected me, he'd hurt her. He already hates her enough. I don't know why I'm protecting her, but I feel like if my dad got his hands on her, it would not end well for anyone.

I think back about her fearful expression again and I feel satisfaction run through me. Maybe this is why other countries are afraid of me. I'm pretty terrifying, but to be honest it's nice because nobody really bothers me. With the exception of America. Which proves my point that she's very annoying. I sigh, saying goodbye to my siblings at the lunch table, and head off to my next class, World History.

Sadly, the class is with America, who is always asking questions and talking non-stop. I don't get why she won't just shut up and listen if she likes the damn class so much. I mean, it's interesting, but I want to be able to listen peacefully without her talking for five minutes.

I reach the class and plop down in my seat. America is already here, talking to Japan and Canada. Canada's a decent guy, pretty level headed. Surprising how he got her as a sister.

"Hallo," Germany says, sliding into his seat next to me, looking put-together as usual. I nod back at him.

"Hello." He hears America's laugh and we both look in her direction. Her shoulders are shaking with laughter, along with Canada and Japan. I spot Ireland laughing with them, and I assume that he's said something funny.