Bound by Destiny | COUNTRYHUMAN AU

Confrontation

Schlaf ein, schlaf ein, schlaf ein

Du gähnst schon, komm, kuschel dich ein

Ich sing dir noch ein Lied

Ich freu mich so, dass es dich gibt

Ich wünsch dir eine gute Nacht

Wir sehen uns, wenn wieder die Sonne lacht

Schlaf ein, schlaf ein, schlaf ein

Wir lieben dich, schlaf jetzt ein

Wir lieben dich, schlaf jetzt ein

Schlaf ein, schlaf ein, schlaf ein...

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"...huh?" I blinked sleepily as I slowly got up from the bed. Sun streamed in from the window and all was silent. A quick check of the clock on my bedside table told me that it was 8am, Saturday. "What was that dream about?" I muttered, stretching my back. The melody haunted me but as I went about my morning routine, its tune began to fade from my memory. I didn't mind, it wasn't that important anyways.

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I ate breakfast with the gang as per normal and we joked about. The unease and tension I had been feeling slowly dissipated. But it came back with full force when a dark and icy aura fell on the table. Looking up, I saw a tall country, hands behind his back wearing a ushanka. Russia. My eyes narrowed as he motioned for NK to follow him. SK looked on wearily as his brother smiled–one of the rare times he did–as NK got up from his seat. Russia whispered something and NK nodded before running off. America clutched his glass tightly as Canada's kind gaze darkened. "Польша, can I talk to you for a moment? Privately," he added the last bit in a hurry, his grey eyes shifting over to look at the Brittianna twins. America drained his glass of apple juice as he slammed the cup on the table.

"What do you want with Poland?" he asked, eyes sharpening at Russia.

"Can't I just talk to a fellow classmate Америка?"

"Whatever you want to say, you can say it here," America retorted. Russia's eyes sharpened and he drew himself to his full height. America stood up, hands on the table as he glared at Russia. Canada pursed his lips but said nothing. I did notice however, he tugged on the hem of America's shirt as a warning. Of course, his brother paid that no mind. Ukraine sat still, her head downwards and from where I was seated, I could see her hands were balled into fists. SK, Japan and Italy averted their eyes as they continued to eat.

"I'll go. Let's go Russia," America looked at me incredulously and I shot him a look. He slumped but nodded. "Fine, but if you do anything funny, I'll make sure you'll have your ass beaten!" he warned. Russia snorted, rolling his eyes as he muttered, "Whatever. Come Польша."

We walked out of the dining hall as students stared at us, whispering. We walked a little bit more before Russia guided me to an empty hallway. He studied me for a moment and I crossed my arms. "What do you want to talk about?"

"I want to know what happened between you and Germany. Knowing the boy, he'd never harm anyone unless provoked. Did you do something to provoke him?"

I stared at the Russian, mouth agape. How could he throw out a random accusation like this? Who did he think he was? The police? Russia stared at me, waiting for an answer as I squirmed. "Well? What are you waiting for? A red carpet?" he asked after a while. I glared and shook my head as I said, "This is confidential. I can't tell you."