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America POV
Father found out that I was still talking to Russia and China. He told me that a janitor told him about the many conversations we had. I tried explaining myself, but he shushed me. It caused me to be more anxious. My hands started shaking and I was ready to run out the door when his cane flew up into the air.
Weirdly enough, he told me to relax as he knows I did it for the greater good. I was stumped. I flinched when he patted my head. I thought he was going to push me to the ground. But no—he started praising me.
Obviously to show I'm well mannered I bowed slightly. I kept saying thank you to the compliments he's giving me. I couldn't help but smile. Father never applauded me for something unrelated to medals. I have never done anything in his favor until now. This is a period of time I will never forget. The way my Father's face is pleasant and cheerful. The way he chuckles. I'm in an alternate universe.
Father never does this; this can't be Father. It has to be Father. I am confused. "Father, I ask you not to tell Canada about this." I mumble, looking pleadingly at him. I swallow hard, "if he knows, our relationship will be shattered."
Father hums, swearing that this is a secret between us and Mommy. I know he will keep his word, but will Mommy?
Father smiles at me, "you are now free from my ban. From now on, you are able to talk to the angels that saved your brother from the devil."
Ironically, Russia and China are the devils; Ukraine is an angel. Either way, the ability to control my own life makes me joyful. I walk out of Father's office happily and make my way to my room to FaceTime Russia and China about the news.
Once they heard about it, they were both surprised. "We can't meet up at the janitor's closet anymore. I never knew he would be listening to us speak." Russia chuckles, scratching his head.
China rolls his eyes, "it's the safest place. Unless you want to meet up under the stage again. Remember how that went?"
The Russian groans, trying to think of another place to meet up. "We can try the library. The librarians never go to the back corners where all the kid toys are. That should work." I suggest.
China shakes his head, "North Korea hates that place. He will scream if he sees the Mickey Mouse plush." I look at him in confusion.
"I'll take it out—"
"It's attached to the wall. We will be damaging school property if we try ripping it out." China says. "I tried once. I had to pay a hefty fine for the damages." China recalls, angrily.
"The gender neutral bathroom." Russia suggests. I look at him grossly. I do not want that incident to happen again! "No one uses it besides the athletes after school."
"There has to be better options." I chuckle nervously. "How about the roof?"
"It's winter," China deadpans. "The bathroom is the best option for now. I'll tell North Korea and Vietnam."
Russia nods his head in agreement. I sigh. I don't want to be in a bathroom discussing things! "It's so unsanitary!"
"Better than the cold." China rolls his eyes jokingly. I groan and shove my face in my pillow.
"Do you two want to hangout at the park today? I'm free." Russia asks.
China sighs, "I can't. 台湾 is forcing me to go shopping with him."
"Ditch him."
"妈妈 doesn't want him to go by himself." China whines.
I giggle, "have a good time!"
"Yeah yeah, bye." China hangs up.
"I'll be there in ten. See you!" I smile and wave goodbye to the Russian before hanging up. I hope Canada doesn't see me leaving the house. He'll be suspicious.
I quickly put on my coat and my gloves. It's lightly snowing today, making it the perfect day for pictures. I grab my camera and sneakily make my way towards the door—until New Zealand stops me. I turn around to see her smug smirk as if she knows what I'm going to do.
"What do you want?" I ask, annoyed at her presence.
She wiggles her eyebrows trying to get a reaction out of me. I give her a confused look. She sighs in defeat. "Amy, are you going on a date with China?" She sings.
I shake my head, "he's busy and we're not dating."
She then turns on her thinking face, tapping her chin a few times while she looks up at the ceiling in search of another idea. Her eyes brighten up and she soon grins, "you're going out with Russia."
I nod my head, not wanting to lie to her. "Aren't you banned from talking to him?" Canada asks, walking out his bedroom. He's still in his nasty mood crying his heart out in his bedroom. He's definitely going to ask Father now. Thanks a lot Kiwi...
"I'm free. Now excuse me while I leave the house." I grumble, putting on my stylish snow boots. Canada shrugs and walks back into his room.
