It's Not Over (RusAme Story)

Chapter 6- School

CHAPTER SIX

~Russia's POV~

I strolled into school, very carefree and surprisingly happy because in a matter of minutes America would come in looking angrier than I've ever seen her, sporting my jersey as a dress.

America's bright blue eyes are downcast as she stares fixedly and shuffles through the doors. Excitement fills me at her body posture, where she seems like she is trying to become one with the ground. I bite my lip, holding back a chuckle, as I don't want to seem soft to other countries and I have a tough image to maintain.

Other countries turn around, looking at her and whispering. Victory fills my gut and I survey her smugly.

My red, white, and blue Bears jersey hangs off her form, almost to her knees. The sleeves drape off of her arms, and the neckline almost exposes her collarbone. I can see that she put a black hoodie on underneath to try and make it fit better, but it has failed miserably.

She spots me and her face reddens. She shoves her golden hair into her hoodie, pulling the hoodie up over her face and speed walks away so fast, you'd think she had to go to the bathroom really bad. I contemplate going after her, but figure that I'll pick on her later when she can't escape and head off to class.

The bell rings a few minutes later, and America slouches in her seat, hoodie still pulled so far over her head she looks like death himself. She looks like she'd rather walk on hot coals than be here and I just hold in my laughter, which is getting harder and harder to do by the minute.

"Ame," Japan pokes America in the shoulder and I pretend not to notice, wanting to eavesdrop on the conversation, knowing well what Japan is going to imply.

"Why are you wearing Russia's jersey?" she asks, giving America a smirking look. "Are you guys dating?

America's eyes widen in horror and I explode inside, putting my head on my desk to hide my face.

"GOD NO!" I hear her voice. "NO NO NO NO NO!" she says frantically as other countries turn to look at them.

I can't do it any longer. I explode with laughter when I see America's face when she realizes that I heard Japan. Telling by America's reaction she has no clue how to react to this.

Japan raises an eyebrow, giving America that look that basically says, 'Oh you totally are dating him'.

"Russia," she growls, blue eyes glinting maliciously. She's getting ready to get out of her seat.

"AMERICA!" Our teacher whips around, eyes cutting into America, who freezes. I shudder with laughter and other countries stare at me, untrusting and suspicious as usual.

"I'm done with your incessant chatter. Maybe putting you next to Russia will fix that problem."

Her words sink in and America looks horrified, even more than she already did before, and the class falls dead silent, knowing well that if America and I sit together all hell will break loose. My laughter seizes and I look up at Miss. Adams. She can't do that to me- I'm a good student! Well- good enough.

Our teacher continues to watch America's disgusted reaction and deducts that this is an appropriate punishment. "I think that would be appropriate. Canada, I'd like you to switch with your sister."

Canada gets up and gives his sister a pitying look, along with everyone in the classroom. My sister, who was next to America looks like she feels bad for America but doesn't seem completely devastated, as she's about to get to sit next to her crush, Canada.
I glare coldly at everyone in the classroom, especially America. This whole thing is her fault. She doesn't even respond to my look, just rises dejectedly out of her seat and shuffles over next to me, where she scoots her seat as far as possible away from me.