They shut the school doors behind them and watched the heavy fire-regulation slabs of metal. A few moments later the padlocks slowly cranked into place. Yep, World Academy was definitely tight on security.
A long time ago, way before the USA had started attending the school, nations had had a lot more freedom in their comings and goings. But as wars passed and alliances built up and broke away, so did the rules.
Nations were allowed to go where they pleased during normal hours, but being out after curfew was a big no-no. He and Canada had almost gotten locked out once. The more northern American country had gotten caught up in showing him some pretty cool and useful plants that he’d been growing in the campus greenhouse.
Now that he thought about it, he didn’t really remember much about that night. Except the colours.
The United States shrugged and sighed, leaning his back on the doors. He smoothed his fingers through his dishevelled golden hair.
Russia was staring at him.
Suddenly there was a weird squirming feeling in his stomach. The tip of his nose twitched.
“Okay look man…” America’s eyes darted left and right in an edgy movement. “I don’t like you, got it?”
Russia looked a bit surprised. “I know that. You’ve made it very clear.” He smiled and his eyes were closed in a blissfully unaware expression.
Russia plodded forward a little.
The younger nation smiled too wide, the corners of his mouth tight with a disturbed twitch.
BANG!
America nearly jumped out of his cowboy boots as the front doors rocked and shuddered behind him.
“What the hell?!” He whipped around.
“Let us in!” Prussia banged on the door again.
So that was what that crazy Russia had been smiling at.
“Hey Pluto.” America grinned. “It’s a great night for some astronomy, isn’t it?”
A freaky moaning that sounded like a ghoul or goblin came from the second door and America jumped back, stepping on Russia’s feet and bumping his back into him. The taller nation reached up and steadied the blonde. America bit his lip, justifying Russia’s little action as necessary since ghosts where about.
France’s face wiggled into view, the shadows casting his features into ugliness. “États-Unis, Russie, let us in!”
America let out a laugh and then stage-whispered, “Russia, that ghost is speaking in a language I don’t understand!”
“Be happy,” Russia told him with a quiet cheerfulness. “If you start to understand ghosts, it means you’ve died.” He looked down at the bespectacled nation, and the United States was very, very aware of the large hands gently holding his shoulders.
Russia’s mouth quirked up at the side. “You’re not dead yet.”
“Yeah, over your dead body.” America jeered and pulled away.
“Like Romeo and Juliet.” Russia replied, a tinge of silly happiness flitting through his words. The younger nation couldn’t figure out if that tone meant he was genuinely making parallels or being creepy on purpose. Probably both.
“Did my heart love till now?” The Russian speaking nation wondered aloud, his voice lilting over the quote.
Russia was from a parallel universe alright. He shuddered.
“Pleeease,” Spain chimed in from the other side of the locked doors. “Help us out!”
The trio of annoying European countries groaned and banged on the doors. “Helllpp!!!”
“Now why would all three of you guys be out past curfew?” America asked innocently while crunching into his apple pie. He balled up the now-empty McDonald’s bag and tossed it at the window. It bounced of the dismayed faces there.
The bird on Prussia’s head cheeped angrily.
“What were you all doing?” America asked with scrutinizing eyes.
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Drawing Circles In The Night 4a/?
(Anonymous) 2010-09-24 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)Chapter Four
“Phew, that was close…”
They shut the school doors behind them and watched the heavy fire-regulation slabs of metal. A few moments later the padlocks slowly cranked into place. Yep, World Academy was definitely tight on security.
A long time ago, way before the USA had started attending the school, nations had had a lot more freedom in their comings and goings. But as wars passed and alliances built up and broke away, so did the rules.
Nations were allowed to go where they pleased during normal hours, but being out after curfew was a big no-no. He and Canada had almost gotten locked out once. The more northern American country had gotten caught up in showing him some pretty cool and useful plants that he’d been growing in the campus greenhouse.
Now that he thought about it, he didn’t really remember much about that night. Except the colours.
The United States shrugged and sighed, leaning his back on the doors. He smoothed his fingers through his dishevelled golden hair.
Russia was staring at him.
Suddenly there was a weird squirming feeling in his stomach. The tip of his nose twitched.
“Okay look man…” America’s eyes darted left and right in an edgy movement. “I don’t like you, got it?”
Russia looked a bit surprised. “I know that. You’ve made it very clear.” He smiled and his eyes were closed in a blissfully unaware expression.
Russia plodded forward a little.
The younger nation smiled too wide, the corners of his mouth tight with a disturbed twitch.
BANG!
America nearly jumped out of his cowboy boots as the front doors rocked and shuddered behind him.
“What the hell?!” He whipped around.
“Let us in!” Prussia banged on the door again.
So that was what that crazy Russia had been smiling at.
“Hey Pluto.” America grinned. “It’s a great night for some astronomy, isn’t it?”
A freaky moaning that sounded like a ghoul or goblin came from the second door and America jumped back, stepping on Russia’s feet and bumping his back into him. The taller nation reached up and steadied the blonde. America bit his lip, justifying Russia’s little action as necessary since ghosts where about.
France’s face wiggled into view, the shadows casting his features into ugliness. “États-Unis, Russie, let us in!”
America let out a laugh and then stage-whispered, “Russia, that ghost is speaking in a language I don’t understand!”
“Be happy,” Russia told him with a quiet cheerfulness. “If you start to understand ghosts, it means you’ve died.” He looked down at the bespectacled nation, and the United States was very, very aware of the large hands gently holding his shoulders.
Russia’s mouth quirked up at the side. “You’re not dead yet.”
“Yeah, over your dead body.” America jeered and pulled away.
“Like Romeo and Juliet.” Russia replied, a tinge of silly happiness flitting through his words. The younger nation couldn’t figure out if that tone meant he was genuinely making parallels or being creepy on purpose. Probably both.
“Did my heart love till now?” The Russian speaking nation wondered aloud, his voice lilting over the quote.
Russia was from a parallel universe alright. He shuddered.
“Pleeease,” Spain chimed in from the other side of the locked doors. “Help us out!”
The trio of annoying European countries groaned and banged on the doors. “Helllpp!!!”
“Now why would all three of you guys be out past curfew?” America asked innocently while crunching into his apple pie. He balled up the now-empty McDonald’s bag and tossed it at the window. It bounced of the dismayed faces there.
The bird on Prussia’s head cheeped angrily.
“What were you all doing?” America asked with scrutinizing eyes.
Cont 4b