The professor came around with a clipboard and a pen. “I’m presuming you two are team one?”
“Yes.” Russia confirmed, and America’s lip twitched in barely concealed displeasure as the Citizen Man wrote down their names. “Topic?”
There was silence and the two countries stared at each other dumbly.
Science Dude sighed. “I’m leaving this sheet at the front of the room. Write it down before you leave. The rest of the class is gone already…”
America gripped at his hair. He could have left class early if he’d gotten a normal boring country, like Canada. “Okay, no problem.” He said with renewed optimism.
“I’ll choose our topic! Check this out. We make a documentary about the fifty brightest stars this side of the Milky Way!” He envisioned and threw his hands up in the air like he was holding a camera. He centered his picture on Russia and nodded with enthusiasm. “I can totally see this.”
“No.” Russia replied and his pleasant smile didn’t crack an inch, or centimetre, if the US wanted to think metrically. Which he didn’t. America grinned back in full annoying force.
“I’m talking about the fifty glorious states that make up ME!” He pounded his chest in pride. “What’s not to like?”
“You.” Russia said. “Your idea is foolish like usual. This is a written science report, 100 pages minimum length, due on the date—”
“Okay, okay, okay!” America’s face started to turn red, but he didn’t let the wind blow out of his sails yet. “Okay then. We can write about regular stars.”
“Alright.” Russia seemed to be relenting because he actually opened those violet eyes and looked down his long nose at him. He looked almost normal.
America smiled in triumph, his right hand making a fist of victory by his side. That was him, putting the order back into the universe.
“You have detention tonight.” Russia smiled back and the dirty blond country cursed. “Come to my room tomorrow night, we’ll work.”
The United States’ priceless expression fell right of his face and crashed to the floor. Russia came curiously closer, stepping all over it. “Da?”
“Why can’t we just meet at lunch?” America swallowed his gum as the other country leaned closer.
“Because,” Russia replied simply, a twinkle forming deep within those eyes. “Astronomy works best at night.”
Author-Anon! This looks amazingly awesome and hilarious. I loved the part with Canada getting America in trouble LOL Oh and:
“You.” Russia said. “Your idea is foolish like usual. This is a written science report, 100 pages minimum length, due on the date—”
Seriously, my face when from :D to D: 100 page report??? Holy shitake mushrooms, I would seriously die if I had to write a 100 page science paper...lol and I thought a 10 page research paper was bad lmao
“Brother, let us partner.” Her dead stare locked onto him. The tall nation with cement coloured hair reeled back from his binder to give her a disturbed look.
She didn’t seem to notice. “Partner, Partner, Partn—”
Oh Belarus XD
“Okay. That’s not happening.” America started backing away, imagining study sessions consisting of how to brew tea properly and pop quizzes, forced etiquette lessons, and lots of deep-seated emotional baggage.
Drawing Circles In The Night 1e/?
(Anonymous) 2010-09-17 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)“Yes.” Russia confirmed, and America’s lip twitched in barely concealed displeasure as the Citizen Man wrote down their names. “Topic?”
There was silence and the two countries stared at each other dumbly.
Science Dude sighed. “I’m leaving this sheet at the front of the room. Write it down before you leave. The rest of the class is gone already…”
America gripped at his hair. He could have left class early if he’d gotten a normal boring country, like Canada. “Okay, no problem.” He said with renewed optimism.
“I’ll choose our topic! Check this out. We make a documentary about the fifty brightest stars this side of the Milky Way!” He envisioned and threw his hands up in the air like he was holding a camera. He centered his picture on Russia and nodded with enthusiasm. “I can totally see this.”
“No.” Russia replied and his pleasant smile didn’t crack an inch, or centimetre, if the US wanted to think metrically. Which he didn’t. America grinned back in full annoying force.
“I’m talking about the fifty glorious states that make up ME!” He pounded his chest in pride. “What’s not to like?”
“You.” Russia said. “Your idea is foolish like usual. This is a written science report, 100 pages minimum length, due on the date—”
“Okay, okay, okay!” America’s face started to turn red, but he didn’t let the wind blow out of his sails yet. “Okay then. We can write about regular stars.”
“Alright.” Russia seemed to be relenting because he actually opened those violet eyes and looked down his long nose at him. He looked almost normal.
America smiled in triumph, his right hand making a fist of victory by his side. That was him, putting the order back into the universe.
“You have detention tonight.” Russia smiled back and the dirty blond country cursed. “Come to my room tomorrow night, we’ll work.”
The United States’ priceless expression fell right of his face and crashed to the floor. Russia came curiously closer, stepping all over it. “Da?”
“Why can’t we just meet at lunch?” America swallowed his gum as the other country leaned closer.
“Because,” Russia replied simply, a twinkle forming deep within those eyes. “Astronomy works best at night.”
***
End Chapter One
Re: Drawing Circles In The Night 1e/?
(Anonymous) 2010-09-17 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)“You.” Russia said. “Your idea is foolish like usual. This is a written science report, 100 pages minimum length, due on the date—”
Seriously, my face when from :D to D: 100 page report??? Holy shitake mushrooms, I would seriously die if I had to write a 100 page science paper...lol and I thought a 10 page research paper was bad lmao
Re: Drawing Circles In The Night 1e/?
(Anonymous) 2010-09-17 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)...I've decided that I am going to love this.
OP is loving it
(Anonymous) 2010-09-17 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)*LOVE FOR SCHOOL FICS*
I am ready for the stars Author!Anon!!!!
Re: Drawing Circles In The Night 1e/?
(Anonymous) 2010-09-18 01:48 am (UTC)(link)“Brother, let us partner.” Her dead stare locked onto him. The tall nation with cement coloured hair reeled back from his binder to give her a disturbed look.
She didn’t seem to notice. “Partner, Partner, Partn—”
Oh Belarus XD
“Okay. That’s not happening.” America started backing away, imagining study sessions consisting of how to brew tea properly and pop quizzes, forced etiquette lessons, and lots of deep-seated emotional baggage.
I love America in this!
:D Please update soon!