Sticky Notes And Trinkets (Rusame)

Rule Number Six: Edgelords Eat Shit

Russia got up, and walked over to his closet. He looked through his closet, grabbing himself a dark blue sweater and some gray sweatpants. He wasn't dressing to impress, he didn't really have anyone to impress - since America didn't seem to be interested in anyone as far as he could tell. He didn't want to impress anyone but maybe America, so he didn't really need to give a shit about how he dressed.

Once he was dressed, he packed up what he knew he'd need for the day, paused, trying to pick what instrument he wanted to use. He knew he was allowed to change instruments, but he had to stick to one for a week before he was allowed to swap instruments- but he was limited to only being able to swap once a week, so that they could get used to whatever Russia picked before the game.

After a second, he walked over to the wind instruments, deciding that he'd play one of them. It took a while for him to narrow it down, ending up trying to pick from the Serpent and the Ocarina. He paused, weighing his options of the two. He decided on the Serpent, it was fun to play and he'd probably get some good reactions with it.

He walked around the room, playing it, to practice and brush up his skills on it, and to make sure he'd be able to play it while at a game and marching. It was a good practice of his.

After eating breakfast with his family, he stepped out to catch the bus to school, hoping he'd be able to catch the edgelord early enough to... properly teach them a lesson. A lesson not to fuck with America, one it seemed like he'd need to teach the majority of the school.

Before he knew it, he was in the school and tracking down the edgelord he'd heard belittling America. It took him a while to find them, but he'd be sure they knew never to fuck with America again.

Soon, he found the mother fucker, they were alone outside. That'd make this easier.

"Listen here edgelord," he growled, not caring that he'd definitely be scaring them, but he didn't care. "I don't care if you think you're so high and mighty, but you're not. You never have been and never will be"

He felt eyes on him, and as he wasn't sure who, so he'd have to be a little careful about how he acted until they were off of him.

"Let's be clear, if you ever, ever say anything else like what you were to America, I will find out and I'll make what I'm about to you look like a joke." He growled out, stepping closer to the bastard. He no longer felt anyone looking at him, so he was in the clear to beat the mother fucker's ass. "Don't you dare ever speak to him like that ever again."

He punched them square in the eye. If they wanted to cry blood he'd make them... Well then he'd be giving them what they wanted, so black eyes would have to suffice.

He kneed them in the gut, causing them to fall to the ground, and he opted to kick them in the face a couple times for good measure. He kicked them in the side and pulled them up. After that, he spent a couple minutes beating them before dropping them and walking off to wash his hands in the bathroom. He hoped that'd be enough to teach them not to fuck with America.

He didn't like having any of the blood from the edgelord on his hands, he didn't like having anything from them on him. After his hands were clean, he dried them and walked to his first class of the day.

The teacher was an asshole to America during roll call, which he honestly wished he could do more about, but for the most part didn't antagonize America during class, which he was highly happy about.

The only time the asshole antagonized America was when America raised his hand then politely asked to go to the bathroom.

The teacher commented on his stutter, going just barely short of mocking it, before denying the request. Only for America to politely ask again anxiously a couple more times, before he was eventually allowed to go use the restroom.

He sighed a little, absolutely pissed that there wasn't anything he could do for America, to make it easier, though he did tell the asshole to just let America go to the bathroom each time, since it didn't seem like it was something America did often.

He sighed a little and looked back at his work and started doing it, ignoring the babbling of his asshole and seemingly incompetent teacher.

He only partially came back to reality when he heard America coming back into the room. He had the work that had been handed to him mostly finished by the time that America re-entered the classroom.

He continued to work on the stupid sheets, hoping that he could just get it done and be done with that class for the damn day.

The class seemed to drag on for hours, it most certainly did not help that this particular teacher was an absolute douchebag and had a tone akin to that of nails on a chalkboard.

Eventually the class came to a close, and he was able to head off to his locker to put the book in it.

Before he put his book down in it, he saw a small bracelet, the beads were glass blown beads, the designs seemed simple, and something probably made by a beginning to glass bead making.

He smiled a little, putting the book down and then carefully took the bracelet, putting it on. He was happy he had some anonymous gift giver, especially since they seemed so willing to share a craft they were new to with him.

He then headed towards America's locker, writing another "You're beautiful" on a sticky note and putting it on the shorter's locker. After that, he walked into his next class, which breezed by at a breakneck pace when compared to the first.

Soon it was lunch time and he walked over to be around the corner of America's locker, so that he could see America's reaction to the sticky note.

America picked it off his locker, read it, and a small smile formed on his face. It was a smile Russia thought very worth protecting. It was adorable.

After that, he headed off to the cafeteria to search for Cuba. He looked forward to spending the lunch break with his friend.