It's Not Over (RusAme Story)

Chapter 3- Detention

CHAPTER THREE

~America's POV~

I fling open the door to detention.
"I'm so sorry I'm late Ms. Camp! I completely forgot!" Ms. Camp is my detention monitor, and I see quite a bit of her since I'm late to class a lot.

It's fine America," she says in a defeated tone, probably used to it by now.

I scan the room and sure enough, there's Russia, sitting in my regular seat. I groan, rolling my eyes. It's like he's trying to annoy me on purpose.

He peers over at me, hearing my groan, and once he realizes it's me he rolls his eyes angrily and glares. I return the favor, grumpily plopping into an empty seat and pulling out my math book.

Despite everyone thinking I'm a slacker, I'm really not. I just have an awful memory and like to have fun, but I strive to develop my skill set and get good grades.

I stare at my math book, but this problem makes no sense. Ugh, I don't get this question. I look up from my book to ask the detention monitor a question but she's not there. Shoot.

I try not to look over at Russia, who's sitting silently across the classroom. What if he takes his chance and tries to kill me now? I look back at the math problem to stop from hyperventilating. Yeah, I'm completely clueless. I need help.

For once, I'm sad that Ms. Camp isn't here. Out of the corner of my eye I peer over at Russia and find him filling out a worksheet. Should I ask him? No, that's embarrassing. But I need help! I don't want to look weak though.. Stop it! Don't let him bully you into submission.

Sighing, I take a deep breath. "Um... Russia?"

He looks up at me, still glaring, and notices that the detention monitor isn't here.

He's going to kill me now, it's the perfect opportunity. I shake my head, forcing myself to stop being paranoid.

He looks back at me. "What."

"Do you take Geometry?"

"No, calculus."

Well, isn't he just great at maintaining a conversation?

"Why do you need to know?" he asks.

Come on, act nice, I tell myself. His silver eyes are burning into me.

"Could you help me with this problem please? I don't understand it."

He contemplates, and I cringe, somewhat afraid of his answer.

"No."

What a jerk! I just asked him nicely, what's his problem?

I roll my eyes. "No wonder you don't have any friends." The thought comes out of my mouth before I can stop it. 

"What did you just say?" he says slowly, more a statement than a question. His eyes glitter with malice.

Shit. What do I say?

"Not going to answer me huh?" He says dangerously, rising from his seat.

Fuck. I spring out of my chair, facing him. I can't back down now. I can't let him find out why I'm scared. He continues to approach me and I stand my ground, though trembling a little bit.

Suddenly he reaches out and I dodge him, being quick on my feet thanks to playing football with my siblings. He growls-- I mean, literally growls, a deep guttural sound. Okay, forget standing my ground. I'm outta here.

Whipping around, I sprint for the door but he catches up to me and slams me against a wall, towering over me. Damn him and his long legs.

I refuse to look at him but stare fixedly past his arm as I can't see over his shoulder. My heart threatens to pound out of my chest.

Remembering the last time I was in this position and who I was with, my shaking becomes more visible. No, he can't know why.

~Russia's POV~

"Look at me." My voice comes out in a growl.

Her blue eyes stay fixated on the door beside me. Fury courses through me. How childish.

An idea pops into my mind and I smirk. I press my body closer to hers, trying not to be disgusted at being in such close proximity to another country. Leaning by her face, I whisper in her ear.

"Scared?"

She flinches and I watch with satisfaction as a shiver runs through her body and looks up at me, glaring.

"Never."

I look down at her even more, if that's possible.

"Your body language says otherwise."

Suddenly her face is red and embarrassment mixed with fear is evident in her eyes. Oops, I didn't mean to sound so perverted. Her reaction was funny though.

I laugh, watching her stare shyly at the ground. She peers up at me from under her eyelashes and I can tell something in her expression has changed.

She presses closer to me, tilting her head up. "I think you're right Russia."

Wait, what? Her golden hair slips forward and I flush at the closeness. She's looking back at the ground again.

"I think... I think the reason why I've been so nervous around you is because I like you." She twirls a strand of hair around her finger.

I hear the words but don't understand. America likes me? The smug expression falls off my face, and suddenly I'm disgusted. This moron actually likes me. If my dad knew...

Making a disgusted face, I step back, trying to get away from her as fast as possible. Before I know it, she's aimed a kick at my crotch, and I crumple to the ground.

"Bitch," I hiss.

She bends over me, vibrant blue eyes gleaming. "If you actually thought I would ever like you, you're more an idiot than I thought. Touch me again, and I will kill you," she snarls, white teeth flashing.

I grind my teeth and glare daggers. How embarrassing. "You'll pay for this."

She raises her chin, narrowing her eyes. "Sure. You can kill me right after you figure out how to get out of this classroom." She smirks and flips her hair, leaning out of the doorway, key in her hand.

Where did she even get that? Never mind that, I won't let America humiliate me. Struggling to my feet, I bite back a hiss.

"See ya," she waves smugly at me.

"America, don't you dare," I threaten.

Raising her eyebrows, she grins and shuts the door in my face, locking it just as I reach it.

"AMERICA!" I pound on the door, feeling like steam was about to come pouring out of my ears. I watch as she turns around through the rectangle of a window in the door and walks away.

"MY FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS!" I roar, but she pretends not to hear me. I can't believe this just happened.

I flip a desk over and it crashes to the floor, resounding with a loud bang. She's such a pain. A sorry excuse for a country. An imbecile.

You know what, I think I will actually tell my Dad about this. He'll deal with her and I won't get in trouble with him for detention.

Oh, she's going to pay, and big time.