"Have fun on your date!" New Zealand teases. She winks at me. From upstairs I can hear Australia scream "Amy's going on a date?!"
"I'm not going on a date!" I scream, only to find that New Zealand slammed the door on me. "Kiwi!" I shout, irritated. I huff, and started walking to the park. When I reach the park's gate, I feel my hands turning cold. I should've worn more. I didn't expect it to be this cold!
I see Russia standing at the gate looking at his phone. "Russia!" I call. He looks up and smiles at me. His smile is so f*cking adorable! We walk into the park together side by side. "How are you surviving in this cold?" I ask, shivering.
We sit on a bench that looks out at the frozen lake. Russia chuckles, "funny story. My Папа said I was born in the coldest region of his Empire. He was on a mission to drive out the mongols when I was born into a 2 degrees Celsius city. My brother took care of me the entire time because he was worried sick that I'll freeze to death. I grew up just fine and, even though I still need to wear some clothes, the cold never bothers me. I love it."
"I wish I could say the same. My hands are freezing!" I whine. Russia looks at me concerned and takes my gloved hands in his. He puts my hand in his pocket and holds it there. My face heats up at his gesture. At least my hand won't feel cold anymore. "Thanks," I mumble, trying not to stutter.
"No problem." He says. "Now tell me something about your childhood."
I think for a moment. I wonder if he's okay with this. "You know my Mommy, France?" He nods his head. "Well, I'm not sure if she's my real Mommy." I smile nervously.
"What do you mean?" Russia asks, confused.
"Keep this a secret, alright?" I whisper. Russia nods. I take a deep breath of the chilly air and exhale. "My Father, he had an orgy with all the Empires. To this day, I don't know who my real Mommy is."
Russia laughs, "your Father is really something."
I giggle and try shushing him by putting my finger on his lips. "Don't tell him I told you. I'll be beheaded."
Russia nods his head, trying to control his laughter. "I feel bad."
"Don't be. I got love from all the countries who think I'm their daughter. And besides, my theory is that an alien created me. How cool would that be?!" I grin proudly. Hearing him laugh makes me feel funny. It sounds so genuine and loving.
After his laughter died down he said we should get on the pond. The frozen pond. "Come on, give it a try." Russia smirks, holding out his hand.
I gulp, "no. I don't think it will hold my weight."
Russia rolls his eyes, "you're so light. If I can carry you, this ice can hold you."
I shake my head, "I'm not risking it."
"Don't be scared." Russia taunts.
"I am not!" I huff.
"Then join me."
"But it will crack—"
"Scared?"
"Fine! I'll join you." I mumble.
Russia grins in triumph and drags me onto the ice. I hold his hands tightly. My legs shake when I try holding my balance. "I never knew you skate." I mumble. "Do you play any other winter sports?"
"I play hockey and go skiing sometimes." Russia shrugs.
"Wow, that's so cool! Russia can ski." I gasp in fake amusement. Russia frowns and rolls his eyes. I smirk, "Russia can ski. Russia, can I call you Ruski?" I stare at him with puppy dog eyes. Russia starts cursing in his native tongue and looks towards the side. "Ruski! Please?" I beg, tugging on his coat. He flushes harder. "Do you not like it?" I whine, hugging his arm.
"Нет—no. I like it." Russia stutters in his accent. I giggle at his flustered nervous face. I never knew it was that easy to make him turn red. It's so funny! I start poking them. "Америка!" He growls, trying to get my hands off his face.
"Ruski! You look adorable." I beam, gliding closer to him as he continues to move away from me. "Don't leave!" I cry out. Russia gets off the ice and I follow him.
He starts running around trying to avoid me but I have a few tricks up my sleeves. Quickly make a snowball and hit him on the leg with it to try and slow him down, then I pounce on him. We landed in the snow with me on his back holding him down. "Америка!" Russia groans.
I giggle, "I got you Ruski!" I roll onto my back, laughing away at my silly joke. I hear Russia scoff softly. Before I knew it, he was hovering above me with both his hands holding him up. I bite my lip realizing that he's angry. "I'm not sorry?" I whisper, cursing myself for saying that.
