Russia's POV

I tried to eat my borscht in peace but the cafeteria was in chaos. Someone had thrown a pizza slice at someone else and now almost everyone was throwing food around.

Ame was next to me, ducking at any incoming food. Germany was shielding Poland, Japan, and Phil under the table, Mal was throwing food after mashed potato landed on her, and Indo was vibing. I can't hide for an obvious reason, I'm too tall.

I frowned and put my ushanka on Ame's head, 'That's your helmet now.' Ame blinked in surprise while I placed his sunglasses on his face, 'Your goggles.'

I continued eating despite the food landing on me. Ame looked distressed, 'Russia, you're getting food all over you!' I nodded, 'I know.' A piece of cheese slaps my cheek.

"Russia, you'll get really dirty!" I shrug, 'I already am.' I peel off the cheese on my cheek and ignore the wad of lettuce that smacks my face, green pieces stick to my skin.

I look around and watch Mal screech and throw food around. I peek under the table at the red of our friends, they're free of any food. I glance at Ame, 'Why aren't you hiding under the table with the others?'

He smiled at me, dodging a wad of gravy, 'I don't want to leave you alone here. Why aren't you hiding under the table?' 'Too tall.' Ame blinks, "Oh, that makes sense.' I smirk and nod, the tomato in my hair slides off.

A bunch of teachers storm in and herd all of the people who participated in the food fight, Mal included. UN walked over to me and sighed, "Russia I am so sorry! Where is your hat?" I nudge Ame and UN smiles softly, "Oh, I see. Let's get you cleaned up, Russia."

Ame starts taking off the ushanka and a sudden confidence boost causes me to stop him, "Keep it on. I trust you."

America's POV

Russia adjusts the ushanka on me and walks away with UN to get cleaned up. Japan crawls out from under the table, followed by Indo, Germany, Philip, Poland, and a confused South Korea.

"South?" He nods, "My brother started this whole mess, Japan pulled me under." He smiled at Japan, "Thanks, I appreciate it!" She blushes a little, "Any time, South."

Germany chuckles, "Russland's pretty messed up. He didn't even bother dodging, he was more concerned for you." I blush and wave my hands frantically, "PSH, MOST LIKELY CAUSE I-I'M HIS FRIEND-"

Japan swats me and pouts, "He likes you, dummy!! He let you keep the ushanka on. He normally doesn't let ANYONE keep it on without him there with them." My heart thumps strangely and my face heats up even more, hopefully, he likes me as much as I like him...