Prove Me Wrong (Rusame)

America Fanboys

Narrators POV

"Did you find out anything?" Poland questioned Russia almost as soon as he had spotted the taller country. Russia nodded silently and recalled that mornings events.

It was weird having a stranger basically stay the night at your house. In your room. And then wake up with him cuddling your arm. Russia had woken first, so he pushed America off the bed and woke him up like that. Suffice to say, he wasn't in the talking mood after that.

"I found out zat Amerrrica kan be a huge prrrick, morrre zan he alrrready is."

"No, not about him. About Germany." Poland whispered that last part so no one would overhear him. He didn't want some nosy country spreading stories. Germany might find out, and what if he didn't reciprocate those feelings? Their families have a long history of feuds, what if this starts another one? Between him and Germany. That would just kill him.

"Niet, I'm sorrrry, comrrrade. I kan talk to Gerrrmany today, so I kan avoid Amerrrica." Russia stopped outside his first-period class. He didn't drink away his problems last night, so today he was able to be awake in time for the beginning of school.

"Germany isn't here today, I dought you knew dat." Poland shook his head. "He sent out a mass text to his friends dat he wouldn't be able to come in today."

Russia tilted his head, obviously never had received the said message. "My phone is brrroken again. Drrropped it zis morrrning, " he lied. He had thrown it in frustration, almost shattering against the wall. But he'd never tell Poland why he did that.

"So please just talk to America, one more time?" Poland interlaced his fingers together and made the motions of begging. Russia looked away, easily having a soft spot for the smaller countries he called his comrades.

"Fine. I'll ask him."

Meanwhile, America was rubbing his arm still from when Russia shoved him off the bed. In his moment of pain and panic, he had momentarily forgotten where he was. Seeing an angry Russian sure didn't help his situation.

America changed into the extra clothes he kept in his locker. It was a spare pair of jeans and the shirt Canada got for him. It was a maroon color with the words 'Say Hey If You're Gay' printed in white. Canada got it for him as a joke/coming out present a while ago, even though he was technically bisexual. He loved it anyway, showing off his shoulders, and his homosexuality.

He looked in the bathroom mirror while holding his clothes from yesterday in his arm. The same arm he hit the ground hard on. It was somewhat better than a sore back, which he now doesn't have. He had woken up in the middle of the night with his back hurting, so he got into bed with Russia. Figured it was fine if he stayed as far away as he could and just explain himself in the morning. But nooooo.

He couldn't wait to tell Russia off when he saw him. Oh, if he thought that America was bad yesterday, he can show that Russian what bad actually is.

Or so he thought.

Russia saw America approaching him as he was on his way to class. His stance straight and he was moving briskly. He obviously was angry with him, no doubt for what happened this morning. But that didn't matter anymore to him.

"Listen here," America started, stomping his foot and pointing a finger towards Russia accusingly. "What you did you big-"

"Poland likes Gerrrmany," Russia spoke like he was reading a grocery list.

America stopped immediately what he was saying and his arm dropped down. "W-w-what, what, wait, what did you just say?"

"Poland likes Gerrrmany."

America gasped loudly, covering his mouth with his hands. Russia leaned back, preparing for a big loud outburst.

"OH MY GOD!" He shouted while jumping into the air. He then proceeded to fanboy over this revaluation while everyone in the hallway stopped to stare. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, oh my God yes! Holy shit, yes!"

"Aye, America lad, calm yisser arse down paddy!" Ireland ran up to America and held his shoulders down to keep him in place. "What's 'eadin' on?"

"It's happening!" America was practically vibrating from how excited he was. He had been secretly plotting ways to get those two to hook up forever, and now it was all paying off. Even though he was a little disappointed that now he couldn't have his new ideas play out.

"Russia, you big asshole why didn't you tell me sooner!?" America tore himself free from Ireland's grasp and lunged to give Russia a hug. Ireland almost fell to the ground but Scotland caught him.

Russia was trying to avoid the other countries' gaze, and their willingness to avoid looking at him helped. Until America quickly attacked him with a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around his waist and nuzzled his face into his chest. Russia tensed up, unsure of how to react. By now most of the countries continued on their way to class, losing interest in what America was doing.

To at least acknowledge America, Russia stiffly patted his head.

"Waw Russia, ye swatch as if yoo've ne'er gotten a hug afair. (Wow Russia, you look as if you've never gotten a hug before.)" Scotland joked about his way of recuperating America's hug.

"You have had a hug before, haven't you?" America looked up at Russia, loosening his hold on him. He suddenly became more concerned about the possibility that he had never been graced with such a simple form of appreciation. But he sighed in relief when Russia stiffly nodded his response.

"Zey arrren't zis long, zough," Russia complained, trying to wiggle his way out of America's grasp.

"I can't help that I like hugging cute things~." America teased, fluttering his eyelashes majestically. Scotland and Ireland laughed at his joke, and at the face Russia made. For his sake, America let him go.

"Cannie America, ye micht make heem bent. (Careful America, you might make him gay.)" Scotland snickered as he and Ireland walked off. He didn't mean anything by it, just wanted to add to the joke.

Russia narrowed his eyes and was about to object to what the other country had said, but America stopped him. "Don't worry, " he patted Russia's arm, "he's just joking around. No need to get too worked up."

"Whatever. So how does Gerrrmany feel about Poland?" They started to walk to the class they originally were supposed to be in.

"Oh, Ger-man loves him! He's had a crush on the guy for, like, ever!" America immediately told. He wouldn't give other countries secrets away so easily, but this was Russia, a sort of friend to Germany. And Russia is great friends with Poland, trying to make up for what happened in the past, he guessed.

"Good. I'll tell Poland." Russia wanted to end the conversation there, but a smack on the back of his head caught him off guard.

"черт возьми, ты только что ударил меня!? (The hell, did you just hit me!?)" Russia exclaimed as he pushed his hat back out of his eyes.

"I don't know what you said, but if it was 'What was that for?', then it was because you can't just tell Poland!" America tapped his foot angrily and crossed his arms. He decided against telling him that he almost had to jump in order to even hit the back of his head.

"Vy not?"

"Because that's not at all romantic." America rolled his eyes and spoke in a tone that meant 'obviously'. "We have to set them up in a romantic setting, like a secret date. I've had a bunch of ideas for things like this."

"Vu really do haffe ein blotding face. (You really do have a plotting face)" Russia noted, studying how America smiled and furrowed his eyebrows. His shoulders were raised slightly, and he was rubbing his hands evilly.

"Cause I got a good idea. And you're gonna help me."

((Holy crap Scotland, your accent is so thick I have to include a translation for people who can't understand it! I'll do that when I feel as if what a charter says is unreadable in their accent, in case people don't know what they are saying.))

The Ësgöge'ae' comrades!
~Galaxy