Russia leans down closer to my face and I freeze. My cheeks become hot and I feel like I'm melting the snow around us. Russia smirks seeing my state. He leans down next to my ear. "Do you want more, Америка?" He says in his deep husky accent. F*ck yes I do want you!
"I uh, no?" I stutter out. I hear Russia chuckle. He gets back up and helps me up so that we're both sitting up. I stare at him, still in a daze. His lips look so soft. I just want to kiss it.
"Америка?" Russia gets my attention. I hum in response. He leans closer to my face and I force myself to back away. He's so f*cking hot. I feel his hand on my back preventing me from falling over. Our faces are in such close proximity that our noses are almost touching. I stare at his lips as he closes the gap and kisses me tenderly. I feel my belly flip and I melt into the kiss.
"रूस!"
Russia breaks the kiss quickly, turning to the sound of the voice. I whine slightly, I want more kisses. I turn to look to where he's staring at to find a girl waving.
"Who's she?" I ask.
"India." Russia says plainly. I can tell he's annoyed so I don't say anything. He gets up and helps me up. I jump up and down to get snow off my coat and help Russia get some of the snow off his back. We then walked over to the country waiting for Russia.
"Hi, my name is Thirteen." I smile, putting my handout for a hand shake. India looks at me with confusion.
"I know." She says. I chuckle slightly, already feeling the tension between us. I retract my hand to my pocket. I've never seen her in my life. How does she know me? "Are you two dating?" She asks.
"Нет." Russia responds. India stares at us plainly. "We were making snow angels." Russia says bluntly.
I can tell that India's jealous of me just by the blank look on her face. She smiles, "Anyways, what are you doing here?"
"Hanging out with Америка. You?"
India's smile falters. She is definitely jealous of me. I grin and wink at her, making her more angry. I silently laugh. "She's a wolf in sheep's clothing." India glares at me.
I gasp, "me?"
"Don't act innocent."
Russia looks at her as if she's crazy—she is crazy. "You're talking nonsense. No wonder Китай argues with you. You always have false claims." India opens her mouth to explain. "I'll talk to you later." Russia turns towards me and smiles, "let's go Америка."
I nod my head and we leave a fuming India. I turn my head around and stick my tongue out at her. India gasps and storms off angrily. I stole her man. Well, not literally. I don't think they're dating.
Russia and I slowly walk around the park where it's densely populated with trees. I look at the snow drifting down and covering them like a winter wonderland. "Ruski, what is she to you?" I ask.
I hear the Russian sigh. "She's a friend of mine. We got along well until—arguments started between China and her."
I hum in acknowledgment. I want to ask him what complications they had but I don't want to get into China's private life. "Let's build a snowman." I smile.
Russia and I started making snowballs for the body and I found a few pebbles on the ground for the mouth and eyes. For the nose I found an icicle hanging from one of the branches. Russia found two small sticks for the arms. When he was putting them in, I couldn't help but form a snowball and throw it at him.
Russia turns his head around. A clear expression of annoyance on his face. "Америка!" He howlers.
I giggle, "oops." And then throw another snowball at him which lands on his cheek. "My bad." I continue taunting him.
We had a snow fight. He ended up winning because I was shivering to the bone. "Meany." I glare. I hug myself tightly in attempts to trap the warmth.
Russia laughs, "you started it and I wasn't going to lose to you." He side-hugs me and I lean towards him for the warmth of his body. I huff, crossing my arms. "Is Америка mad?" He smirks. I look away from him, blushing madly. Why is he so f*cking hot?!
Russia walked me home because he didn't want me to get hypothermia. The whole walk was basically me clinging onto him for his warmth. He would make subtle comments while I just mumbled yes or no. When we arrived at my house, New Zealand opened the door before we even got to the front porch. She gasps and starts shrieking in delight. Australia then comes over and also starts gaping. I flush in embarrassment. It's embarrassing that I'm related to such freaks!
"Kiss for the camera!"
"Aussie! Shut the f*ck up!"
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