Is it Hard to See?

Chapter 2

(Sorry its so short guys!)

America opened his eyes, and they were staring into the Navy blue ones of a certain country Ame had spent his morning trying to avoid: Russia.
And right now, America was laying on top of the tall country, hand still covering his face. Scrambling off of him, America started apologizing profusely, he helped Russia up, then tried to continue on his way. Russia however, grabbed Mica's hand and gave the freedom country his own napkin, then started walking with Ame to the nurse's office.
As soon as the exited the cafeteria, Rus extended his hand and introduced himself. "Russia. You are Amerika, yes?" Mica shook Russ's hand lightly and nodded. 

*Russia's pov*

"So. This is Amerika. He's short, but not completely atrocious to look at..... Even though he got blood on my shirt."

Just as America had done to Russia that morning, Russ glanced at Mica, trying to determine if the freedom county was anything like he'd heard about.
Ame was wearing something comparable to what he wore every day: Black 'NATO' t-shirt, green cargo pants tucked into black combat boots, a grey blazer, and of course, his signature black shades.

               ~~Timeskip cuz i lazeeee~~

***Nurse's office**

Ms. Switzerland, the nurse, gave Mica a new paper towel and Russia a new shirt to change into. Then, once she was finished, Miss Switz left them alone in the exam room. Together. [oh no ;}]

Russia, obviously not giving a bloody f-ck, turned his back to America and pulled off the bloody shirt to change into the clean white one Switzerland gave him. ([And Merica was undoubtedly watching this.)] But as soon as Russ finished, Ame was acting bored, just scrolling through his Instagram feed.
A few minutes later, Meri's nose had stopped bleeding, so he got up threw the towel away, and motioned for Russia to follow. After thanking Ms. Switzerland, who gave him a packet of tissues, America and Russia slowly walked back to the cafeteria.

America: "Thanks for walking me there. You didn't have to stay either dude."
Russia: "You got blood on my shirt. So I made sure you got to the nurse's alright Amerika."
America: "Sorry 'bout that Rus. We good?"
Russia: "Yes Amerika, we are 'good'; as you say."
America: "Rock on dude. Btw, my bros call me Ame or Mica. I don't really care either way."
Russia: "You never go by Merica? Or Amie?" *smirks*
America: "Amie? never. Merica? eh, occasionally... *pauses* Russa' I swear to lady liberty if you call me Amie-"
Russia: "Ha. I would never Amerika. Or should I say, Amie~"

America whirled about to stare Russia down
               (or rather up at him lmao)
"Jesus christ Russ. Do you want me to call you Ruski in front of Belarus? Because I will. And you know she will never. Let. It. Go." Russia put his hands up in mock defeat, "I surrender Mika. No more calling you Amie.~" Satisfied, Merica continued walking to the cafe doors with Russia, when the doors burst open, and Ame was tackled by Japan.

"Ameri-san! I-I- I mean we were so worried!" "That's great Japan, but could you please get OFF? Your knee is in a very uncomfortable spot." This time it was Japan's turn to blush as she and Germany helped Ame up off the ground. "Sorry, Meri-Kun!" "I guess she's a little excited Mica," Canada said as he handed Ame his backpack. "We're all glad you're ok though." "Thanks, Maple. Hey, do any of you guys have geometry next?"

((More updates soon! And the chapters should be longer in the future guys, so be patient and thanks for reading my trashy story!!))