Light of Mine (RusAme)

Chapter 24

Ame's P.O.V (Minimal cursing)

(I'm curious, does anyone see the Baymax?)

As I waved goodbye to Germany and Poland, my attention turned to the countries left in the room; Angola, South Korea, and China. 

Angola and South Korea were packing their stuff up, while China was already good to go. 

I stayed by the door in hopes that China would leave next. However, my mind knew better than to expect that. Per usual, my hopes were crushed when he checked his watch for the time, and looked back up at me. 

I quietly scoffed, as I waited for the rest of the bandwagon to leave. 

In the meantime, I noticed that the tiny red light at the top of my room ship it off, indicating that the cameras were off. 

I didn't like the installation of cameras, but I knew UN and EU barely looked through them since Russia and I were never confronted for our little scuffle. So, I didn't mind them.

But, on the lines of Russia, he had just struck up a conversation with China. 

I continued to be annoyed with my current predicament, however I kept it under wraps. Instead of sanding by the door, I went over to Angola, and started to help him gather his stuff. 

"Thank you." He mumbled quietly, as I stalked his papers and handed them to him. He pushed them back to me, and I remembered that I needed to get these copied.

"No problem, pal." I lightly patted his back, and I sent him on his way, while I put his papers on the counter.

"Hey, America, could you help me? My stuff's all over the place." South Korea admitted once I heard the door close.

"Sure thing, buddy." I made my way over to the other side of the table.

His piles were indeed messy, but there were a lot of papers for different categories, which meant that he was very focused. 

Just, disorganized.

Very disorganized.

I started to look at his papers, all of which were written in Korean. Even if I was better at reading in Korean than saying it, I still struggled to grasp the basic concept of it. 

"So, what should I put where?" I questioned him. 

His eyes lit up with ideas, as he briefly skimmed the room while he was thinking. He lightly snapped his fingers and turned back to me. 

"So, do you see those two curved lines up there surrounding the text?" I nodded my head, as I looked at the parentheses at the top of the page. "The word in there, 생각, means thoughts."

The Korean then pulled up another paper. "This word, 사리, means facts. Put those two in different piles." 

I gave him a thumbs up, and proceeded to look at the chicken scratch on the piece of processed tree.

After a bit of looking for differences in his handwriting, I correctly identified that he had three 'thoughts' and five 'facts'. 

"You keep those and copy them. In the meeting tomorrow, give them back to me." He dictated. 

"Okay, I'll go put these in the pile. I'll see you in a bit!" 

He grinned and waved at me. "Bye." 

That left me with Russia and China. 

By this point, I was getting fed up with how the latter continued to stick around.