It's Not Over (RusAme Story)

Chapter 7- Stalker!

CHAPTER SEVEN

~America's POV~

The bell rang early the next day, and I escaped from science into lunch. Plopping down at my table which is full of friends as usual, I sighed contentedly. Yesterday, I had confronted Japan and explained why I was wearing his jersey, but instead of seeing it as him being a controlling and manipulative person, she thought it was cute.

I don't think I really got through to her, but what's new. Japan likes shipping everyone together and ever since she saw me in his jersey she purposefully keeps trying to set me up with him. It's embarrassing really.

"So, what's going on with Russia?" Japan cocks an eyebrow while munching on a Pocky and I sigh. Here we go.

"He's being his usual jerk self, thank you very much for asking."

"Is that so?" Russia's voice rumbles from behind me like thunder and I nearly jump out of my seat.

Beside me, Canada scoots closer and looks at Russia pointedly. I really am so lucky to have such a great brother.

"Could you stop doing that?" I spit angrily, turning around.

He looks even taller than usual since I'm sitting. The breath sucks out of me and I wait for his response, quickly wiping the heated expression off of my face.

"Nah, I find it quite funny."
"Your face is funny," I retort.

Russia stares back at me, unamused, honestly probably used to my snappy remarks.

"What are you even doing here?" I ask him defensively, a little taken aback because of his threatening silence.

"I was trying to get to that." He tilts his head to the side. "Could I speak to you privately?" His silver eyes bore into me, daring me to say no.

"Umm..." I say stupidly. I don't want to look like I'm scared, so once again, I accept. "Sure."

"Good," he says, gesturing to the doors leading out of the cafeteria. "Bathroom, a minute after me."

He paces away from me and sits back down with Vivian, who is shyly eyeing my brother. Once he makes it to his seat, he raises his hand, making eye contact with me and receives a pass. He makes past the doors and I turn back to my friends, who are wondering why the heck I accepted.

Canada eyes me, looking concerned. "You sure you want to go? If you want, I'll come with you."

I notice my other friends waiting for my response. "No, I can handle it."

Canada sits back, almost seeming aggravated and I turn my attention elsewhere. Japan's look is implying and I roll my eyes, quickly raising my hand and grabbing a pass to go to the bathroom.

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Russia is leaning up against the wall when I make my way over and something tugs in my chest. I mask my nervousness and stand in my ground in front of him, crossing my arms.

"What was so important that you needed to speak to me privately?" I ask sarcastically.

"My jersey." He stares at me. "I need it back."

Geez, who taught this guy manners? No one, apparently.

"I'll give it to you tomorrow."

"No, I need it tonight for practice."

I pause. What do I tell him? I'm not letting him come anywhere near my house, my dad would freak.

"Well I don't have it, sorry. You should have thought about that before forcing me to wear your bear sized jersey."