The clock slowly ticked by, making the lesson seem longer than normal. It was a bore, enough to drive anyone mad. Russia hated Maths, it was so hard and over complicated. To be honest, he never really tried, purely because he couldn't do it. Each method seemed so difficult, it was all to much effort just to gain an answer of just one number.
The weather was nice, the sun brought life to the plants and trees outside the window. It lit up the classrooms and made door handles outside warm to touch. Russia wasn't used to the sun or the heat, not like Australia or Spain. It made his neck boil and feel itchy from his scarf. Or his jacket would get too warm and he would end up dragging it everywhere with him. People tended to tell him he'll fall ill if he keeps wearing too much clothing in hot weather but he simply responds with "I'm Mother Russia, da?" and totters on his merry way.
Sat in front of him was his lover China, his head down and working hard. Every so often, his head would bob upwards so he could think for second then continue working. He knew of Russia's efforts in Maths and was willing to help when Russia asked him. With tired eyes, Russia watched the little ponytail of China's slowly move with his head. He always wanted to touch China's hair but he would resist and tell Russia to leave his hair alone. He was very insecure about his hair and never let anyone touch it, scared someone would pull his hair bobble (For Americas: hair tie) out of his hair and laugh at how "girly" it looks. America was a common little bugger for that.
Edging forward, Russia reached out and gently run his fingertips over the soft hair careful not to disturb China from his hard work. It was stroking a cat's fur, so soft and well tendered to. As he stroked his hair, Russia had a quick idea. He paused to see of China had noticed him, also if anyone of his classmates was looking at him weird. It wouldn't surprise anyone but still, a bit weird. His other hands reached forward to split the ponytail in two, then into three. The Russian smiled like a child and began to plait the pony tail. It wasn't very long but he criss crossed the hair over into a neat plait. He learnt to do this when he was younger, he and Ukraine would plait Belarus's hair.
"Aiyah, leave it alone aru" China whined suddenly, making Russia jump and drop his little plait. Paranoid, China felt his his hair only to feel the bumps of the plait. He raised his eyebrows, Russia was just plaiting it? He turned around in his chair to face the Russian, who had leaned back and buried his nose in his scarf. The violet orbs of his eyes shone like crystal balls, watching the Chinese man to react negatively.
"Sorry" Russia mumbled, his hot breath pressed against his scarf making it hot for his face. China smiled and leaned forward on Russia's table, his elbows propping him up right. Russia was surprised to see China smiling so sweet and innocently, like a child.
"I like it, aru no need to say sorry" he chuckled, pulling the scarf from Russia's face to reveal his bright red cheeks.
"Okay" Russia said, sitting closer to China their faces getting closer together. China was one to appreciate Russia's unusual actions and still love him for it, he never minded really. He also knew people wouldn't mess him since he had Russia on his side.
Swiftly, China stole a kiss from his larger Russian lover and rubbed his nose against his. Russia blushed a deeper red and looked into China's deep brown eyes. His hands taking hold of China's woolen vest and pulled him towards himself, their lips crashing together roughly.
Meanwhile, the teacher who was writing on the board the whole, pointed to the Pi sign on the board.
"What's this mean?" He asked, each of the nations just stared. Nobody never answered because "it's lame" as America says.
"It's the letter P" Greece yawned, patting the kitten on his lap. Everyone looked at each other then at them, it took them a while for them to understand the joke or reference he made.
"HEY DUDE I GET IT!" America yelled, punching the air with his fist. England simply smirked and carried on working. He never really laughed aloud but he would smirk, the most polite gentleman doesn't want to lose his reputation as Britain.
"You think you're so funny" Turkey began, and struck an argument with the Greek beside him. Everyone sighed and left them to squabble when the teacher paused like a Deer in headlights.
"CHINA, RUSSIA THERE IS A TIME AND A PLACE!" He yelled, making the students turn to look at the two lovers. They sat straight suddenly and hung their heads, cursing to themselves in their mother tongue. The other nations simply pulled faces then carried on working.
They both frowned the turned to smile at each other, they had another thing planned but nobody needs to know.
Omg sorry this is super dooper super late, I was doing my cosplay for comic con and then other fan fic ideas and just asdfghjkl; if there are any OTPs you want me to write then feel free to message me! I'll all I can! Hasta la pasta!