Prove Me Wrong (Rusame)

Planning Revenge

America's POV

"Yo, Russia." I pulled out my wallet and handed him the bet money. "Germany and Poland fucked, so here's your twenty bucks."

"Told you." He smugly took my money, a prideful smile plastered over his dumb face. When you gave him the chance, he can boast like nobodies business.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You were right, and I was wrong, " I rolled my eyes, annoyed that our roles of the smug one and the tolerating one were switched. "You got our project ready? We gotta turn it in today."

Russia nodded, slipping off his beat-up bag and took out a folder. I took it and opened it, making sure everything was in there.

"Cool. Turn it in, present a little, then ba da bing, ba da boom!" I handed him back his folder and did jaz hands for effect. "Defiantly a C or a D or something."

"Vooow, yourrr expectations arrre low."

"Eh, I'm just realistic." I shrugged as we walked to school. Today was gonna be just another school day since nothing special was planned. I was gonna catch up with Ireland again, but he canceled on me. Said something came up.

"You got anything going on after school, Ruski?" I turned to him, looking up to catch his line of sight. He shook his head no, the little flaps of his hat waving slightly. They were like long floppy puppy dog ears.

"Nothing. And if I did, vouldn't you just tag along?" He nudged my arm playfully. I smiled, still proud that he now takes movements like that as jokes and not an invitation to fight. I always wondered why he did that, and just assumed it was a trauma thing. But then Russia told him that his dad never hit him. His dad seemed scary and did hurt other countries, but he had never laid a hand on them. Learning that surprised me, but I could understand how looks can be deceiving.

"You right, you right." I nodded my head and stuffed my hands in my pockets. The cold air had started to make the tips of my fingers cold. Today was a rather chilly day. And Russia was just in a thin sweater, the cold weather never affecting him as much. That well-adjusted bastard.

"Amerrrica?"

"Yeah, dude?"

"Why do you alvays vearrr sunglasses?"

I almost tripped over my feet. Russia caught me and spun me to look up at him. He had the facial expression of boredom, like what he asked didn't matter much to him, but in his eyes and the way his brows were slightly furrowed, I could tell he wanted an answer. The real answer. But I knew I couldn't give him it.

"Uhhh, why not? I think they are cool." I forced myself from his grasp and tried to play it off as nothing. But with the speed and urgency, I used to pull myself from him didn't do anything in my favor to convince him.

"Even as you sleep?" Russia raised a brow and I huffed. Why was he suddenly so interested?

"Yes, even as I sleep. I thought we established by now I'm a weird country."

We walked through the gates of the school and I tried to spot someone that could help me change the subject. Uhh, Germany? I don't see him.

"But you koverrred yourrr eyes when you had zem off. Rrremember when I kalled you drrrunk?"

"Uhhh, I have sensitive eyes." I don't see any countries that would strike up a conversation with me just because. Wait, Japan!

"Hey, Japan!" I called to her, waving my arm.

She turned her head and her ears perked up when she saw us. Her brother stood next to her, obviously ticked she was pulled from their conversation. But when he noticed it was me that called her attention, he scowled and marched off.